And I am waiting for George R.R. Martin to release the next book from A Song of Ice and Fire. I don’t know what that has to do with anything but since you were posting irrelevant things I figured I would too.

My mom got diagnosed with the exact same cancer at nearly the same time as JLD, needless to say I feel very personally invested in Julia doing well.

Oh, I wish her a restful recuperation. Chemo works, but it knocks the stuffin’ out of you.

True story: I was having gut issues in an Ironman race, and wound up falling asleep in a PortaPotty. Though sadly, this cost me time instead of winning me the race.

He’s the creepy looking one with the beard.

Is Goldie the new Celeste Talbert?

Okay, I’ll bite. What is a guy who was declared medically ineligible to play in college doing playing in the NFL?

I’m still not clear on why George and Amal Clooney are on the kinja shitlist this year (what did they do to anyone?), but frankly, as someone who used to fly long hauls constantly, I can’t imagine a more neighborly thing for people bringing a baby on a long plane ride to do than distributing noise-cancelling…

Huh. Did you see the pricing scam on the Prime Rib?

Username checks out.

Okay, the operative word in that sentence must be “good,” then. I tend to cheap out on most kitchen gear except for my pans.

The fuck? Am I the only one who can only keep that type of spatula intact for about a week before somebody melts it? Pass it down to your daughter? Please.

those spatulas are for fucking only

Drew, Drew. A lot of weird things came from the 1980s—the Space Shuttle, “Just Say No,” hair mousse and a version of MTV that had some dignity, but fondue (and tube tops, for that matter) were decidedly 1970s phenomenons.

HOLY SHIT. I looked it up and the twelve months is SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS (currently on sale for $480). So you get no discount on buying more months and the last three months are the least impressive (French, English, Italian).

Pineapple picks — sold in sets of 6, or maybe 4, so we’d better put 5 in the picture just to be safe.

The SmegMachine!

*Mother starts to open gift*
Mother: “What the hell is this?”
Me: “It’s Smeg, ma!”

Oh, I don’t know. The monogrammed glasses aren’t that bad for 11 bucks. Most glasses have a decorative element to them - the way they’re cut, etchings and writing on them, etc. An initial isnt a big deal. You want dumb monogrammed shit, try this...