Um, but Jon Hamm is the famous owner of the hammaconda, and Donald is the infamous owner of smallish hands.

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today

She writes about Kellyanne Conway private messaging her a tweet from Keith Olbermann — Katy’s ex, as you mention — and Tur wasn’t sure if Kellyanne was trying to conflate her relationship with KO to KA’s relation t0 Trump, or trying to imply that she slept her way into her job.

Funny they were so concerned they went out to buy books to stop the number one, then when it didn’t work it’s “fake news”. So if its fake then why did you bother? Want to bet that someone on Orange’s staff cooked up this idea and pushed it on the sheep.

To be so illiterate that you can’t even handle a correct book title.

Nice reference. :)

She’s a poet. It reads/sounds like her poetry.

My guess is that everyone knows exactly what she meant — that she was speaking for herself — but just found an excuse to talk about their experience, and make it personal. They really just wanted to talk about their hellish experience.

Menzies did a fantastic job as usual. He’s able to separate the two characters, but while arguing with Claire, I could see Black Jack in Frank’s eyes. He even has the smirk and the habit of setting his jaw. One can imagine Claire’s terror and repulsion.

I don’t find her an unfortunate example at all. I think if a writer writes more than one things that some will prefer one, others the other.

I’m not really criticizing the current strain, other than in the sense of agreeing that we might have overcorrected. I don’t want people hurt, but I think that we’ve limited real needed communication in some cases, and some are so into the pantomime of being woke that they’ve created a chilling effect.

I think people, especially people with a lack of imagination, tend to just writers on what they write. I think you can extrapolate some things, but a lot of people think King has to be disturbed to think of the things he does.

Awww, that’s sweet.

Speaking of crying, I watched A Monster Calls earlier and went full ugly cry with loud sobbing.

I honestly do get your point, just having fun with the wording.

Dick Halloran didn’t die in the book, actually, only the movie.

Yes, King — a white man — wrote it as Jerome — a black teen — having a compulsion to talk like a stereotypical black man circa 1932, or pick your year, to mess with Bill. Bill, who could be seen as a stand-in for King, told him to stop, but since King put the words in his mouth... And this bit happened a lot.

While I think he is a good writer, it’s rather irrelevant to my point that telling Stephen King not to write horror seems like demonstrably bad career advice. :)

When I was learning to read, I very stubbornly stopped every time I came to “said,” because, you know, what the hell? I got what the word was supposed to be, logically knew what I was suppose to say, but it still felt like a trap.

Not sitting in a chair like it’s a crapper Trump? Bold choice.