Oooh, so it looks like I can watch two or three consecutive episodes of "Call the Midwife" once a week and not be on my way to an early grave if I've happened to also go to the South Shore of Massachusetts where the only icky beach is!?! Yay for me!

Me and my bangs…..yep, I hear you, Pocket_Copter. My bangs and I have had a wonderful, forehead-and-now-wrinkle-covering relationship for many, many years. I see no reason to end things.

Both that and the Lolasocks comment are quite true!! I'd forgotten Prince Philip's propensity for dropping the odd verbal bomb!

How much do you love the look on Leana Headey's face? She's all, "Oh shit, I'm talking to Prince Philip….don't swear, don't swear, don't swear."

Okay, looking "lady-like" on a bicycle = bullshit + crap/I smell sexist idiocy.

Chummy RULES ALL.

I know that "stout" has fallen out of favor. It's old-timey-ish, but damn, do I love that word. I feel as though if you are "stout" and you are a solid, upstanding, vaguely ass-kicking-ish kind of Lady Person!

The dog gained the ability to disrupt my thought process.

Kardashiana koncerns me. On the one hand, I'm "oh, well, they clearly work hard, support themselves, leverage the media available to them, etc., etc." and on the other hand, I'm all "but they are famous for being famous and why this? WHY THIS? THIS IS NOT FAIR! I HAVE BOOBS AND NICE HAIR TOO!"

I just read "full backing" as "bull fucking".

I use a light application of tinted moisturizer (Nars) that I set with a dusting of MakeUp Forever's HD powder. So, while I get a bit of makeup coming off on the inside helmet pads, I'm using a light hand to start with, so mostly, no, it's not all stripped away by my trusty brain bucket!

Wooohoo! I'm a regular Vespa commuter/rider and I had *no clue* how to deal with that strange, cheek-centered blob of makeup that has accumulated on the inner pads of my helmet! Thanks so much for the tip.

I have been locked in the hell that is a convention center for the past few days, so, when mole-like, I emerged squinting into the sunlight and headed to the airport, I had a cross-country flight in which to catch up with news from my homeland of the Bean and the Cod. I found this and was like, "WHOA….PLEASEOHPLEASE…

Pissing contest on behalf of my beloved Mr. Fash….but it totally, utterly impacted me. So, that counts, right? Anywhoozle…here goes. I have changed the names of the friends involved to "Romeo and Juliet" to protect the not-so-innocent.

I actually really like Tara. I think Rutina Wesley has had a hugely thankless task in that she took the character's really crappy, abuse-heaped story lines, and created some sympathy for her—particularly when they elected to have her character become the thing she hated/feared the most. (Cue the, "You are insane"…

"He visits Lafayette sort of like Al visited Sam on Quantum Leap. They solve mysteries together along with Pam, who reluctantly takes a job working for Lafayette because she's broke or something. It's sort of like "Ghost Whisperer," meets "Hart to Hart", but with psychotic vampires and shirtless werewolves. Jason…

"Personal Summer"….that is fabulous….and also vaguely evocative of some 1970s feminine hygiene product targeted toward us Ladies Experiencing the Later Years.

Sadly, I just cannot do weed anymore; but one of my friends says it really keeps her mood swings to a minimum as long as she's low-dosing in advance of a down mood cycle.

Trust me. You try turning 50 and you will realize that alcohol is now part of your daily life because THESE:

First: Sandwiches are *the best* and I agree w/number 1 but only when the corned beef is super-lean.