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Price is very right, but the quality is always a crap-shoot. I know at which McD’s I can get a biscuit that is soft and buttery and perfect, and I also know where I might get a biscuit made yesterday - dry, almost crunchy, and just sad. I’d also love to have seen them develop some kind of honey-butter spread/sauce for

So much YES to the corndogs from Little Red Wagon! Those might be my favorite food. Like, on the planet. And those skewers at Bengal BBQ were a boon on our last trip there.

Wait, now I’m confused - are we talking about fried chicken at the Plaza Inn’s buffet, or the whole meal at Carnation Cafe? They are right next to each other, and Carnation’s fried chicken is on my “wish-list” for our trip this summer (along with a lobster roll from Harbor Galley).

EDIT: I just looked up the Plaza Inn

I will stump for CarsLand at any opportunity. It actually makes the movies better...

The Pineapple Lanai at the Polynesian has my favorite variation (at least so far - I haven’t been to the Tropical Hideaway yet): the vanilla swirl. The vanilla actually cuts the sweetness of the pineapple in a really great way.

And at Disneyland Resort, the original and rum-soaked variations are now sold at Trader

Flo’s V-8 Diner in CarsLand (in DCA) has the fried chicken meal too. Get an outside table, and you can enjoy your meal by literally watching the Cars go by.

In the most perfect example of irony I know, Farenheit 451 is indeed on a number of banned books lists every year.

Seriously, how many families in Illinois, Kentucky, Missouri, Oklahoma, etc... have a family legend about such-and-such great-grandparent who was part or full Native American? I’ve been told of at least three in my family tree, but without a shred of actual documentation. And no way am I sending a private company my

The now-defunct GameTap service had the sequels to that game. They were released episodically, with all of them telling one really funny story. If memory serves, they saved the world from a demon by ceding the US to Canada...

A lot of it probably was. I’ve fortunately never been in that position, but the salt water is supposed to allow for better buoyancy, so if you spread your arms and legs out, and let yourself float, that 11 hours is completely possible (if terrifying and exhausting). I’d be curious to know what kind of PFD the guy was

You didn’t waste ANY money. You aren’t actually buying cookies, you are donating to a Troop. Your cash translates into funds those girls can use for things like STEM courses, and trips to cool places.

I think I still have most of a bottle of Laphroaig 10-yr in my cabinet. I found the smokiness too overwhelming for my tastes (which is leaning heavily Irish lately), but I might dig it back out to try it with this combo...

Mrs. Copperpot and I indulged our daughter shamelessly in this arena. Her first doll was Elizabeth (Felicity’s English friend from just before the Revolution), and received Felicity a year later. In the long-ago days when my children consented to let me read to them, my daughter and I went through a ton of those

I can’t even get my head around how arrogant and repugnant you must be to sue the parents of the young man you murdered. For, like, anything. But then I took another look at the name of his lawyer, and realized I’d seen it somewhere before:

The Razor Crest actually kinda looks like a VW Microbus even.

Thank you. That makes perfect sense, and I’m glad they listened to him, then.

I feel like I need more context here. Were Favreau and Filoni trying to hide the puppet from Vanity Fair and other press/photographers to keep it a secret? I mean, ‘Coward’ is a really strong word to me, but maybe Herr Herzog just tosses that off whenever?

The latest entry in the millennia-old line of snake oils... 

Why even use a ship? Just strap a hyperdrive onto an asteroid and point it at the target. Take that a step further, and you can install one in an actual small moon and now you don’t even need the financial boondoggle of the Death Star. No crew, no finicky khyber-dependent superlaser, just pure mass colliding with a