It's no Jon Voight's LeBaron, but it'll do.

In any of those cases, I feel sorry for the train engineer. For all he knows, the kid's dead and despite not having any way to avoid him, has to live with that.

Bingo. I have a lot of friends who I describe as being a bit "granola". They're always worrying about GMOs, eating organic, posting about roundup in breast milk etc. None of them have any sort of science background and just don't get that there's no reason to be overly concerned about much of that. One had posted…

It's only dog food if it isn't treated. A dog's gut isn't nearly as vulnerable to bacterial contamination as a human's. Untreated, this stuff isn't safe for humans, but fine for a dog. With treatment, it becomes safe for humans. Actually, I assume that may be true for all dog foods.

Yes, I suppose it's removable in the same way that Superman can remove a car door. He can bash it back and forth enough that it breaks off, but that's not how it's designed to be used.

A nice idea if we could convince everyone to pack together in densely populated cities. The metro area for San Francisco and my city are almost exactly the same at 3,500 sq.miles (per wikipedia), but the population density for me is 10 times smaller. That's either a lot of empty busses running around, or those busses…

A few years ago I decided to switch from regular to diet sodas. It's kind of just math. If you cut out 400+ calories a day, it's going to make a positive difference.

Really nice technique, keeping her toes pointed the whole time and I don't think a heel ever touched the ground. That last squeaking to a stop sounded like it might have hurt though.

I'm going to have to agree with kungfu2day in one respect. I can't help thinking if I'd got a tattoo in my 20s, I'd hate it today. It would have been some rock band logo or something, like Blue Oyster Cult's upside down question mark. I know that, because I put that logo on everything back then and thought it was…

Being from out here in Jesusland, I had to google Sea Org to see what the hell you were talking about. That's a much better look than the long hair, prairie dresses, and white bonnets we have around here.

Oh, how I hope this law also applies to private religious schools. I want some kid to be able to draw Baphomet in the corner of all his catholic school homework without repercussion.

I suppose my father was nearly there with your grandfather. He was in a unit that was due to be sent to that area just before the battle, but as everyone else was prepping to go, he was called out and sent to engineering school. He tells his story of WWII and gets teary recalling multiple occasions of good fortune…

I grew up with ham and government cheese sandwiches in my lunchbox. We had these great big, like 4x4x12" blocks of it that came in a brown cardboard wrapper as I recall.

"reliable, responsive and focused on you" OK. I may as well not even try. When my beagle doesn't want to do something, nothing short of a treat will convince him. Shouting "come" does nothing. Shouting "treat" will cause him to look up and see if I actually have one. If not, he ain't coming.

The colorizations of Audrey Hepburn and Louis Armstrong are so good! I'm wondering about the accuracy of the golden gate bridge though? Is the color we see today, the same as when built? I guess I'm not sure if the red color is a paint or a patina having never seen it up close.

License the technology of The Clapper. Very few people applaud as they flee a fire in panic.

I've ordered replacement inkjet cartridges for an old printer and received legitimate ones, but their expiration date was 3 years old. They had leaked in their wrappers and the ink was gooey. Now I ask about expiration dates and almost always hear back "they're expired but that shouldn't be a problem." Yeah, no.

Pretty accurate in my case. It shows home to work within a 20 minute drive at 5pm, which is dead on. I used Chrome's "inspect element" feature to bump up the time period beyond 10 minutes and it worked.

My mom begged me to go to camp, but I wasn't biting. I don't shit in the woods. What am I, a bear? Then she discovered computer camp at a local university and my 10 year old nerd self couldn't wait to go. Got an early taste of all you can eat college cafeteria cheeseburgers and dorm life.