...a vintage line-green Pyrex like the one my grandmother used to make fudge...

Special shoutout to the guy in the blue t-shirt offering his own, very eloquent salute.

I’m imaging the headless horseman just going at it.

Dudes that got a thing for youthful bodies have got some serious headtrips going on about age and mortality. Fucking younger women (while gross because it is) is also some sort of pathetic thrashing against the inevitabilities of life and death.

I will never, EVER forget this—back in the day (I’m talking 3 decades ago) I was a cute little 20-something who was so painfully naive it was a wonder I survived into my 30s. One of my clients, a grotesque older dude in his fifties with a massive, gin-blossom nose, brillo-textured gray hair, and saddlebags under his…

And on another level of panic, I’m sure people who have a family member being cared for at that facility are freaking the fuck out about whether their loved one has also been raped. It’s just horrible from every angle.

I live in a small seaside community in New Jersey, and the tourist-driven economy keeps things on the frantic side from Memorial Day all the way through New Year’s Day. I took my customary after-season long walk on Jan 2 and it was like a post-apocalyptic novel—there were signs of life everywhere (including empty…

You burned my begonias!

My little Italian mommy is rolling in her grave right now. Cooking is love, eating is joy, herbs and spices are fun. Eating that bland-ass recipe would be like reading Cotton Mather’s sermons.

Even then, I use Raisinettes in oatmeal cookies...

Charlie X—what a little fucker. He took that woman’s face away. I haven’t seen that episode in decades and I still remember that scene.

Dear, wonderful Kirsty—gone too soon, too soon.

That whole ‘so you can have it all.’ Nope, not at the same time. That’s a lie.

It’s the part where people start writing public letters in support of someone who has admittedly beaten their wife to a bloody pulp (in front of their children!) where I get a bit lost.

What about Daredevil Season 1 villain Wilson Fisk?

Chiming in on the request for the pulled pork recipe. Pretty please?

Back in 1986, there was a Broadway revival of the 8-hour, 2-part production of The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby. I had seen the play on PBS Great Performances and when I learned the revival was coming to Broadway, and it would only run for 29 performances, I somehow squeezed together the $100 ticket price…

Yes, it IS weird. A friend of mine is vocally dismissive of my affection for horror (“There’s enough to be scared of in the real world, why do you want to watch that kind of stuff”), and yet one of her favorite movies is “Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead” and one of her favorite books is “In the Cut”—both of which…

A horror movie with an unequivocally happy ending is probably not even a horror movie

I read a post that pointed out there was no vandalism to the stickers, they were all in pristine condition, so clearly it was set up and staged. Because yeah, that’s more plausible than a mentally unstable Trump lover finally acting on what he’s been fed.