A Funyun, dipped in homemade onion dip, with a green olive on top. I don't often eat it due to pretending I have self-respect, but some days I give up the charade.

Ohhh, Totino's Sausage pizza.

Valid, for sure. It isn't the same as people constantly demanding the next move in your personal life: dating - when will you get married; married - when will you have a kid; kid - when will you have another; 4th kid - holy balls, don't you know what birth control is?

I appreciate the mention of the 90s coolness confusion, and the shaky ground it provided for an adolescent. I love this tshirt from the concert I just paid money and sweat and tears to get to, but damned if I'll wear it to school! That might make a solid statement about something I love, and I'll be NAKED!!! Oh,…

I have not been able to drum up the courage to read that yet. Maybe I will today. The loss of Leonard Cohen shut the door on some day dreams that I was surprised to find I actually hoped I could make happen some day (eating a sandwich with him at a table, for instance). The upshot is that I'm making efforts to…

It was beautiful. I rewatched just that scene a few times. We've all been there - bacon, smokes, or pulling up the AV Club at work…AGAIN…after you swore you wouldn't.

I felt the same about most of the storyline, except the scene shot in the back of the Uber car after Francesca gets out at the hotel. I thought that was brilliantly done, and Aziz Ansari managed to get the scope of all of those feelings across in one long, silent scene.

I quickly tracked down a family member with a working color printer. Watch out, neighbors…I'm a sheeple armed with Spiceys on pikes!

Same reason I crochet. I wish my hands would cooperate better for knitting. It's so pretty.

I was entirely interested and impressed the first time I sat with my then 10-year-old's friends who were trying it. Funny how quickly things can change.

GAHDAMMIT. Just talking about it makes me punchy. Making it land flat is the goal for some. Many little turds fill the bottle up most of the way because it makes more noise when it smacks the table.

I salute your technique.

Maybe, but NOT worse, or even comparable to bottle flipping.

Was about to offer a similar perspective, though less helpful. This article reads like one from my local newspaper. We have a pissed off, septuagenarian shut-in that someone gave an op-ed column to. His articles sound just like this.

KILL IT!!!

You're thinking of a Cosby episode. They ordered the makeup by mistake due to a typo causing this prequel to be about Syrupius Black.

Alan Rickman was my first thought, too. It stings.

Now what will they do with all that pancake makeup they ordered for Gary Oldman?

I don't disagree, but where would we all hang out if we didn't come here all the time to throw out self-righteous, barely informed, musical judgment? And fart jokes, but mostly judgment.

Maybe it's a case of old ears, but she regularly hits a pitch that grates for me. Ditto love for Rolling in the Deep, though. And Send My Love, because, no, I don't think adding sy-heh-llables to a word is cheating.