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Would he be the first MacPEGOT?

The woman found in the laundry room was in Adelphi, Maryland, not Washington. Sadly know this as it was local news.

I cannot look at the photo of this guy without thinking he’s actually an enormous pug dog in a robe and glasses.

Nope. You wrote he dropped Hamilton tickets about ten times. One mention of tickets from him. He didn’t offer Paul Ryan tickets - he offered to perform it for him. That’s all. Not a big issue, but 10x vs 1x is pretty different.

Thanks so much for your reply. I appreciate seeing the other side from my “commuter sing-along” bubble world.

He’s writing songs for other films, including one for an upcoming Disney animated film. I’m curious, since you called him a hack — are you a composer/musician yourself? I ask because my appreciation of the Hamilton cast recording is simply as a groundling listener. I dig it myself, and I’m afraid my finances and

That’s hyper-hyperbole. Miranda himself mentioned Hamilton tickets once, and that was in a clip from his visit to Capitol Hill the day after the show’s cast was at the White House. In his rap, he did offer to perform Hamilton for Paul Ryan if it would help.

I described it to a friend as a sea of relentless hopelessness. I stopped watching two seasons ago because it was depressing the hell out of me.

“Hail Satan!” just made me snort Coke Zero up my nose. I blame you. 11 *is* better than 10 was, by a mile. I’m still pissed about the death of Death, though.

In the DC area, it’s likely to get stupidly dangerous on the roads very quickly, and the request has gone out for people to stay off the roads. I imagine 99.9% of our likely delivery joints will be closed in the next few hours. While - as a native of Jersey who knows a decent pie - I am ashamed to say this, I ordered

The Who were supposed to play their “The Who at 50" tour date in DC on my 50th birthday back on November 1st. I hope Roger’s health has improved a lot, and that the tour happens. It seems like death is hungry for icons right now. :(

I had just finished 5th grade when Star Wars came out in 1977. My brother took me on opening night, and I fell in love. Saw the movie 27 times that summer, and it made me realize it was okay to be a geek girl kid. I wrote to Harrison Ford that summer (and my mom kept a copy of my letter) and in asking for an

I used to run into Diane Rehm in the tiny lobby outside the studios at WAMU when I did commentary for Metro Connection. She was always so nice to me, a total stranger, asking about the pieces I wrote and being very encouraging about my efforts.

Morskoi Boi! I loved that damn game. I would play it anywhere I found a working machine during my years living in Mother Russia (the same way I was about Tempest back in the 80s). But yuck to the communal drink machines — I used to call the “tuberculosis boxes” when I’d see them on the street in Moscow with that gross

Eat me, Tantaros. In the afterlife, my mom, a member of the Women Airforce Service Pilots of WWII, and her fellow veterans who struggled with sexism and bigotry and sometimes outright sabotage on the job SEVENTY years ago will be waiting to kick your ass. Sick of crap like this.

I discovered that the admin coordinator in my office (a woman in her 60s) is obsessed with SyFy movies and has a near encyclopedic knowledge of them. I say good for her for embracing her love and letting that freak flag fly, but holy crap — those films make Lifetime movies look like Sundance winners.

Wow, the United We Will Win poster seems very progressive, in a design sense. More 1950s/1960s in feel than the others.

When I lived in Moscow, I had the opportunity to buy a stack of gorgeous Soviet WWII posters in pristine condition. An elderly woman and her son had found them squirreled away in their family's

Electric Supernatural Boogaloo.

Oh, pooh, no! Honey, I'm a real comedian - the Amy Polar of ursine punnery.

All that hyperbole gives me... wait for it... paws. I know, that pun was simply... grizzly.