In the Netflix version- did anyone else kind of freak at the guy who said that after they were told to just go get tents he said ‘we didn’t want neighbors so we started destroying, ripping, and pissing on beds in the tents around us ” or words to that effect? I found that chilling- how many of those types are out…

I guess they made it wrong.

All “stock disaster footage” isn’t stock footage to someone, someone some where was affected, where do you draw the line, the people at the Hindenburg want answers!

Canadian confirmed. Not only polite, but informative and manages a plug for the local area.

I live ~60 miles from Lac Mégantic. I was out that night and when it happened many of us in the venue got calls from local friends and family members to warn us. The smoke was visible from where we were, it was horrible. I lost some extended family, no one I really knew though.

How many years do you think it’s been since she’s slept with George Conway?

I watched 2 episodes of this show yesterday.

If you trust your dog to some stranger with an app, you hate your dog and shouldn’t own one. Fight me.

I have a 25 year old daughter and she thinks guys over 30 are creepy. She can’t be alone in this. I am of an age where I am invisible to all men except the husband. Although there is some beauty in this, I could do without the dudes who don’t seem to see me sharing the sidewalk with them, exiting the train, waiting on…

this dog!! 

Ugh. Today’s just miserable in Austin. Too late now, but I’d prefer if it were 30 and snowing instead of this 36-degree water falling from the sky.

There is no such thing as Bad Winter when you have a sheepdog.

The Disney Princess you are most like is... Eeyore.

Same.

I’m old enough to remember these. At the time (late 60s when I was a little kid) they seemed perfectly normal. Natural trees were old-fashioned and messy; aluminum and plastic were the future. I can still remember putting ours together with my dad. The branches were all color-coded so you knew where they fit into the…

My dog would lose his shit over a doorbell on the tv, and I didn’t even have one. I would tell visitors to call me when they arrived so I could go out and let them in, I didn’t want them buzzing me on the intercom and make his head explode.

My dog passed away two years ago at 14 and still lost her shit every time she heard the doorbell. 

Growing up, my dog lost her shit every week while my parents watched Murphy Brown, because she thought the ding of the elevator in the newsroom was our doorbell. My current dogs lose their shit on the regular— the 13 year old is mostly deaf now, which has cut down on the spontaneous barking at every little outside…

In my adulthood I have tried to keep fresh toothbrushes around the house in case of unexpected overnight visitors -- just a nice thing to offer. Now I’m thinking I haven’t been going far enough.