I got Firefly cancelled. I watched it originally, but they aired it out of order so I was all confused, and I stopped tuning in. I’m sorry.

The meat is here for you. Come back, baby. It’s ok. Bacon knows you didn’t mean it. We all have stuff to work out. The fried chicken is all crisped up waiting for you. And baby... the ribeye. Medium rare. Butter basted.

exactly. besides, everyone knows the LEFT ear is cool. Right ear is gay.

I can’t believe people like this. Saw it at the dealer a few weeks ago. Hot garbage. Weird go-fast fins and protuberances all over the back end and the WORST in terms of space compared to comparable hatches and small crossovers.

It was NEVER a ‘side gig’, just like AirBnB was never about renting your apartment when you go on vacation. They were each end runs around labor, zoning, and development regulation disguised as a way for people to add a maginal side gig. There would have been easy ways for them to prevent the careerization of them,…

It’s my goto technique for sugar/shortbread cookies if I want to sheet and cut them...

DING! Correct answer. We also would have accepted plastic wrap, parchment paper, or waxed paper.

I detect no lies here.

I’m pretty sure you messed up the order. Surely it’s cooked it, smoked a bowl, eaten it, and left the dishes in the sink for tomorrow.

I.... uh.

Even as a frequent TJ shopper, I never even KNEW about this stuff until that column where some woman with a mushroom allergy wrote in to say her inlaws were trying to kill her with it.

If there is not a @BedBugStephens Twitter account in the next 24 hours, I shall be very disappointed.

> Rude!

If you have to ask, this might not be your blog...

I think one of the worrying things is there’s mention of going after journalists’ family members, which is (and should be) profoundly sobering. Kids, parents, siblings, spouses and in-laws aren’t public people. Politicians (rightly) get incensed when minor children (remember the Bush girls?) get dragged for acting…

Your own cynicism is noted.

This is manifestly true, but thankfully the folks I hang with have a hate-on for IPAs and I don’t drink at all, so I’m never surrounded by those sorts of people.

I’m so glad I live in california where this is acceptable behavior. The only person I ever personally knew who *hated* sandals was a native New Yorker who couldn’t get over anyone having open feet in the NYC subway.

eating at california pizza kitchen is a dealbreaker.

You’d be surprised... It *was* like that for AGES. Because the only ones who WOULD admit to smoking it in polite company were the overenthusiastic college dead-heads with baja pullovers and white-kid dreads.