Or pees on it. Puppies take a lot of work to train (never again, I always say, and then I end up rescuing yet another puppy...) and you kind of have to do it yourself, you can’t freelance it out. The training experience becomes part of the bonding experience. If they get a trainer to work with the dog and they don’t…

Do you know how small Lafayette Square Park is? They couldn’t have held my high school graduation there, even if they excluded all family and friends from attending.

Did you know that Peter Ostrum, who played Charlie, is now a veterinarian in upstate New York? He should have joined the 2020 Democratic candidates. Much more plausible than Tim Ryan. Although for all I know he’s a MAGAt at this point, but I would hope not.

Speaking of olds, I always get Slim Pickens confused with Slim Whitman. Ads for his records were ubiquitous in the 1970s, especially on independent TV stations during reruns of stuff that originally ran in the 1950s and 1960s.

I stopped asking the “where did you go to college” question a long time ago, because it’s like asking “What do you do for a living?” I only ask if it’s someone fairly young I meet and they describe a particularly funny and/or bizarre personal story. One person once told me they had a work-study job that involved…

Maybe they could use this image (Warhol, 1985)

From the Daily Mail (emphasis mine):

I have lots of siblings and from them lots of nieces and nephews. Most of them went through a nudism stage. The nudity wasn’t a problem per se; it was the removal of the diapers that caused panic among their parents, because they could let loose at any moment.

According to the linked article and one I read elsewhere (yes, I’ve read about this twice) about 400 people live within the confines of the “Windsor Estate.” They are: the Royals themselves, those who have “grace and favour” set-ups (meaning you’re in good with the Royals and they threw a house or apartment your way),…

I have an irrational dislike (your dislike of the congregants is completely rational, don’t get me wrong) of some of my husband’s acquaintances. He feels the same toward some of mine, so we’re even.

Mine is related to yours but in a very lame way: I’d like to learn how to drive again. I used to love driving, I used to drive all the time. When I first got to New York back when LaGuardia was Mayor (not really but it feels like it) whenever I had to go anywhere I’d check out flights, Amtrak, and rental cars, and…

It is that rare thing: tragedy and farce simultaneously. 

What a bizarre non-profit. The health field is one of the few where we (the US) needs more people, not fewer. If anyone working for an abortion clinic had any desire to pursue something else they’d probably have several offers pretty quickly.

I object to capital punishment on moral grounds but also because I don’t believe there is an afterlife.* Once someone’s life is extinguished that’s it. Far worse to be condemned to years of lifetime imprisonment, subsisting on substandard prison food, no company except your thoughts and memories and your fellow…

I was more interested in the yacht circling menacingly below Bloom in the second picture. I think there’s a James Bond movie where the villain...never mind. It’s early, not enough coffee yet.

Did what you read mention that she had language difficulties? I seem to remember reading that one of the things that isolated her was that she spoke German and had a hard time learning French, if she ever did. Or I could totally be making this up and I’m thinking of someone else.

If they’re not sacrificing the snakes they are probably handling them.

One of the things I love about old L&O repeats is that they’re like up and down escalators for the guest stars. “Oh my God, X did a L&O episode? Well, I guess the bills have to be paid somehow” (down) and “I didn’t know Y did a L&O episode! Look how young they look!” (up).

I thought Jane Lynch was going to be identified as Tina Brown, Talk Magazine Era. I got all excited. I’m not the only one who remembers! But alas, I probably am the only one left who remembers.