I too wondered if the Doctor knows more - perhaps from a scan with the Sonic - about Graham’s cancer than she lets on. Speaking as someone who is a few years older than the actor that plays Graham, I find his anxiety about his cancer returning to be completely rational and firmly grounded in reality.

I miss the doughnut machine the Excaliber hotel and casino in Las Vegas had at the Krispy Kreme store in their food court years ago. The Little Woman and I would walk over there from NYNY late at night and get a couple of doughnuts and a cup of decaf before heading to bed. Eventually they took all that out and it was…

The problem isn’t if you are regularly driving 250-300 miles a day. It’s if you *ever* drive 250-300 miles a day during the entire time you own the vehicle. True, I typically drive the WRX I’ve owned for almost three years now just a few miles day. But then there was that road drip from Denver to Kansas City, and then…

I agree the that correct answer is “yes”. But it’s not that simple, at least for me.

Also Pike’s Peak. I’ve taken a motorcycle up each of them more than once.

I have tinnitus pretty badly, so restaurant noise is a real issue for me: I can’t hear very well, and loud noises are painful.

This guy lost over nine pounds in just a few minutes. That’s a heckuva weight loss plan.

“What I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let me and my kabab alone, that’ll be the end of it.”

“A Quinn Martin Production!”

I routinely use “10-4" in texts. But I have had to explain it from time to time. A friend of mine uses “Acknowledged.” which I also kinda like.

I dunno about “emotional support animals” but my spousal unit and I are for sure our two feline overlords’ “service animals”. We might as well wear vests that say that.

At least the posters all around the mess in the main terminal remodel are pretty entertaining.

I second the suggestion of Root Down.

Denver resident here. Was in our airport yesterday. What they said. As long as you’re sticking to the concourses - there are three, A, B, and C, and you can move between them on the train without leaving the secured area or going to the terminal building where services like ticketing and baggage claim are located -…

I agree. My spousal unit drove a Subaru Outback station wagon for eighteen years. When she finally replaced it with a (then) new 2016 version of the same model, I thought it was a lot more like a crossover - Taller, longer, wider, etc. than her old car. It’s still a great car... but it’s no station wagon.

The Lovecraftesque stories by Caitlin R. Kiernan in her “Black Helicopters” and related works fall into this category too, I think. I liked them quite a bit. (But then, I liked Vandermeer’s “Southern Reach” trilogy, too.)

This reminds me of how much I miss C&D during its David E. Davis years.

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.

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.