(Also, "Venmo"? I've never even HEARD of Venmo…)

My landlord has definitely not joined the 21st century. I'd be interested to know whether that's still a norm, or not.

People who have to pay rent?

As someone who has had her car randomly egged — I kind of object to it being called "property damage". Come on. The car is damaged neither by the eggs, nor the act of having to clean them off. It causes a nuisance and a chore, and that's it.

See, that's what I thought — didn't we know her from at least one thing? Then I remembered this was Jezebel and not io9, where the various Snow White adaptations received a lot more attention.

Listen, I like skunks (descented if possible), I've taken care of one in a wildlife-care place, they are super sweet. But let's face it: they are not endangered, and New England does not have a skunk shortage. Our thousands of acres of forest don't actually require imports of urban skunks. Releasing an urban skunk…

(Pom Poko is about tanuki, which, despite being known in English as "raccoon dogs", are not related to raccoons at all.)

There is a Qdoba near my office, and before they switched to the guacamole being free, I had developed a well-rehearsed patter when ordering that included "no sauce except for guacamole, which I know is extra, as much as you can give me!" (I would have paid 2x for double-extra, if they'd been willing to do it; they…

Yeah, seriously. I've been to Kanab. There's a grocery store. Just... put together something meal-like from there.

Heck, I stopped in at a Dunkin Donuts on Long Island, fully intending to get a croissant with egg, cheese and bacon — and fortunately noticed and parsed all of the "WE ARE KOSHER" signs before actually trying to order it.

Yes! I'm in an apt that was a duplex house built in like the 1890s. So I have a walk-in closet, except I'm not sure that's what it actually was. Walk-in pantry? It's off what must have been the dining room, and it has a built-in 3-drawer dresser. It's underneath the back stairway up to the second floor (which is…

Yeah, I can't listen to very much of it. I was down there, but not on Boylston. My brother was running and had just turned onto Boylston and gotten to about Gloucester when the second bomb went off ahead of him. He was fine, but it was a hairy hour before we met up with him. I'm grateful to have come no closer…

Try stepping on what you think is a cold hairball, only to discover, when you put the lights on, that it is in fact a mouse head. Just the head.

You are an inspiration.

Let's assume he hitch-hiked down. Otherwise, an 18-pack of Bud is pretty unconventional for trekking supplies.

because the other guy just wandered off into the woods with an 18 pack of Bud and a letter saying he quit in his cabin.

The great irony is that in this context, it should be "palate". (A palette is what artists use to put paint on.)

The thing is, I have also had non-itchy luck with alpaca. So maybe you could find a talented knitter, and then supply your own yarn? I think you can get it in the super-chunky style necessary for a good fisherman's sweater.

Yeah. I am at the age where I walk around Boston looking like I am geared up for the Yukon, and I don't even care. I'M WARM.

This. I am a "wool is horribly itchy to me" person, but I can wear Smartwool!