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Larry Dallas
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“I’m hearing more and more people say the level of violence in video games is really shaping young people’s thoughts.”

This is so great! Thank you. I have won money for knowing the name of The Colonel Bogey March (was surprised as anyone to learn it isn’t “the Comet song”). And I love that the most famous passage from Orff’s Carmina Burana is about 20 seconds long in an early movement and it never comes back.

Good on you, this is so great. I lost 40 pounds really quickly a couple years ago but it wasn’t sustainable and all of the weight crept back. I’m going in for a slower, more long term change now and while the results are sometimes frustratingly slow, there are results. And I ditched the scale. I judge my changes

I see your Sacramento and will raise you a Fresno.

And I hate you because I read your comment and that song just started playing in my head. Such is your power.

Ugh. This fucking guy. 45 days later he got a sunburn and dimmer lighting, then stooped his shoulders a little. Still sucking that gut in like a champ, though. Careful you don’t throw your back out, fella.

He buttons both buttons of his sport coat. Is he 10?

I hate Donald Glover for making me want to see the Han Solo movie. I don’t want to see it. But, damn it, Donald Glover!

Clearly she is drunk. Like, all the time.

Every day, in every way, I am astonished that I am older than Ted Cruz.

On getting older, my standard take is “it beats the alternative.” I’m just trying to age healthily and with realistic expectations.

I have a dog and I support each and every one of your rules. That is all

That makes sense. I was thinking more in terms of the mathematical middle of the average life-span. My dad is 91, but I passed the half-way point of that 5 years ago. Your less literal reading is probably better.

Amen, brother.

One of us is doing this wrong.

*I’m being generous here. 50 is well beyond the “middle.” Might as well make peace with that, too.

As a recently minted 50-year-old, let me address my fellow middle-agers.* Nowhere in this world is there a 17-year-old girl waiting for her 18th birthday so she can take a shot at your sagging scrotum.

Well, now I know. Suddenly the Olympics are less glamorous.

What in hell is a “2-peat”?

Why do you hate Iceland?