It's really gratifying to me, both as an '80s kid and as someone who really hates seeing perfectly lovely buildings/trees/civic areas ripped out for "progress," that so very many of these locations are the same. Also, I love that so many of these locations look like nature has come roaring back; not the overgrown look…

Love those theaters. Also, I do a lot of matinees at first run theaters. If you're willing to go in the afternoon, ticket prices are like $5 almost everywhere. EDIT: looking downstream, I see people paying $15 for matinees. YIKES. I'm luckier than I know.

Nah. I have a certain comfort level with fried dough and dairy products, even if the dairy in question has been heated to supernova temperatures.

I've had deep fried butter balls. They are basically donut holes with a pocket of liquid napalm inside.

No testes here, sorry.

That's not what "slut-shaming" means. It means "don't use the term 'sluts'," not "don't call these sluts 'sluts'."

Thanks for the answers! I suppose that does make sense.

This is probably a dumb question but what the hell does the Dept. of Agriculture have to do with inspecting rides?

I'm with you. When she mentioned evacuating rides, the idea of having to unharness myself and climb down 223 feet worth of metal stairs stopped me reading any further for a few seconds. I'm still feeling a little vertigo.

The first one you mention .. isn't that Jean Kasem, Casey's wife? … ah, never mind, somebody else said it.

I remember that now!

Seems early for that, too.

Where is the Gardening Thread? Have I missed it?

The Witches of Eastwick, about 100 pages in. Good stuff so far, I'm really enjoying the witches themselves. I really didn't like the movie.

Horrorstor is really enjoyable. Loved the back and forth between the journals of the prison warden and the logs of the store manager, among other things.

Not to her face.

At this point, if they just pop the Night Flight logo on top of the page, I'm guaranteed to click.

You're the only other person I've heard say something like that. I had my first bout of depression in 1986 (before I even really knew what the hell was going on with me) and it dragged on for months. Then MTV started playing Monkees episodes after the marathon had been so popular and they were the only thing in months…

Amen.

Stop saying "whee," nobody says "whee!"