Hauling my ass all the way to the airport just to catch a bus? ...to another airport?

Do I cringe every so often at one of my dumb tweets and wish I could edit it? Sure.

Another example of why spell-check is a poor substitute for editing.

21 or 22, in fact, as that image is from 2015.

Every time someone reminds me Universal tried to make its “Dark Universe” a thing, I literally laugh out loud.

Weird that she’s gotten through “a few weeks” of rehab but has somehow managed to avoid the part where you learn to take responsibility for your actions. Neat trick.

thanks for aiming me at this article. maybe i’ll have better luck adding the url, although kinja bows to no one.

Same here. Sugar and eggs is all I could manage.

DoorDash is not the bad guy here. The Girl Scouts made the decision to partner with them, so folks should redirect their animosity where it belongs.

Rebooted? I was a fan when it originally aired, but let’s not pretend Friends didn’t have a supremely basic premise. Consider it rebooted multiple times already, Ms. Kudrow... Every time a show revolves around a group of young, sexually active urban adults cracking jokes.

Exhaustively exhausting.

At least they were indoors, and not on, say... a crowded playground?

Indeed. And you, a sophisticated broker of the highest integrity! I look forward to doing business with you, sir.

Sweet! I’m expecting a significant inflow of funds from Nigeria any day now, and then I’m in!

Sounds tempting, but I just don’t know where I’d put it. I don’t suppose you’ve got an NFT of that bridge available for purchase? Because then you’ve got yourself a customer, Mister.

Right? Bathrooms are pretty much the only thing you don’t have to wait in line for.

Not to worry, folks. I’m sure they’ll bring those prices right back down just as soon as those supply chain issues get sorted.

I’ve been thinking the same thing since WandaVision, hoping for a ‘Big Bad Hidden in Plain Sight’ scenario, a la Dark Willow in Buffy S6. If not the main villain, Wanda’ll certainly be sitting to the right of their throne.

As a non-sports fan from Boston, I’ve spent years reminding friends and coworkers there’s no (yo)u in team either. Ain’t no Super Bowl rings on any of their fingers.

Meh. I’ll keep calling it Sports Ball. I’ve never intended it to be funny, just a clear declaration of my disinterest should anyone attempt a discussion of professional sports with me.