When I was UVA for grad school there was a shit storm (clearly not a big enough one!) about how lying or stealing a pencil could get you kicked out for honor code violations, but not sexual assault. It's the Good Ol' Southern code right there. I was HAPPY HAPPY to get away from that culture.

More access would mean that women could drink at parties run by women at houses where women live, not just men, which makes it a bit harder to set up as a rape factory than if the only place underage girls can drink is fraternities that let underage girls drink.

I'm so sorry that happened to you. Terrible terrible the toll victim shaming takes.

Or someone is testing the boundaries to see what they can get away with. If they don't get called on it, some will progress in their harassment.

"It's a toaster!" (Vivian from The Young Ones)

I had a Golden for a while (took him for a year for a friend) who once at an entire giant batch of saag paneer I had made—and I have never seen a beast as happy as he was the rest of the day. GRINNING!

I feel like if you had the ping pong ball thing on video there's a market for that somewhere online...

Perhaps—but also, some dogs just eat like that. I think we clearly need to see more videos so we can have some science up in here. There could be a whole bracket/March madness type thing.

Like the Bumpass (sp?) dogs in A Christmas Story!

WOW! That is some horrifying eating of stuff! Good luck?

Great—-now I want cookie batter, sushi, *and* a chocolate calculator!

Sorry to tell you this now—it was actually me who ate that bowl of raw sugar cookie batter. Sorry. Cookie batter is irresistible.

Amen! If I still had some, I'd pour Ferretone on the ground for them. Such awesome critters.

Thanks! I couldn't think of a name—and then a friend pointed out how funny it would be to be constantly telling her "No, Senator, those aren't your pants" or "Senator, stay away from that drink!" Technically her full name was Senator Fyee (which she typed on my keyboard) but "The Senator" is much funnier.

Intense—or asleep. Only two speeds.

I recommend a pair—partly as they are very social, and partly because they sleep in a mass of furry cuddles and it melts the heart. My two both made it to 8 before dying. RIP The Senator and Gibby.

wow—I thought my k-9 gym teacher had retired, but this sounds just like him. Dude used to out kids in trash cans and sit on the lid, encourage students to hit other students, and on field trips wouldn't feed the soccer team because "only pussies play soccer." He also married (and divorced) three kindergarten teachers…

libraries give us books for free, so money doesn't need to be part of it. I listen to a lot of books too.

That is awesome. Totally, totally, awesome.

If your granny is in hell (doubtful), she's with aaaaaaaaaal the awesome people, and I hope to meet her when I die.