Counter-point: the parking spot you pay $700 / month for to park your ‘99 Focus is enough to cover rent on two 3 BR / 2 BA apartments overlooking public parks and Main St. where I live.

Love the article!

Exactly.  With enough frame-work on a wall (windows, doors, jambs, etc.), your up-to-code 36" front door frame could easily turn into a 34" nightmare.

Have you ever used a caliper?

Not displaying for me, either. It’s not just you, whatever policy GMG’s been using for these videos for the past year or two has been causing the video content to be blocked. They need to use a reliable third-party streaming service like YouTube or host the video directly on lifehacker.com, or else it gets blocked by…

It’s cheaper to do video, and Univision’s trying to increase the profitability before they sell off GMG next year.

Former Wendy’s employee here...it’s fresh, never-frozen USDA Grade-A Prime ground beef; they don’t even use preservatives, because it’s vacuum-sealed in a sleeve.

Have you tried the round egg?  I’m planning on giving that a shot on my next visit.

It actually doesn’t get crispy until it’s been sitting around for awhile. When it first comes out of the microwave, it’s pretty limp (my favorite way to enjoy bacon, but different strokes). After it’s taken out of the microwave, it’s dumped into a heated drawer, where it gets crispier over time.

I dunno, I think the addition of high-traffic, non-residential areas in housing to be an interesting take on technology, but to each his own!

I’m always impressed when I fart in bed and manage to make the bedsprings shake.

I never have that much bourbon, and if I did, I’d be dead (or nominated to the Supreme Court, whichever comes first.)

I immediately decimate all beer in a three-county vicinity, so I buy just enough that I can get drunk and still hoof it to the store, then just add on top of that.

plus the bacon grease just splatters on my grill or the patio instead of my stove.

I’ve only worn pajama pants out of the house maybe two or three times, but I remember going on a last-second beer run awhile back, and since it was getting close to the cut-off (2 AM), I skipped the shoes and wore my vintage dog slippers to the gas station, too.

If I don’t have anywhere I need to go, I put my flannel pajama-pants on Friday night and don’t take those fuckers off ‘til Monday morning.

A few years back my neighbor gave me an adult onesie as a present. I was thinking, “...nah....right?” That fucker was comfortable.

Seriously...

I moved into an apartment with no shower (eek!) about a year and a half-ago; I was delighted to find out my handheld shower-thingy (push-button) actually threaded right onto my faucet.  Works great.

It’s all fun and games until you realize the drain’s clogged, and now your standing ankle-deep in hot toilet water; now you get to walk all over your bathmats with piss-soaked clunkers so you can scrape enough of the crap out to let it drain.