Actually, it’s my fault. I live in Pennsylvania and I thought I was doing America a favor by voting him out of the Senate in 2006. How was I supposed to know he’d make two failed runs at the Presidency and suck up all the oxygen on CNN sharing his dumb opinions? He was supposed to go away and remain the butt (heh) of…

Like many people, I first saw her as a precocious six-year-old in E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. Now I have learned that she’s 43 and I want to die.

That is some good sub-shade, hidden below the surface.

Which was the only thing that made this exchange not completely AWFUL.

The title of this article is misleading because it’s not a lie if the speaker doesn’t know it’s untrue; by Harry G. Frankfurt’s definition, it’s bullshit: “The liar cares about the truth and attempts to hide it; the bullshitter doesn’t care if what they say is true or false, but rather only cares whether or not their…

The only appropriate response. Here’s another star.

This is also the 20th anniversary of MSNBC reporting the story by running the very bad and unfortunate headline, “American Beats Out Kwan”, which not only seemed to imply Kwan wasn’t American, but was also lazy because “American” has the same number of letters as “Lipinski” and would have fit on the page. And it…

Other than the various xiaolongbao, I’d go with chive & pork dumplings, scallion pancakes and Shanghai shao mai. There are non-dumpling dishes such as noodles and sauteed vegetables I order sometimes to round it out, but for me on weekends, it’s usually just dumplings. You can be adventurous and try just about…

BBQ pork cheung fun > shrimp cheung fun.

If you are anywhere near southern California, try Din Tai Fung on Baldwin Avenue in Arcadia for dumplings and the adjacent JJ Squared Bakery for custard tarts. They were the best tarts I’d ever had; I couldn’t cram them in my mouth hole fast enough. There are other Din Tai Fung locations but I don’t know if they have…

Do you have a favorite? I used to go to Joy Tsin Lau, but I’ve been hitting Dim Sum Garden lately, even though it means choosing a la carte from a menu, and not selected plates off a cart. Also its focus is xiaolongbao (Shanghai soup dumplings) rather than the Cantonese cuisine I’m used to. I’ve also tried Ocean…

Xiaolongbao are delicious dumplings but originated from the Shanghai area, not Guangzhou. Although you will see them at many dim sum restaurants, they are not historically part of traditional Cantonese cuisine. I don’t know whether the author plans to discuss xiaolongbao, but feel free.

Thank you for confirming my assumption that this was a metaphor for Tory infighting. Then there’s this:

This reminds me: One of my favorite celebrity encounters was seeing Sam Waterston about 8 years ago visit the Abraham Lincoln: An Extraordinary Life exhibit at the Smithsonian in Washington, D.C. It was amazing because I knew he had played Lincoln several times on stage and screen and here he was looking at artifacts…

Sure, Pliny the Younger. I was half joking with my comment, but I’m happy you responded the way you did. I want to say I had RR Blind Pig there a couple of years ago but details are fuzzy, as you might understand.

Trying to queue up for that first draft of Pliny the Elder, were you?

Considering the natural range of Canada geese is basically all of North America, maybe he should leave the continent altogether. Or just get a dog, or hire someone to clean. It’s not that hard not to be a pissy babypants.

French isn’t my first language but doesn’t “pot-de-vin” mean bribe or payoff, in addition to its literal meaning of “a pot of wine”? Maybe his last name should have been a red flag.

What those “revelers” did was wrong, but I’m curious why that car was even on Broad Street to begin with. Police blocked intersections, posted no parking signs all over Center City and were actively towing cars before the game to avoid situations like this.

I see these Penn State kids all around Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia and they’re really nice while soliciting donations, but I don’t even want to give money to my own alma mater, let alone this school that my significant other derisively refers to as “13th grade”.