I love when he and his buddy are at dinner and watching all the pent up passions in the room, and basically toast to being old and no longer giving a fuck. “To not being young! Let us eat and booze ourselves unconscious!”

Amateur and intermediate musicians are the worst. I used to learn piano with a Julliard professor who was the kindest, most humble guy ever. I suck at music and any small victory (remembering a chord, playing a small scale) would make him so proud despite the fact that he plays for world-renowned orchestras. Unlike…

I go to a yoga ashram that is pretty awesome because it’s not a spa or rich people type place, but a lot of the guests have that in-your-face serene affectation.

It sounds like a serious Type A person heard about meditation and decided they were going to crush all those Type Bs at being the MOST calm and the MOST tranquil.

I hope he choked on a locust.

Nor did he *colour* his moustache, which is the only way — considering the contrast with the hair colour — that absurdity could be explained.

As a resident of Canuckistan, I am very specifically amused.

Poirot definitely colored his hair.

The narrator often wondered if Poirot dyed his hair, because it was always jet black even as he aged; in the final novel we learn he resorted to wearing a wig and a face merkin!

To me Suchet is the definitive Poirot. But, the Finney adaptation of Murder on the Orient Express is superior to the Suchet one.

It’s a bit of a plot point in one of the stories (at least) that he colors his hair.

#NotMyPoirot

I swear on the grave of Agatha Christie that Hercule Poirot did not have a soul patch.

stupid france, won’t back us up in a phoney military circus that was obvious to everyone else on the planet except people who watch faux news.

but, but those emails!

Fair. Although in the heat of summer a lot of Vancouver area beaches get pretty packed with swimmers and I’ve seen surface temperatures in the upper teens.

I don’t know... I feel like has faded away in history, too. When I was a kid it seemed like it was more of a well-known myth. Though, maybe I just was more into it when I was a kid. It could also be because I tend to avoid the Okanagan these days, also. I’m not that old but I grew up in the days or orchards in my…

Elephant seals. Complete assholes.

Nah, they’re too busy kidnapping children.

Sharks or lake monsters if you talk to someone in the Okanagan.