realinfmom
realinfmom
realinfmom

He wasn’t there when we were drawing on the screen, for one thing. For another, sitting too close is not the kind of thing my dad would have thought about. He was very hard of hearing and refused to do anything about it, so his preferred spot for watching TV was right up next to it so he could cup a hand behind one

My parents bought their first TV in the fall of 1956, so my mom could watch the election returns (she voted for Adlai Stevenson).

Toasted English muffin. With butter. Real butter.

And you can watch Babylon 5 on Amazon. Just sayin’.

I had my wisdom teeth removed under local anaesthetic when I was 24.

Not one bit of the standard “wedding” stuff is either required or necessary. It pretty much all exists to drain your bank account and wipe you out emotionally with all the frustration.

If there’s a charge for soda water it should appear on the menu. 

That works, but the magnetic mat has the advantage of being infinitely reusable. It even comes with its own dry-erase pen so you can write on the squares what the stuff in them is.

I find this helps with the lost-hardware problem. A lot.

Some places still have those great hardware stores. I recommend Virgil’s Hardware in Glendale CA. Of course that’s not available for everyone, but if you’re in the LA megalopolis it’s well worth the drive.

Just FYI, Univision did the same things to all its computers. Their corporate IT is about as clueless as it gets.

Some restaurants have an option for both water and carbonated water in their self serve drink dispensers. They are both dispensed via separate levers, not the push buttons for carbonated high fructose corn syrup and chemicals. The carbonated water and the still water are both free.

Oh come ON, guys! John Barrowman!

Just move to Texas, ffs.

It would be interesting to see comparisons to people from the postwar years up to about the mid-60s when the meaning of life was “cocktails.”

Just one word: Ew.

My dad LOVED road trips. We’d all get loaded into the station wagon every year to go someplace. No matter how long the trip was, he drove the whole way. And he was obsessed with Getting On The Road Early. This means he’d wake us all up at 5:30am in some dreary motel room shouting such morning greetings as UP AND AT

It wasn’t all bad. Best group of co-workers I ever had. Of course, we all had to laugh a lot to keep from going nuts.

I didn’t say it was rational.

Can Warwick Davis be the next Doctor? Please?