The concept of “St. Eliot’s Day” makes me want to stay home under the bed on May 23.

So crazy that just might work

Fuck, that’s rude.

I did one LLR event because a friend was hosting it and I bought a cute shirt and I just melted in it. So. Much. Polyester.

Thank you. My car was totaled by being hit at 25 mph, and the driver did hit the brakes. I was driving an old steel-framed Chevy Caprice.

Yes, this. Sudden unneeded stops in traffic could lead to more accidents.

From what we know now, we can’t tell if there was enough time for the human driver to respond.

I tried crickets when I went to Mexico, mostly because my host thought I wouldn’t. They tasted of salt and the chili powder that were on them. Adds some nice crunch to a guacamole taco. It was a little disconcerting to see my host munching on them the way I would, say, goldfish crackers.

Also, reform camp murders are such a trope.

Some people like their morning coffee hot no matter what the temperature is.

Well hell. I’ve never met him, but did enjoy him on TV and loved the food I ate at his restaurants. If he pleads guilty and gets his shit together, I’ll go back, but not until.

That didn’t turn out well and he hasn’t been seen for a few years. I don’t miss him at all.

Oh hell, I’m so sorry that happened to you. I wish we could disallow plea bargaining for abusers.

Oh hell yes. It’s not an Italian if there’s not oil & vinegar on it.

My only question is, “Based on what?” Sales? Actual research? There is so much wrong with this list I can’t even start.

The Department of Health has been working with bodegas to bring in more fresh fruit and vegetables and put them prominently on display.

I’m more afraid of the freaking winged roaches in Chinatown than the people. One of those suckers landed on my shoulder and scared the whatsis out of me.

Movie theatre concessions.

That’s a totally legit complaint.

They’re also some of the only nearby sources of food for some people. A small oasis in a food desert.