You didn’t hear what you heard. No one did. Crooked Hillary. My earpiece cut out, and it didn’t feed me advice, my earpiece transmitted sounds because it’s hooge. Crooked Hillary. Crooked Hillary. Nothing I say or do is my fault, ever. Crooked Hillary.

Two things jump out at me looking at the photos. One is that the badge on the trunk seems to me to be about half the size of the current badge, which can be seen from space. The other is that rims are branded with an “A” for Azure instead of the present-day “B”. Can’t really be sure from the photos, but I think even…

She was competing in The Guardian’s Stupidest Woman in America contest.

It’s called the “Project Runway Gambit”, where you take a mildly commercial but very watchable show to another network that allows sixty minutes of product placement. (Someone must still be watching Project Runway as it’s still on the air, but I never hear discussed a la watercooler any more.)

Brits mourned when GBBO (known as GBBS in the U.S.) producers announced its move to Channel 4. They cheered when Mel and Sue announced they were sticking with the BBC, and they’re cheering now for Mary Berry’s decision.

Cowards do that. Gives them an easy out, and that’s better than answering hard questions.

It’s a happy accident that has made the world a better place, even though I’ve yet to figure out how to drop the phrase into conversation. (But I will, oh I will.)

My new favorite phrase is now “bridge and groom”, which I will have to work into the conversation while including the phrase “bride and tunnel”.

That’s the model I’ve got. In the fall the local markets seem to have more varieties of apples every year, and I use it daily.

I remember the mail order catalogs that purveyed such wonders.

Brought to you by the same people who brought you glass slippers, maidens in a tower with long hair, and little girls in red capes on their way to Granny’s house.

There is a significant subset of people who treat all royals (any flavor) as dolls to dress up and participate in their tea parties. All the romance, twice the specialness, and no historical perspective that allows anyone with a crown to be a human being that shits once a day, pees somewhat more frequently, burps…

Ooh, that retractable rear window. I was convinced that every car was going to have one the very next production year because they were so cool.

Only? Only?!?

Clueless of context.

“This Uber is going to listen to Christopher Cross and it’s going to like it”

That he’s made entirely of tiny droplets of water, goes whichever way the wind blows him, constantly changes shape, and can on occasion when filled with water or ice crystals become deadly?

To be fair, your first post feels a bit pedantic and slightly condescending. Lecturing anyone on what is or isn’t funny rarely works. You don’t like Schumer and that’s fine. Others who like Schumer are also fine — but not according to you. We must all recognize Schumer’s inferior skills.

Is it alright to state the obvious? That it was Trump’s imitation of Ann Coulter?

This doesn’t surprise me. Given the choice, I would prefer to watch GBBO myself. The IOC’s greed and the (fairly corrupt but fully sanctioned) host city selection process has seriously damaged my enthusiasm for the games.