I actually love my current job a lot, though it has its frustrations (mostly to do with my boss’s bosses, not my actual unit; my unit is great). Yet, I would almost certainly leave this job if I won enough money that I was set for life. I’d still find some other job to do, but I would take pleasure in feeling free to…

Yeah, exactly. “A rising tide lifts all boats”. Also, personally, I’d just feel really really weird and uncomfortable if I had all this money, and my friends and family had no more than before. I’d at least want them to be basically comfortable and free from the usual financial worries.

I know it sounds self-serving to say it, but yeah, if I won a really ridiculously huge amount, one of the first things I’d do is spread it around amongst my family and friends. (There are also certain charities I know I would donate to.) Of course I would set myself up so I had a decent income for the rest of my…

This whole thing *is* a mindfuck, which is why I am weirdly fascinted by reading the articles and comments.

I’ve really only been following this by reading comments on these articles, so, grain of salt.

The other option to stomping is drowning. Bucket filled with water, drop mouse and glue trap in, use stick to keep it from floating for a short time.

Hello, necropost!

I have to admit, I have benefitted from having a worrywort mother. It just took one year of me trying to drive the horrible corridor from Boston to the Jersey shore (the train would have been no better, and fuck flying), for her to be completely understanding when I said, “Mom, it’s not worth it — see you for…

It’s really interesting where people draw the line. When I was growing up, my closest “aunts and uncles” were in fact my parents 3 sets of best friends, and we did everything with them (and their families) that you would expect to do with actual family (whom we did not, generally like; except the ones who had moved to…

We had the best time the year we fried the turkey. It was like 15 years ago but we still yearn for it.

There were several years where it was really only me and one or two friends, and we got really into seeking out restaurants that offered Thanksgiving meals. Living in the Boston area, Thanksgiving is a big deal — one of the years, we actually went to the dinner seating at Plimoth Plantation (the food was okay, but the…

Green beans in a casserole that is bound together not with mushroom soup, but a mixture of cream cheese and brie.

This is a very important and underrated post, and should have more stars and be higher.

This is a really big conundrum. Because turkey does bore me to tears, but dammit... gravy is sublime.

One year I did Tgiving with 5 friends, and we were hemming and hawing about what the menu should be, and the friends who were hosting were obviously a little uncomfortable about shouldering the responsibility of roasting the bird in their oven.

(Saw your username, immediately knew what your icon was, starting singing the song in my head. It’s stuck there now. Thanks.)

So, here is a corollary question: is there any truth to the idea that we can’t smell our own smell, as much as we can others’ smells? I think I heard somewhere long ago that we don’t notice our own smell as much because it’s omnipresent to us. And this thought plagues me every time I’m doing a sniff-test on an article…

I wish to add my name to the THIS IS SOME BULLSHIT list, but also to the no-doubt long list of people wanting to be informed if Pinkham decides to resurrect this blog elsewhere. A++, would follow.

14) You’re participating in any kind of water sports at all.

LL Bean is good, obviously. Also try Duluth Trading Company. And Woolrich (for both cotton and wool plaids).