That’s tough but true. My best friend from childhood ended up with four kids, with quite the age gap between the first two and last two...she is constantly shuffling them to and fro for school and activities and what not. And that was expected. She’s their mom. With our conflicting schedules I see her once a year if…

You had me at “enraged mortadella loaf”. I had to find a pic.

Either an operatic voice (the costumes! the drama!) or a big belting voice like Patsy Cline or Neko Case.

I’ve been told I’m a gifted mimic, and can sing if I’m doing an impression of someone, but as for my own voice...meh. I can do a killer Beth Gibbons though. Would love to slay this at karaoke (also, showing my age here):

My greatest regret is that I can’t sing to save my life. It’s the one thing I would change about myself - to be blessed with an opera voice.

Truth. The last surviving of the bowl set I have has a very dull finish because we put it in the dishwasher.

My parents had a set like that but not quite in those colors, with the exception go the big yellow one which I kept because it’s the one I learned to bake with.

Me too! I stopped trying to save him since he didn’t want to save himself.

They are (were?) a fun band, which made the attack all the more shocking. You don’t go to a EODM show to think too hard. But Jesse’s always had a bit of a screw loose, which is why I feared this thing might push him over the edge.

I knew he was a bit to the right before the attacks. After the attacks I was afraid he might go in this direction. Sigh...

I have an extraordinarily terrible work schedule in which I work nights and weekends. I have basically become a cameo role in my friends’ lives. They have pretty much given up on inviting me anywhere. I get it, they’re sick of hearing “Sorry, working” every time they ask, but it still sucks. Combine this with the fact…

This. I wear as much structured clothing as I can. Inevitably some of it comes off as low cut. If it makes me look like I’m built like a brick shit house so be it, because I am. I’m not going to wear a sack to be “appropriate”.

For the life of me I will never understand why people try to own these things. It’s like having an ape that’s super nice until you look at it the wrong way and it rips your face off.

I adored his Prince Hal but couldn’t get on board with his Henry V. Then again, once you go Branagh...

Those espadrilles!

Why do all of these guys who pull this shit look like a thumb with a face drawn on it?

Yes, exactly. I don’t want to be remembered as That Asshole Fan With No Boundaries.

I get it, and I adore Branagh, but “just 10 minutes here” and another 15 there...when does it end? It’s like when your boss says you might have to stay late or come in on Saturday. Branagh’s job may be more glamorous and better paid but at some point he would probably just like to get home.

Thanks for this take. I often wonder what I would do if I saw my favorite band’s lead singer in public. On one hand it’s a once in a lifetime chance (you seem to have a job/life where you have contact with these types. I don’t). On the other, does he look like he just wants to sit there and eat his tacos? Is he with…