Apropos: the "billionaire" (or millionaire or just we'll say "wealth") themes to romance novels are interesting. Me, I'll freely cop to commingling my sexual with my economic fantasies, although in my case it tends to get filtered through my left-wing and/or genre-media leanings.

Which is worse, the stupid kids or the meddling ones?

Yodabites was a Star Wars novelty breakfast cereal, right? And there's like 6 unopened boxes left in the world and they change hands on Ebay for like $850, I'm guessing?

Supposedly sex in zero G would be really difficult; no leverage.

They'd none of them be missed…

There was an ad for an internet provider a few years back. A wife is sitting in a living room clipping coupons or something. Husband walks in and sits down with a bewildered look on his face. Wife says, "I thought you were surfing the Internet." Husband says, "Yeah. I *finished* it."

I dunno, ordinary women in the 70s seemed, baseline, an order of magnitude more fit and attractive than many ordinary women today. Something to do with the drinking water back then not being a soup of peed-out half-digested anti-depressants and agricultural-dose antibiotics, y'know?

Eh, bring it on. Tumblr's not so tough. I think I can take him/her/them/it.

Guys, there are no secrets being kept by HBO. It's ALL. JUST. BOOBS. Just boobs. That's all. Boobs all the way down. Know what the next Game of Thrones big reveal will be? Fucking additional boobs.

Does the film end with Jackson bodily carrying Ryan Reynolds away to the strains of Janet Jackson?

Apropos this, my own self-care regimen through all of this has been:

She hasn't stopped cackling since. Something has broken inside her.

You're as … pure as you think you are.

It was actually their second choice for what to call those things, the first being "floaters."

Ew.

I run a wine program in my own home most nights after work.

Bears can tell you. Also pumas (did I mention there are pumas west of the Rockies?).

I remember somebody saying about Rennaissance paintings, "Bit suspicious how all the nude women look like men with two lemon halves stuck to their chests, isn't it?"

Mmmm, save the rainforest, ladies. Save it for me.

"And by 'single', what I really meant was…"