So, both you and your wife have lived in a Bowling Green, in completely different states? That’s like the opening to a romantic comedy.

Kellyanne may be fondly remembering her time in Bowling Green—before the massacre.

My eyes snagged on that, too. WTF?!

To be fair, from my perspective, the “mythos” episodes have always been the weaker ones compared to the random, sometimes delightful (sometimes terrible) monster-of-the-week ones. And, though we may have held out hope that Carter would have become a better writer in the intervening years, or at least consulted with…

I’ve seen others quote a particularly amusing troll and mock ‘em, without ever pulling them out of the grays.

I disagree. Wile E. Coyote worked hard; he was focused and driven. He didn’t blame others for his failures (even when it was abundantly clear the fault was his shoddy equipment). He was demonstrably literate.

Oh, “dot matrix” takes me back. The green bar paper I liberated from the VAX lab was where a lot of my early drawing and writing ended up. Mostly, I remember the paper and the noise. Why was early tech so damn loud? Dot matrix printers sounded like the Industrial Revolution in a can, modems screeched like…

It’s nice to be appreciated. :) Since we know those “prep the apocalypse: freeze dried buckets-o-‘food’” are a scam, I figure all we’ve got to keep us going is our dark sense of humor and a keen appreciation for the absurd.*

It’s nice to be appreciated. As both a writer and someone who once was locked in a small room with a handful of double-Es for a few years, it all came together for me.

It really is turtles all the way down...

I’m in the new 18th. Crud. Now I have to actually care about how they figure out who is running where. As if the 2+ months solid of anti-Lamb ads weren’t painful enough. (Though, the vast majority of them repeated his name endlessly without mentioning his opponent’s name; I kinda hoped “name recognition” would work…

Allow me to suggest an upcoming opportunity.

True, true. But when I’m visiting, on Saturdays, I get to control all the lights (at least until I’m told to settle down). Probably for the best no one’s let me play with the thermostat or the weather machine.

*squints*

Poppycock. From the Dutch, pappekak, pap “soft” + kak “dung”.

You beat me to asking what the relevant ICD-10 codes might be. I might have to look tomorrow at work. Last time I was scrolling through the list, my eye caught on this great little cluster, A81, Atypical virus infections of the central nervous system:

It’s amazingly stupid, but not unique.

I heartily agree. The guilt is terrible and completely illogical. I struggle, too. Try focusing on all the other things you can pick up as soon as you’re brave enough to ditch the thing you’re not enjoying. Good luck!

What kinda dog?!? Can I pet the dog?

I haven’t been to Disneyland, no, but I have been under Disneyworld and can run the sprinkler system. (Technically haven’t been to the park.) That’s some next-level nerd, but apt; I was dabbling in hydraulic engineering.