Probably 30+ years ago, bus from Hartford to NY, some kid with a Walkman (or whatever it would have been in that era) singing along to a song on replay (that no one else could hear, of course) “If I’m not your lover, if I’m not your friend-end, tell me who I am-am?” for HOURS. That song still haunts me, and I have no…

I will. Thanks!

I will check and try again. I kind of have the palate of a nine year old, I can’t eat cilantro and I think vanilla is the best flavor...but I do like yogurt, and not the supersweet kind. There used to be really good plain (and vanilla) options, but in later years I haven’t found a brand I really like. All too sweet!…

I only ever tried it once, Fage, which I’ve heard is supposedly one of the better ones? I was aghast at how horrible it tasted.

No worries, I didn’t realize. Durr. Thanks for all the laughs!

I made Behind Closed Ovens! Big Day! But...that asshole former brother in law belonged to me, not “Dana Torrance”, whoever that is.

I took my young niece to a Thompsons Twins concert, because the opener was a just starting out and barely-known Chris Isaac. He was pretty much booed off the stage, but after he was done I went out and sat in the lobby. A guy working the venue kept coming around and asking, didn’t I want to watch the headliner? NOPE.…

And she wore a potato sack, apparently. (I’m not a fashion guy.)

Well, it took a while, but Jack Donaghy’s plan to tank NBC has finally come through.

Pickled herring. Dang. That stuff is delicious...but isn’t a great fragrance.

“Munch” is also a terrible, terrible word.

I was an awesome speller in grade school and won my class two years in a row, went on to the school championship. Went out both years on “foreign”. I BEFORE E, except after C etc. I still think Mr. Houser, that dickbag, gave it to me the second year on purpose.

My alcoholic brother-in-law came home late one night from the bar, completely shit-faced, was hungry and made himself a tuna sandwich. Took a bite and didn’t like it, left it on the counter and went to bed. My sister found it in the morning. I know what you’re thinking — you’re thinking, he mistook cat food for tuna.…

MTA’s plan to eliminate garbage by eliminating garbage cans

RAAAAAAAAAAAAGE! My mom said she got tired of me whining when she’d comb the snarls out of my hair. I’m sure I was a terrible whiner, but on the other hand I was the youngest of seven and she was pretty much done dealing with kids by the time I came along, in many ways.

When I was a little kid my mom took me to the beauty school for a “pixie” — which was supposed to be the Winona cut, basically. (Of course this was the 60’s so the “pixie” predates Winona’s existence on this earth.) Pictures confirm it was just a crew cut. Still haven’t forgiven her.

I’d been with my current place eleven years (in two different cities) and it was time to move on for reasons (they actually closed shop a couple of years later, after 115+ years), but I wasn’t quite ready, and I hadn’t interviewed in many years so I decided to get some practice in with a big company in the same…

That’s exactly my experience of the Vega — my ex, an excellent mechanic, inexplicably loved this car. LOVED IT. Back in the day (early- to mid-80’s) he’d find them trashed/non-running, buy them for $350, put $350 into them...and sell them for $350.

Statistics. My brain just does not work that way. The instructor was a graduate student and not really a teacher (very common in undergrad), and could not help me “get it”. I dropped the class the last day I could, figured I’d take it after I’d completed everything else. Then I got the genius idea to take it in the…

My brother, when he was a little kid, would literally only eat things that were brown. White-edging-toward-brown would sometimes be acceptable.