Paul Roblart, Mall Copbot

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Heh. Behind the wheel of a series of motionless vehicles he wouldn't know how to start even if people hadn't removed the keys in an excess of caution.

Yep. That's why I want to SHUSH everyone who says he's way behind on appointments. 'Cause think of it this way: That means a TON of federal agencies are being run by sane, competent career civil servants in "acting director" roles and not by, say, NASA Director Kato Kaelin or Librarian of Congress Kim Davis, y'know?

I dunno why 'dumpster fire' is treated as the worst-imaginable type of fire. I mean, what is at risk of being damaged in a dumpster fire?

I always thought dying in a crash of Hooters Air had to be the most-shameful imaginable death.

I've heard good things about ayahuasca.

Ahem: Yes, fire truck or, *pushes up glasses* quint-ladder.

I should add to what I say below: I don't even mind paying property taxes when I have the money to do so—I *like* my kids' public school, I like our library, our parks, our roads, etc—it's just this biz at the extremis of things where they seize your house if you can't pay. There ought to be some provision where they…

Didn't this idea just get Teresa May in big trouble?

I had a similar idea. New York State has a slight variation in that called the STAR tax exemption that exempts a small portion of the value of your primary residence (under a certain total value) from school taxation. It amounts to a few hundred bucks a year for most people, which is nice but could be better (and I…

Maybe I have weird ears or a defective sound setup. (Or wait, actually this seems like a problem in my car, on my headset or on my home speakers, which isolates the issue to my iPhone. Maybe I'll try it from another 'source' platform.)

Well except that when your home is seized in a tax sale, you don't get the money.

*taps tip of nose*

Good for you. Podcasts are a gateway drug to reading books.

I'm sympathetic insofar as they are a bunch of fun people who have found a way to make money from their podcasting. I just wish they could spend a little bit on better sound engineering so those of us cheapskates who merely listen in ('cause, y'know, I live on the opposite side of the continent from L.A.) can enjoy it…

I'll just remember it as a song regularly played at high school dances whilst I, opposite my usual 'platonic' date for these sort of things*, thought inwardly, "Gawd I want to go to bed with you SO. MUCH."

I've been just unable to bring myself to listen to Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me since the election. Nothing really seems funny anymore.

*voice of Morgan Freeman* "I agree with the first part."

Apropos, It Started With a Body: