Yeah, you’re not wrong. Which is why I only go on Saturday mornings, and only then in the winter when it’s too cold and snowy to do something useful.

He only works the night shift due to a “skin condition”.

I’m sticking with Panera Bread’s Egg and Cheese on Brioche. With a package of potato chips. Don’t judge me.

I think insurance covers cattle lost to mysterious mutilation but not to natural causes.

Yes! Thanks!

I’ve read this and had completely forgotten about it.... um... remind me what it is?

It looks like from the illustrations on the web site that the two props on the propulsion pods (whatever they are really called) face *forward*. Is this a thing now? Or maybe in this class or size of vessel?

That’s my point. I *expect* people to use the machine I just got off of. But I *don’t* expect them to sit on it between their own sets catching up on Facebook.

Yeah, I bring a towel too. But I can easily see why there might be a difference of opinion.

That’s a pet peeve of mine: guys (it’s almost *always* a guy) sitting on a piece of equipment in between sets futzing around with their phone. (I leave my phone in the car.) I tend to do old school super sets, so I’m up off the machine to another machine to work an opposing muscle group, than back on the first machine…

What alliterator said!

Many decades ago my wife was working as a counselor at a Girl Scout summer camp in northern Ohio. One evening the counselors were sitting around the camp fire when one of them, from southern Ohio, remarked “Boy, I could really use a 3-way right now.”

Just this AM I read this article from The Atlantic on people getting stranded when they took their Zipcars into an area of zero bars.

It’s true. But I decided some time ago - while pondering my affection for the works of H. P. Lovecraft - that if you can only love those who are perfect, ultimately you will love no one.

Genre stuff is like porn [*]: we all know it when we see it.

That was my immediate thought as well.

That was my immediate thought as well.

I need to stop using the world “remarkably” so much, because it’s redundant: I’m remarking on it so clearly it can be remarked upon. Whether *you* think it is worthy of making a remark about is up to you.

I wanna rub that belly despite the fact I just know she’s gonna bite and claw the crap outta my hand.