I'd hardly call it dating, but where were you circa 1992-93?

Well, he and I were in the same general circle of friends — his friend "The Big Ragu" was dating/fucking at least one of my best friends (probably three) at the time, so we were often in social situations. Awkward social situations that got a lot more comfortable with booze. We could not have been more different…

The one we called "Lib Lad," an Ayn Rand acolyte, in the mid-90s. Total hate fuck. We shared a cigarette afterwards and swore never to speak of it again. I understand he won a Pulitzer at some point much later on.

Surbiton? The only positive connotation the place has for me is The Good Life.

I don't know the exact process, but it's infused in butter or coconut oil for vegan chocolates. I do know it involves a lot of premium shake. Be prepared to dose test your goodies, because even with the most attention to ensuring everything is thoroughly blended, dosing can be all over the place when you're starting…

We have discussed Colorado, but alas, I think we have been cosseted by too many SoCal winters to consider relocating where there's, like, snow and shit. :-/

Purely for medicinal purposes, of course. I would take them for the condition called "Wednesday Nightitis."

He's working now on how to make medicated Pocky.

My beloved Mr U is a trained chocolatier, and makes what are quite possibly the most amazing medicated chocolates, from beans he roasts himself. There is no — and I mean NO — taste of cannabis in these edibles, and everyone who samples them has pressed him to leave his job to take this up full-time. Instead of tasting…

My beloved and I are firmly of the opinion that "B" is for "Best" when it comes to KBBQ restaurants in Los Angeles.

If she's seen to be a public person, however (Lex_Discipulus does a great explanation below of how one might be a public person for the purposes of this particular issue), standard of proof is clear and convincing evidence, which is higher than preponderance of the evidence but still lower than a criminal standard of…

Coincidentally, I was telling my best story about Ouija boards last night.

I always wear my tiara during my torts study sessions! It helps my brain think bigger.

It is 3:59 pm PST. Do I know where my boyfriend is? Yes, he is sitting in his underwear playing the WoWs while we continue to have the same conversation we have been having since 12:35 pm:

Same here, but for ten years starting just before the crash in 1929. My great-grandmother and her new husband wanted to kick up their Jazz Age heels, and three kids got in the way. Still amazed this happened in my family.

I always sleep with the radio (or now, usually podcasts) playing, a holdover from when I was a little girl who couldn't sleep without being read to. One night I woke up to a discussion on the radio about a man who heard scratching outside his window at night. When he went to see what it was, he saw a half-size person…

Yes, I recognised this and apologised for the mistake already, which I attributed to poor levels of caffeination and being an Old.

I clearly need more caffeine, and reading specs. Understood.

Errrr, but that's not what you said. First you said, "A dead body is just a rotting meat sack." What you now claim you meant was "My dead body is just a rotting meat sack." Which one is it?

I live about a mile or two from you, towards Culver City. I may have just pooped myself.