If you haven’t yet watched Aziz Ansari’s show “Master of None,” there’s an episode all about that. You might appreciate it.

It’s always weird scrolling through an Asian actor’s IMDb page. The same person’s list of characters reads like, “Mr. Hong,” “Mr. Gupta,” “Mr. Takahashi,” “Mr. Santos”...

I’m gonna miss our juggalo football fans when the team moves to Vegas. They are a hoot. It’s like a little Mad Max cosplay convention every time you take an eastbound BART on game day.

Mine just bought us a new one that is supposed to do those things splendidly. Here is the link:

I’ve been reading this whole thread and chanting to myself, “Don’t Google it. Don’t Google that, either. And don’t even think about Googling this other term...”

We need to bring back cupboard beds for our old houses!

Corks are on the way out, anyway. I’m noticing that progressively nicer wines are coming in screw-top bottles. It’s not just for Thunderbird, anymore.

That would be so much better than being sick and receiving ANOTHER goddamn coloring book as a “get well” gift.

It’s rising so fast, right?! I rented a 1 br in Temescal for $1200 in early 2012, and they were renting out the other units in the building for $1800 by the time I moved out, three years later. The rental company’s website is now advertising similar apartments for $2000.

That was my point: people like to describe all of Oakland as one big dumpster fire, but we have a big variety of very different areas here, like any city.

IKR? Rockridge is just COVERED in tents and you’ve got to dodge knife fights on your walk to brunch. LOL.

Oh goodness, I don’t know. I don’t know how the fashion industry works.

Cerie from 30 Rock would be a good pick.

Here’s a shot of the target customer base for this line:

Really wondering how people can read this sort of thing without it just giving them unnecessary nightmares and headaches. Isn’t it brutal enough to read the paper and watch the news? Why shoulder the burden of fictional brutality like this? It just seems like a form of punishment.

I switched to calling my parents Mommers and Dadley at some point way later in life than any kid is supposed to be able to come up with new parental nicknames. I think I was in college. I started using a new nickname for my sister at the time, too. They all just rolled with it.

I’ve got a younger relative named Braden and man... Why, man.

There was something about the term “wonky nose” that just stuck in my memory for life. He’s such a gem.

You know, I don’t think I’ve heard her, either.