Yeah exactly. It’s fun seeing what they think of. I also really loved the Great British Baking Show — challenges are timed but for 2/3, the contestants can practice ahead of time. I feel like I learned a lot from that one :P

Huh, interesting. I’ve never really watched Top Chef (Chopped is my poison of choice most of the time) — I’ll have to try to find it!

Wait, that is a thing? That sounds amazing!

I’ve always wondered whether in shows like this, the food really is delicious or if it’s just one big lie (especially with something like Chopped, where the people get about two seconds to make ice cream). Either you’ve confirmed that it really is, or they’ve paid you to continue the lie :P

I’ve heard it as “mix” — I think there’s another way to pronounce it, but I can’t remember it.

*People can be wrong without being awful about it

I was just cutting squash on a mandolin and every single stroke was me reminding myself not to dismember myself. D:

I think she looks great. Except for the whole being-at-a-Trump-rally part of it.

Thank you, I can never remember the damn name because that’s not what a damn rebus is! This is a rebus:

Good luck! If you have a book of NYT crosswords, stick with the Mondays first — there aren’t any tricks and you can get the hang of the whole shebang before moving on. :D

It only happens on certain puzzles, not all of them! But it’s not always clear when... >.>

I think that the Thursday one tends to be particularly tricky — it’s the one with the most weird things going on in it (two letters in one square, numbers instead of letters in some places, etc).

Yo, good job! I’ve never been able to jump to the Wednesday-Thursday gap comfortably. Good luck!

How did you EVER get that?? I bow to your interpretive genius.

Read that as grade 11 and was VERY concerned. Ha! :P

I HATE DOING THIS WITH MY FAMILY. It’s just my parents and me and I have to try SO HARD not to ugly cry so I just end up looking cold and urpggghhhhhh.

I’m one of those “cry all the time” types, but I think the most embarrassing one was pretty private — it was just so ridiculous.

I was sick the day before my marathon and I wanted to make sure I kept warm at night, just to make sure that I didn’t make myself worse by letting my bf steal the covers. I considered socks briefly, but I managed about five minutes under the covers in them before kicking them off. Too weird.

But it’s so much easier to think about the levity in the situation than give into existential dread and the realization that we, or our loved ones, can die at any second.

This took me a surprisingly long time to learn. Sometimes it’s a statistical fluke. Most of the time, it’s poop.