Now I know what I’m making for dinner.

+1 for general entendre-ness.

Hell, I’m an archivist and I never use the word curate. Especially now.

I ordered from the McD’s secret menu when I was 10 and didn’t want anything but two buns and a meat patty.

“AND extraextraextraextraextraextraextra tartar sauce.”

I always thought John Goodman was better.

I got two games for rooting for Ultron.

“David Ball:”

Well, England. So there’s gotta be Normans in there somewhere.

Are we related? Don’t like roller coasters, but they don’t physically bother me. Air turbulence and rocking boats have no effect. But 30 jumping jacks or mosh pit-style head banging? Dizziness to the point of falling over.

ZOODLES. Word of the day.

Big plate o’ seafood and a beer right now. That is all.

No offense taken, dude. It’s just one of those phrases that signal you can tune out now, like “If I were you...” or “No offense...”

I stopped reading after “not to be snarky...”

And if you get tired of seafood, look up Bao Bao Dumpling House in Portland. So very good.

Here’s the interview. It’s the last vid on the page before the ads begin. Plus, she looks to be wearing a Cleveland Indians ballcap. Clearly she gives zero fucks.

Go find the cheap-o lobster places, if that’s your thing. Lobster pounds and shacks just off the well-beaten path will be less expensive and less assholed. If you don’t like lobster, pretty much any seafood will do, as Maine has the best seafood I’ve ever encountered.

Another Mainer here. And agreed: parent your child. The more reasonable among us non-parenting types understand that kids will be kids and sometimes will embarrass you or drive you fucking insane. But BE THE PARENT. As someone commented here elsewhere, have an exit strategy. Most of the parents I know are great and…

This, definitely this. Talk about a parade of the damned.