That was some Sophie’s Choice shit there a few times.

I LOVED that Worst Jobs in History show. Every once in a while I search my channel guide and Netflix etc hoping for a chance to watch again.

Sometimes I think about the fact that Gaudreau is three years older than Ekblad and I have to unscramble my brain.

That game was fun as hell to watch. Team NA had Rinne flopping around in the paint like a dying fish.

I don’t drink much juice anymore but when I want some my local grocery store’s deli section has half gallon jugs of fresh squeezed for 5 bucks. Tastes great, lasts all week.

As An Old who has been in many fandoms over many decades I would say another change is that people have learned that slapping a thin veneer of social justice on anything gives them a perceived moral high ground. If you don’t support it (as a fellow fan) or give it to them (as a creator), then you are automatically…

Am a hiker. Can confirm.

Several years ago a friend of mine chose a Caribbean cruise as her “I survived breast cancer” celebration, which isn’t the kind of thing you opt out of no matter how disinterested you are in going on a cruise. The nightly entertainment, visible from our balcony, was a show involving a pool and a trampoline, with lots…

I’m a horse person and I wasn’t furious because I hear this same thing every four years when the summer Olympics roll around. It’s not angry-making anymore, just predictable and tedious—the Olympics coverage equivalent of jokes about airplane food.

A few years ago I went to an acupuncturist in desperation, trying to stop muscle spasms from a back injury. Every time I inhaled and exhaled the entire right side of my back would spasm in a rippling wave from top to bottom. Since you inhale and exhale many many times a day, and can’t just stop, I was in misery. None…

I’m a former runner and still avid hiker. I wear compression socks after hiking (and used to after running) because they feel good and my legs and feet seemed less tired and sore when I did. I wasn’t sure if it was a placebo thing or not so the controlled study you mentioned here is pretty interesting.

I used to make these all the time several decades ago when I was a teenager who lived mostly on white carbs and Pudding Pops. They were delicious. Pro-tip: sprinkle some garlic powder on the inside of the bread (if you put it on the outside it tends to burn while you’re cooking it).

Hello, fellow Milwaukeean.

I worked for a guy who I’m convinced was a narcissist (very successful in the financial industry) and he was a nightmare. Everything he did was driven by his ego and his need for attention, and his obsession with looking like the bigshot, with absolutely no thought at all for anything or anyone else. It was…

That poor guy. The desire to believe is so strong.

I am also An Old and I also happen to be single and I honest to God live in fear of some dude sending me a pic of his junk. Twice—two different guys—I’ve felt like a dick pic was in the offing if I didn’t somehow put the brakes on it, and it made me super nervous.

Oh man. Right in the heart.

Now I want to try this.

I love Kind bars, but I treat them like a candy bar, not a health food. (A more expensive candy bar—I watch and buy them on sale.)