I’ll Follow You Down. Live at the Apollo with a nice open.

I love gummy worms, anything chocolate and all ice cream. Oddly no diabetes, yet. Not a big pudding fan, but a worm or two on my potted plant would be most excellent. Thanks for the idea and your reply!

Another cute party trick (I know, Kate post, but I thought Oreos and all): generously spread crushed Oreos on top of vanilla ice cream you have packed into a small clay flower plot. Place an artificial sprout/flower in it. Voila! Potted plant dessert. Variations as to ice cream flavors.

Thank you for reminding me of the pain I felt when Sarandon and Robbins split. I'm not sure whether I now want to open a vein or a bottle of whiskey. I'm thinking the whisky. Because, yeah, we've still got Kurt and Goldie.

Supertramp takes me back to some time I lived in Europe. Good times. A poster (IAmNotADamnWriter) referenced Bell Bottom Blues by Derek and the Dominos in a Gawker post earlier. I can’t get that great song out of head now, so I figured I’d throw it down right here.

For the reference. Bravo.

Starred just to say how much I despise that song and doosh Adam. But, my teen loves the tune, and I am forced to listen to the pop station with a short play list when she rides shotgun. Ugh. Like a worm, that song spools through my brain long after the ride ends.

I foretell a lawsuit.

This. As I said before, I call this dysfunction junction. Shame they played it out in public.

For real. Welcome to dysfunction junction. Damn.

Wow. Thanks for the sage advice.

Haha. Regarding, not reform. Autocorrect got me and makes me sound like a dictator. Hilarious. Regarding your comment. Please.

Reform your comment, it doesn’t appear you really do understand the basic right to privacy. The argument/right really doesn’t turn on whether you are trying to conceal something you shouldn’t be doing.

Great take on my take, but I was referring to some of the comments I had already read. Guess I could have been more clear. Shrugs.

Which leads to the old sexist joke about why women are so bad at approximating measurements, having been told all their adult lives that four inches are six or more.

Agreed, but why not just shred him nonetheless? It’s the Gawker way.

The real question is who or what exactly does Costas have to fuck to be retired. He’s absolutely the worst. I just cannot bring myself to call him a sports journalist; that would be insulting the ones who are.

Well said. Brown tries to play the victim as if he were not the abuser he is, but that is simply a lie and very common among abusers. That guy doesn't seem like someone who wants to change. As you pointed out, he's a repeat offender. Women should run from him, not to him.

I actually watched and enjoyed the entire short. Sadly, this just furthers my expectations and increases the likelihood of disappointment now that I may actually articulate the why of my failure to be entertained. That was well done. Thank you. I now want to re-watch the trilogy and Scott Pilgrim.

Tough call. Really tough call.