your version of the Six Dollar Man?

There were no freezers in Freetown—all the ice was cut from the river in the wintertime and stored in the icehouse, another community project—and the only form of refrigeration was a wooden box submerged in a nearby stream. Everything else had to be carefully preserved and stored. Food was closely tied to the seasons:…

What bothers me most about headline-grabbing food science is how the writers expand upon a narrowly-studied premise into the vast extremes well beyond what the scientific application claimed. Basically, the problem with nutrition science is we want a free pass to eat and drink more of the stuff we shouldn’t, and…

waffle ALL THE THINGS!

It really got the concept of peer pressure and societal structure of a HS, and the ending is just so down and perfect.

as someone of mostly Eastern European descent, anyone who doesn’t like cabbage automatically gets the maloik.  

It’s an app for making and publishing short videos.  If it’s like previous ones it’s little more than kids who are wannabe “influencers” doing stupid shit. 

obviously Sunny paid attention in class.

I’ve been trapped inside my house with my adolescent sons for 20 days now, and things are starting to get... strange.

I was going to say, is there anything they’ve done which hasn’t been grotesque?

do they still have the “random crap” section on the floor?  You know, “huh, we received a pallet of air compressors this morning, so just chuck ‘em over by the freezers.”

IMO they’re movies for obese middle age nobodies who wish their teenage years were like that.

There’s a saying about the person who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Why are filmmakers so obsessed with teenagers? Do people cling to those years because that’s the last time in their lives they felt important or something?

Oh no! What will douchebags do now?

Good for you. So fucking what?

now I’m going to have a dream about being part of the Algonquin Round Table with Teddy Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, and Art Buchwald. Just a neverending stream of bon mots.

Several pedantic editor types have been appearing on my Twitter feed lately to remind me that this period is not a quarantine, not technically

grazie.