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Growing up, my small-town Dairy Queen offered something called a “Jack & Jill” sundae—and it is STILL my favorite dessert.

Vanilla Ice Cream...with one half covered in chocolate sauce (not hot fudge, as hot fudge congeals a bit when cooled...and this is all about the liquidity) and the other half covered in liquid

Ooooh, boy.

So, back in ‘02-’03, I had an existential crisis over Animal Crossing on the GameCube during the death throes of a long term relationship. My girlfriend of 10+ years dumped me, but we continued to live together for a few awkward months...at a time when we were both playing this game (obviously, not at the

Well, to be fair, he didn’t give him a good target to throw to...

I am old enough to have seen Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back many MANY times in the theater (or as part of our local library’s incredibly generous summer movies for kids series) when they originally came out...and so my anticipation for getting to see Return of the Jedi on a special sneak preview showing the

As a midwesterner, I wonder if Graham Cracker Pie is even an easier thing to make?  (Not looking for bragging rights...just wondering.)

I’m not sure about your choice. It feels like there were many MANY scenes just as memorable.

Certainly too many to share here.

...there would be much rejoicing.

Hey Now!

See, I thought that’s exactly NOT what the show was about. I thought the whole point of the show was “while petty humans squabble over who temporarily rules” there is an existential threat that comes to claim everyone.

“When dead men and worse come hunting for us in the night, do you think it matters who sits on the

“I’m going to yell and charge!”--seemingly everyone (usually with poor results.)

Based on your description, I think Off Broadway was the opener—poodle haired Cliff Johnson, the lead singer, seemed to perform in shorts a lot.

They’re one of my favorite power pop bands from the late 70s early 80s...but I never saw the live. Perhaps it’s better that way?

There’s always some moshing at TMBG shows.  (When I saw them in Seattle, it seemed to peak during “The Guitar”.)

I saw Van Halen on their Diver Down tour at the St. Paul Civic Center. It was the summer before my junior year in high school and a group of us made the three and a half hour drive from Central Wisconsin to see the show.

Before the show started, we stopped off at one of our friend’s sister’s place—she was in

Grew up in a central Wisconsin town that had a Taco John’s within a couple of blocks from a junior high school...and Potato Oles are still, thirty-some years later, the only thing that I’ve ever eaten from a Taco John’s.

Still miss ‘em, though.  

...but, I will say, there’s a smug Bran-like look on my face as Katherine shares with us all she doesn’t quite know yet.

“Joffrey? You want to know about Joffrey?”

(So, I hope we all leave her to discover so much on her own...it’ll be like being a book reader watching the early seasons for ALL of us!)

Aren’t WE Oceania?

They’re in?  Somebody alert Esme Squalor.

Don’t watch the edited version.  No point.