I have some harissa-infused olive oil that I drizzle on my hummus. It would be perfect on this too.

The Fat Policeman statue in Budapest has a shiny belly after tens of thousands of passing rubs. If anyone could find his wang under the beer gut, it would probably be shiny too...

When I was a wee kidlet learning how to program in BASICA a very long time ago, the first thing I did was (attempt) a cutesy little RPG. I did not have the patience for more than five or six levels of decisions...

I just had a Sweetango apple for the first time a few days ago, and it was really good - I wished it was just a tiny bit crisper, because I like apples that are so crisp that your teeth squeak, but it still had chomp, so no complaints at all.

I live in the south and I walk everywhere I go. I am not a fan of Gatorade but have on occasion chugged a jug of it on exceptionally miserable summer days when it’s 90 and mostly sunny with 80% humidity. If the Pedialyte tastes less blargh, I might just give it a try!

While I largely agree with your thoughts on her motivations as an adult, you also gotta remember that Laoghaire was a manipulative little sociopath from the start. When she was about to be whipped at Castle Leoch, it was for repeated offenses of “loose behavior” - she was obsessed with Jamie (although it’s unclear…

I have never had motion sickness - I was seasick for about half an hour once, when a squall was rocking our clipper ship a little and I’d had my first Big Girl drink the night before, but that was it. Gaming, never.

I’m going to be in Helsinki in a few months, and I was like “Hey, maybe I can pop over to St Petersburg for a few hours just to say I was in Russia.”

I get that you’re being funny, but it isn’t about washing your hands - there are a lot of religious and cultural reasons involved, and also climate: water historically has not been a widely available resource in those regions. 

I don’t think most people appreciate just how monstrous an insult that was. It’s rude to show the soles of your feet in Arab culture - the lowest part of your body, in contact with filth. You don’t even use your left hand to shake or eat, because that’s the hand you wipe with - that’s how big of a deal it is there.…

I think that’s only 50% of their fear. The other 50% is fear that minorities will treat them the same way they’ve treated minorities for all of history.

My cookie dough involves molasses beat into white sugar with melted butter poured into it, along with toasted cinnamon and ginger. You’re goddamn RIGHT I’m gonna eat some raw before it goes in the oven.

If we were talking about book-Willie and something like this had happened, I would agree, but I don’t trust the showrunners; they WOULD do something as dumb as let that cat out of the bag, especially after allowing him to recognize Jamie as Mac. Willie is oblivious, but he isn’t stupid.

Jamie had a bit to do with that nonsense too, but yeah, that particular arc suffered from smut novel levels of plot logic.

I read something somewhere that Laura Donnelly couldn’t do this season, so skipping Lallybroch seems plausible.

After he recognized Jamie as Mac, and the conversation they had on the horse, there’s no way he doesn’t know Jamie’s telling the truth - but he’s not wrong when he shouts that Jamie isn’t his father. It’s the only thing the writers did right in that mess.

So not only did I shout at the screen, I threw my glasses. What the HELL. That’s NOT how that’s supposed to happen, and it screws up some crucial events/dynamics down the line.

“I’m a piece of shit.”

I will always ask nicely. The first couple times. After that I reserve the right to get irritated.

Couple of women behind me were talking LOUDLY and at length at a Nick Cave show. Distractingly loud. I’m hearing-impaired, wearing earplugs, and I could hear everything they were saying. Twice, I turned around and asked…

I am with you on everything except the celery. Cooked celery is an abomination In My Sight. And it’ll get more than a shot of tabasco - at least a tablespoon of some nice chili garlic sauce in my own personal serving.