I can tell you what I’ve found preferable to all that excercise when trying to lose weight: Eating less.

Oh, you can't stop the story there!

I tried really hard to like Laurie Anderson because I became enamoured with the infamous “jukebox scene” from Wong Kar Wai’s Fallen Angels.

That’s what’s causing the injuries? I would have thought the bigger danger was the pan falling apart while lifting it off the stove after the rivets fell out; not the rivets blasting off at just the right time and trajectory to be hitting the cook!

Neil Gaiman had a fan ask him once what was taking GRRM so damned long with the next book:

In a nutshell? I wrote a story that went through about nine drafts over the course of seven months. It took up ALL my headspace. I read tons of books on writing craft. In the end I finished, but could not make my plot arc match my character arc. One day I might return to the story and fix it. I really hope I can. But…

Failed writer here.

I hope he became enough of a human being that he regrets his behavior and has to live with the memory of how bad he was.

Bingo.

Looks like fun times! Thanks for sharing those!

It's absolutely delicious, but you don't get much for your money. Beef is still a better value.

Oblate pig spheroid would be more accurate.

Yeah, but my question for you is: Do you speak jive?

Noam Chomsky has a cogent take on politics that I always appreciate. He comments on the whole Donald Trump fandango in illuminating, albeit general terms here:

It really does go to show that truth is stranger than fiction.

Siriesena said in a later statement:

This hat makes it so easy to picture you with the the skater dudes you hung with at 19.

I say this as an experienced social worker: if he ever crosses the line into physical abuse, you should end it. Once a guy crosses that line, it's always easier to cross again. Don't let him pare your boundaries down until he feels comfortable with escalating the abuse.

It's great when the right people find eachother! Congrats!

That second one is perfect. Deliver it like a chill Pollyanna, and you'll get no grief, but all the gravy.