I meant without a peel. Stupid English language. Shelled nuts don’t have shells, and unshelled ones do.

As long as it winds up unpeeled and in your mouth instead of, say, up your ass, then no, you haven’t been eating a banana wrong.

I think the question you meant to ask was, “Have you been peeling bananas wrong this whole time.” Which again, so long as the end result is an unpeeled banana, the answer is no. There’s no…

Not very well, apparently. I have an opportunity in my work to see kids’ signatures often and most of their handwriting is atrocious. My own nephew also has terrible handwriting, in cursive or print. If I ever have kids, I’m going to make sure before they even start school that they could be hired as calligraphers to…

I started keeping a journal after college because I missed actually writing something by hand.

I went the Newegg shuffle route, it was a race between a PS5 and an RTX 3080 or 3080 TI. The 3080 TI won. Of course, I had to also buy a motherboard I didn’t need, but I was able to flog it on eBay eventually so I got some of that money back. So I’ll have to save up again for a while before I can contemplate trying…

Was all geared up to watch Brotherhood of the Wolf and it’s on fucking AMC+. January releases are trash.

I would be hugely excited for Horizon: Forbidden West, except, you know, no PS5.

We used to have chickens that had the run of the whole property. Instead of pale yellow, the egg yolks were such a deep orange they were almost red. They also made brutal cascarónes, as those shells were like concrete.

“But everybody else’s eggs are laid by hormone-free chickens.”
“No, everybody else’s eggs are high in cholesterol. Your eggs are laid by Hormone-Free chickens.”

The only time I am cooking pasta in the sauce is when I make lasagna. I don’t pre-cook the dry lasagna noodles, I just layer them in dry and let them cook in the oven with the rest of the ingredients. The sauce has already been watered down a bit (swished around a bit in the jar to get all the sauce out), so there’s…

The other goldfish in the tank ask “Are we there yet?” every three seconds or so.

Allow me to introduce you to Sluzzle Tag:

Ah yes, great musical numbers, and just the right mix of quirky weirdness. I was hooked from the first trailer.

What about Netflix’s Inside Job? Great for people who like Rick & Morty and Solar Opposites, but are getting sick of Justin Roiland’s voice.

I find Summer Camp Island to mostly just be pleasant. There are no real villains, not a whole lot of conflict (at least yet), just a bunch of characters having fun little adventures. It’s almost soothing.

People talk about the trope of alien worlds in the Star Wars Universe having one climate (Hoth, Tatooine, etc.) but how about the number of planets that all resemble Feudal Japan, apparently?

“ELVISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!”

That’s a shame. I actually kinda enjoyed it. It wasn’t nearly as campy as the initial previews and trailers led me to believe. I liked some of the changes, although I didn’t care for them turning Vicious from coldly ruthless to near-psychotically volatile.  And I had deep misgivings when Ed appeared at the end.…

What, no mention of Zwarte Piet, the lovable Minstrel Show character from the Netherlands? No Dutch Christmas is complete without a debate about Maintaining Traditions and Heritage vs. The Evils of Blackface, much like how it just doesn’t feel like Christmas in the US until somebody talks about how rapey “Baby It’s…