I “bought” a 2006 xB from them, low miles and reported to be in excellent shape. Accepted the premium price for the condition and lack of hassle, paid $300+ to have it relocated to my local CarMax — took it to an independent mechanic who discovered it was in fact a major wreck survivor with obvious (to him)…

Last weekend I got behind a woman in the EXPRESS line, who was handing the checker an item at a time from her cart, getting the total for all the purchases, and then deciding if she wanted to go forward with that item. She also would adjust her running total by removing items she’d already chosen. I would have…

Or the way they situate themselves. Here’s Ms. Thing who is skinny (her brother eats most of their food), but still very round.

My landlord insists on a check, something to do with litigation he’s involved in (with family, ugh). I honestly am not sure a physical check that he deposits makes any difference if his funds are being scrutinized, but whatever. I’m sure I’m in the minority.

I hate that Dove deodorant spray commercial with the heat of a billion, billion burning suns: “Oh, it’s duv-uhh!”

Women develop dementia too.

What about the motto of a place I used to work: Elvum Ipsum Etiam Vivere (Elvis is still alive)?

Hence the quotation marks three words into my post — agree wholeheartedly! But am old and for sure no one cares about my opinion, as the subsequent post from Anna illustrated beautifully. I can see the future — someday Lil Tay’s generation will be old and her “music” will be the soundtrack to commercials for boner…

So colossally bummed I had to turn the low-miles 2006 xB back after having it inspected. I told the guy at Car Max I was going to do it, why waste our all time, just accurately represent the car? But to their credit, they refunded the cost of having the car delivered to my local Car Max AND the cost of the independent…

Music (or “music”) popular to the yoots is designed to be annoying to the oldes. Case in point, when I was a teenager I liked a style of music that sounded horrible to my mother, who on occasion wondered if popular music would ever take a step back to the stuff she liked. In this case, my music was New Wave and…

I read his book and it infuriated me, which I guess is kind of an accomplishment, considering the subject. He talked about how he and other “moderate” Republicans (Snowe? I forget who else, it seems like a million years ago) would have the ability to influence Congress, since the BSC wing didn’t have a big enough…

Unfortunately, no. We have a Cineopolis that screens out the jerks by virtue of their crazy prices ($22 for I.W.!). I have been to an Alamo Drafthouse in Austin and loved it though.

There was a guy a row back and a dozen seats over that clearly had some developmental issues, yelling throughout the movie. Annoying, but less annoying than shithead one seat over from me who was on his VERY BRIGHT phone, with text notification sounds not muted, for the last third or so. That’s the first time I’ve…

Agree with this. My copy is sitting in the “donate” box — if anyone is in Thousand Oaks or nearby, you’re welcome to it. But aside from the quality of the book/writing, I don’t think there’s ANY question but that her pursuit of the story led to this great outcome.

Huh! I’m in Ventura County, which is up the 101 from Los Angeles. Sure hope they don’t stop the practice if it’s just a pilot.

I love this new thing. Almost everything that I can’t manage electronically goes to a PO Box for me, so I can now tell when I actually need to go there and pick something up.

never mind

“Fantastic Journey” showed up here on some rando channel a month ago — here’s the blurb that comes up when you google it: “A scientific expedition in the Atlantic Ocean becomes lost in the Bermuda Triangle and washes up on an uncharted island. They meet up with travelers from other times, planets and dimensions..” I…

I’ve seen very few episodes of Modern Family, but I did see the one at Disneyland. It got the primary thing about it exactly right: sore feet. My primary memory of the last time I was there is of how agonizing the walk back to the parking garage was, since the shuttles don’t really operate that late.

I once testified in a case involving a real estate matter, where the facts went back to the 1930s! (It was regarding an easement.) The questioning attorney (on the other side) kept referring to my very recently deceased father as “the old man”. The stress of this litigation and all the family BS associated with it had…