I fly Alaska Airlines, a lot. I don't really have a choice since I actually live in ... Alaska. They have always been gloriously sketchy. When I was a kid, and they were a regional carrier, they were known around these parts as "Elastic Airlines," and were notorious for leaving a minimum of 3 hours late-ish. Now they…

Please let there be lists! Like the "10 Dumbest Things Lonely Planet Conned You Into: #1 Don't Bother Packing Tampons, They Are Available Everywhere."

My experience as an African American female tourist in India left me with the warm fuzzies for memories of my travels in South Africa. Which were “challenging.” The racism I experienced in India has come in handy with dealing with South East Asian tourists here, so there’s that. How much of that is at play with these…

Wut? No more showings of that delightful vid of her cuddling, and stroking, and snogging her boyfriend while the cops were there. 'Cause that was tru lurve right there, folks. Nothing sezs "forever with you, babe" like kissing and caressing at a murder scene.

Nope. If you watch the video, there he is, walking into court with his wife, in all his bad neck tat glory.

If some middle-aged man showed up on our doorstep looking to take teen-aged me to Paris, eventually he would have been declared "missing," and I wouldn't have known a thing about his visit, 'cause parents.

Not all computer generated manipulation of vocals is "auto-tune." Please stop using it as a synonym for all sound effects. Pretty please.

There are a large number of progressives in local office in the second largest city - troll harder.

As a Black woman, all I saw was some folks with a lot of free time on their hands, and looking for an excuse to be aggrieved. I don't have either.

Opium is my day scent. My dad bought me my first bottle when I was in my teens. It was the first real perfume I ever had, and how that man knew that I was not built for frou-frou florals, I'll never know. Fast forward decades - I'm online shopping for a fun scent for my mom and find myself remembering going with my…

For a gazillion years now, we head over to some friends' place who host the annual Thanksgiving potluck. They provide the turkey, mashed potatoes, and lots of bubbly. The rest of us bring a dish or two, eat and drink ourselves into contented stupors, and stagger home under the weight of massive take-home boxes. No…

That last scene? Daaammmnnnn! And that cop? Lord.Have. MERCY! Where's my fan?

There was a huge military presence here stemming from the invasion of the Aleutian Islands during WWII, and later the Cold War. Add that to the fact that almost all chicken, beef, and pork is imported and therefore spendy. And the shelf life is forever. So, yep - we eat a lot of Spam. And ice cream. I have no clue as…

As it happens, Hawai'i is usually rated No.1 in Spam consumption. No.2? Alaska. Alot of that has to do with the historically high cost of living in both states. Fun fact: Alaskans consume most of the supply of Pilot bread, Hawai'ians are number 2.

Dead girl trumps his feelings.

Seriously? I replied to your comment: "You're telling me people can't drive over to the large operation to pick up their livestock/hobby animal?"

Yes. Welcome to Alaska (or any other large state) where everything is not a 15 minute drive. Or even on a highway. Bless your heart.

Eh. My whitewingnut state had abysmal voter turn out, elected a bunch a Republican assholes, AND voted to: a) legalize possession of pot, b) increase the state minimum wage, and c) take the first steps toward protecting an important fishery from mining. It's a weird election cycle.

And it's about damn time! "Julia" came on in 1968. That means is was 44 years until we got "Scandal." Forty-four damned years.

Oh goody! That will work just dandy!! There's no such thing as hacking. Nope.