Well-said. What I (as an individual) could possibly learn from a 15-16 year-old is beyond me, although I have to admit that my 4 & 8 year old grandsons have done a good job with me. The implied demand to “pay attention to this child and she’ll enlighten you” is galling at best and condescending/pedantic at worst. I…

Comics in general are exhausting to deal with. Their constant need for validation is impossible. IMO.

There have actually been times when MrMurray and I have been so busy talking as we walked out to the car that, while backing out of the driveway, we’ve looked at each other & said in unison, “Where are we going?” Usually turns out to be either Target or to get something to eat.

Well, sure. We all need a friend to look to. But there does come a time when all you really need (other than family) is someone to remind you why you came into the kitchen.

Thank you.

Denver and all over SoCal.

I never tire of telling this story but I bet everyone else gets tired of reading it: Bartholomew Gedney, my ancestor on my mom’s side, was a judge at the trials, telling John Alden that he’d always thought Alden was a decent guy but felt that he needed to dial it back a bit. Not too long after the whole mess,…

Back in the day when I’d argue just to be arguing, I got into it with someone (very possibly here on Jez) about “beckon call.” Provided links to “beck and call,” the whole 9 yards, made myself crazy, but was told that I needed to stfu because I was wrong. It was exhausting.

Suppose-ubb-lee difficult.

Ranks up there with “ree-la-tor” and “new-kyah-luhr.”

Or maybe just confused. Who knows?

The person referred to in the body of the Midweek Madness post and whose image appears first under the heading “Appendix” and about whose boobs everyone seems to be making mention. I can’t locate Suri’s name anywhere in the post, but I could be mistaken. Or confused.

Not boob-related but: Is there something wrong with this child’s face? I’ve noticed it for any number of years now. It’s as if the left side of her face is paralyzed and, when she smiles, only the right side of her mouth moves. I’ve tried to do it and nearly dislocated my jaw.

I honestly appreciate your (what I perceive as) restraint when referring to this woman’s “ecstasy” being based on disease and self-imposed starvation. I am a recovering catholic (that shit is hard to shake) and have what I consider to be a finely-honed contempt for that b-s and everything associated with it. I respect…

My parents were so controlling that I didn’t even get to choose my confirmation name. I thought “Cecilia” was terrific but got stuck with “Mary.” Between my parents and the catholic church, I turned into quite the little rebel and learned how to not get caught, as an extra added bonus.

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Damnit. I mis-read Rinna’s “couch” as “crotch.”

Gotcha. I wasn’t a fan of SATC so obviously missed the context. Thanks!

Yes, yes! I “dated” a male nurse who screamed while in the throes of ecstasy. Screamed louder than a pig at slaughter. Not a squeal, but an actual scream that scared the crap out of me. It was so horrible that after a few “dates,” my next-door neighbor-lady (granted, I lived in a duplex, but still...) left a note on…