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Star Trek landscape and costumes, 2001 corridor, Barbarella breasts, Flash Gordon/Forbidden Planet robots...this thing is really borrowing from everywhere.

The most disappointing thing about this article was the lack of clues about the Yellow King.

I for one shall never forget. Because I have this action figure.

I had to deal with a lot of family asking why x, y, and z weren't also invited. I finally was like GUY I would invite everyone if I had unlimited funds, but I'm KIND OF PAYING FOR THIS MYSELF and holding it at my in-laws' property. We can't have a 500 person reception. I'm not leaving people to be an asshole...

I hope restaurants follow this. I never knew how horrible Celiac disease was until a co-worker came in one Monday saying he was kinda sick from eating a lot at a restaurant with a supposedly gluten free menu. As he said, "it's not a big deal, though, just some intestinal bleeding. That's normal." THAT'S NORMAL, for

You have my condolences on the cystic acne. No one who has ever not battled acne, or even those have battled *normal* adult acne, will ever understand how PAINFUL and AWFUL it is.

If you're reading this, and you've never had it, let me tell you: it feels like someone surgically inserted a dry pea deep under my skin

Free your mind, and your ass will follow.

Noooooo. And I say that as someone who really, really loves vinegar. I've joked that I could drink it. And still....nooooooo.

place where you need to explicitly ask for french fries NOT to be on your salad (Editor's Note: Goddamit, Pittsburgh, you're embarrassing yourself)

They're delicious and you should try it. Traditional Pittsburgh steak salads are fucking amazing. And a lot of the time the fries are steak fries so they're not that crispy.

The restaurant, I should explain, was an old American restaurant situation in downtown Pittsburgh — a place where you need to explicitly ask for french fries NOT to be on your salad (Editor's Note: Goddamit, Pittsburgh, you're embarrassing yourself).

Yeah moderate left hemi-spastic CPer here. I can't use a knife/fork to cut my food. Left hand for all intents and purposes is useless. My husband has to cut my food for me if I order a steak or something at a restaurant, but at home I use something called a "knork" which allows me to cut/eat one handed and it's

My boyfriend doesn't smack, but he eats crunchy foods like chips so loudly that I have to leave the room until he's done, or I will go into a Hulk rage. Misophonia life!

I get a lot of shit because I can't eat with both hands. So i cut my food then I put my knife down and swap my fork to my right hand. I have a reasonable amount of weakness down my whole left side including having the dexterity of a 5 year old in my left hand and not being able to smile on the left side of my face.

I have to take a deep breath before a meal with my husband. He smacks when he eats. It drives me fucking crazy. I can only express it on here.

I had two broken arms when I was 14 and my mom had to cut up all my food for me for a couple months. I refused to be fed by her so it was really just a messy experience for all. But I was always mortified when she had to do this for me in public. A little girl asked her mom why my mom was cutting up my food for me and

Mine is loud eating. I go nuts. How hard is it to close your stupid mouth when you eat?

god yes. And maybe a pack of free pads or tampons...i had an 8 week period after it was inserted.

the IUD pain thing is the reason I will not get an IUD—I know there the most effective form of birth control, but I try to avoid pain/nausea at all costs. Whenever I see people commenting "why don't more women in the US use IUDs?" here, I always think of the insertion process.