I've disliked Russell Wilson ever since the 2012 Packers/Seahawks "Fail Mary" refereeing fiasco.

If you had told me a decade ago I'd enjoy living in the Upper Midwest, I would have laughed in your face without hesitation.

You're right. But I just really hate when someone comments on their appearance as too mannish or not feminine enough. I am always in awe over both of them - they are so incredibly competitive and dedicated to their sport. Being beautiful is totally secondary to that.

I admit I had researched this because someone got me a novelty ice cube tray, and the ice would look so much cooler if it was clear. Except that was months ago an the novelty tray has not even left the box, so, you know, it's not high on the priority list.

It's harder to remember that when you move away.

You know how hard it is to make clear ice cubes? Not that fucking hard.

Nope, you are in your right mind. I think "invent" is too strong a word. I'd say a typewriter has been modified.

I am mystified that you could look at the Williams sisters and not see how beautiful they are.

Hmmm - I'm not sure you've had the right pulled pork sandwich then - topped with a vinegar sauce and coleslaw, it is heaven on a white-bread.

While their labor practices are horrible, I have a soft spot for MickeyD's of late.

I googled the ad and found some coverage in Vanity Fair. They linked out to this video.

Here you go:

I say make some bone marrow. Because nothing says "I want you to propose to me," than serving a man bone marrow.

Female scientist with an androgynous name, backing you up. When the relationship is just e-mail correspondence, I'm brilliant. Finally talk to me on the phone or meet me in person, all of a sudden I'm a drooling idiot. (But my contributions are totally worth attempting to credit to themselves, obviously.)

Lamb is his best book, without a doubt. But my heart belongs to Island of the Sequined Love Nun. For the book itself, for the crazy-ass title, and for the original cover.

LOVE that.

Now, maybe. But in the mid-90's, not so much. As noted, no one really knew who Christopher Moore was back then, so they weren't sure it was a satire/comedic book. It looked damn creepy - and in a paperback, you really couldn't see anything but the title until you got up close.

It has to be the RIGHT book. I've had guys hit on me, using the book as a way to initiate conversation. Someone used the fact of my Kindle - Him: "So, do you like it?" Me: non-committal grunt and nod - to chew my ear off for 30 minutes.

We go out with some friends that are horrendous campers. It embarrasses the shit out of me. Leave the god-damn table so the servers/bussers can turn it over or shut it down. (My real favorite is when one of them will order another drink or dessert after we've paid our checks, because he thinks if he sticks around,…

Aw bugger. You ruined the surprise I was gonna spring on you the next time I came to NYC, Chritter. It's a traditional NYC greeting - we all know that.