Jager is some kind of shirttail relation or friend of a cousin or something who shows up at family BBQs, gets wasted and throws up so hard the blood vessels in his eyeballs rupture, and then sits on the bumper of his shitty car begging you not to leave him alone.

He's too dumb to be subtle in his pandering.

Hee! Love these old pics. Here's my dad (in the middle) with his football team from the 1930's.

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Thanks! Much appreciate the info.

Well, I am an Olde, so not into the club scene or "scene" generally. Hoping to get some good BBQ, but not necessarily places you'd see on the Food Network, you know? Because for part of the time I'll be overlapping weekend two of the music festival and am a little afraid of crowds. If I were going to recommend burger…

Re Austin — you should like you know your way around. Can I ask for some recommendations? I'm going to be there for a week next month, never been there, and will have a fair amount of free time in the evening. Could you recommend can't miss bars/restaurants/etc? Thanks for any suggestions!

That's the key to the trunk of my old 71 Malibu. I've been looking for that.

The Sacramento State Gymnastics team: Dallas, Kayla, Elideth, Cayla, Kalley, Kalliah.

An acquaintance is getting ready to name her daughter Jerzee. Moo.

Roger Ebert also got a "whooo!", and I don't think anyone else did.

The Titans were my suicide pick this week. I knew San Diego would find a way to blow it. But I never expected the Spanish Inquisition.

Tina is completely right about the situation in San Diego. If you get on the 15 at the 8, and get all the way over into the left lane (the freeway is 4 or 5 lanes wide at this point), in five minutes, without changing lanes, you'll find yourself in a right-hand exit only lane. Roads down there force constant lane…

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Someday Miley will be an old, and will be horrified by whatever the kids are doing at the 3DMAs, or whatever they'll be called then. Such is life. Given the trajectory of youth culture, I predict a Tijuana-style donkey show. Or maybe she'll be the Madonna of the era, trying to maintain that sweet, sweet youth cachet…

Some relatives had a summer cabin on Hood Canal (Washington State), next to an oyster farm. My brothers used to get up early, go down to the "beach" (sharp rocks with barnacles and covered with slime for the extra slippery) with an oyster knife and an Olympia, and have breakfast. I guess if you're into that it was…

I hosted a Russian dude during the Goodwill Games in Seattle in 1990. He brought Tetris, I took him shopping for Levis.

I lived there until 2010, in University Heights, and I don't remember a lot of Democratic elected representation...though it's certainly true that the very grotesque Republicans did tend to occupy most of my attention. (Not saying all Republicans were grotesque, but there were some real doozies.) <sigh> Now I want…

How did a Democrat ever get elected in San Diego anyway? And then it's THIS pig. Ugh.

Oh geez. I thought she was talking about the Lauren Bacall musical from 70's. Truly. I am so old.