When you run into your 8th grade algebra crush at the bank.

Your line about an ongoing turf war between the geese and seagulls makes me think of some kind of West Side Story drama. Imagine geese and seagulls snapping fingers and honking eaat ch other!

Or just pay some fucking 12-year-olds $25 bucks each to pick up goose shit, you complete fucking imbecile.

“The AP reports that Golisano is refusing to pay a $90,000 school tax bill.”

In his defense, geese shit like crazy. We had a pond behind our house when I was growing up, and the neighborhood kids were ALWAYS trying to navigate around geese droppings. You actually couldn’t play barefoot in your yard, and it was a bitch to mow the lawn at times.

Um why exactly would property maintenance be the towns responsibility. They aren’t town owned geese. Do they remove the snow nature puts there in the winter too?

A woman in my office loves this show and I swear to God this morning she told me she was throwing out her old Crockpot because of the danger. I told her I heard that wasn’t really something likely to happen and she was relieved.

I see that Diane Keaton is taking the Lena Dunham approach to things.

Yeah, cool it you street artist person. Not because Streep is who she is, but because... HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW, she knew? Streep explained herself quite well, and I believe her.

Also, I saw someone point out that Spurlock’s comment about being alcoholic for the past 30 years really undermines Super Size Me, since at one point in the film a doctor says that his liver “looks like an alcoholic’s” after eating McDonald’s for so long. Like... damn. We now know that he was an alcoholic. That’s not…

Me too.

I feel the faint stirrings of warmth creeping into my cold, dead heart. I want it to be true, but I’m wary, so very wary.

Back when you could mail order like ten books for $0.99 (you were supposed to buy so many more over the next year, blah, blah, blah) I received a misdirected shipment of those initial ten books, the delivery company would not take them back. The books seemed to be things I’d enjoy, so I started reading them. Oryx and…

I discovered her in the mid-1990s when my best friend told me about The Robber Bride (which remains my favorite of her books to this day and one of my favorites of all time). I can’t say I’ve read ALL of her books, but I’ve read the majority of them. She’s long been one of my favorite authors.

Right?!? I was in an active book club for a few years. When everyone became obsessed with The Hunger Games and started looking for more dystopian fiction, I begged them to read The Handmaid’s Tale. I read it 20 years ago when I was 17. My mom was not a reader, but for some reason she had a copy of this book, and I…

I know! On one hand, I’m glad she is getting the recognition she deserves and loving all of the adaptation talk. On the other hand, I can no longer add to my Atwood library at used bookstores due to the high demand, and this makes me sad.

I felt the same way about George R.R. Martin. He was just another name in a sea fantasy writers until HBO delivered him unto providence.

I was with you for a minute there, Mayim, I really was. I, too, have experienced probably less-than-average amounts of sexual harassment and catcalling (though not none, of course, because duh), and I’ve largely attributed it to two things: I’ve always been a homebody, and I’m not hot, just regular. So I get that…

No, but I think it was an open secret that he was cheating on his last wife with her.

I have my own body image issues and wish my nose was smaller, etc. Is it weird that my reaction after reading this was to try to love myself more?