Au contraire. Omarosa provides us with a textbook example of how not to live your life. Her existence serves as a warning to others.

Too British

Even Wayne Newton is saying, “Geez dude, lay off the plastic surgery for a while”.

It gets a little blue. Like Kevin. Try the veal! No wait, not if you’re Kevin. Or the buffet. (Yes, these are bad, but it was *right there* and i couldn’t pass it up).

I miss IES Chang.

I never understood that Dawes inside joke. I assume they’re a band, but I’m into vintage bicycles so i was always thinking “what’s so bad about a nice steel framed road bike?”

Fortunate Son is obliquely about the war, because it’s the story of a poor boy who was drafted and sent to war because he was poor and couldn’t get any deferments. And Mr. Bone Spur is in the White House now, so it’s stood the test of time as well.

I saw the Milgram experiment when I was about 12, on 60 minutes. It freaked me out for many years and still does, kind of. So the “no more worse” is still really, really bad.

I read this as “dank universe” and I’m sticking with it.

Where’s the crypt keeper? “So, you say you’re all thumbs? Well, warrior we going to do about that?”

I’m on the wrong side of 50 now, so me and my wife do this a lot these days, because it’s so easy to gain weight at this age. But usually, we’ll get an entree and a salad, and we’ll split everything, so it ends up being a wash, cost-wise.

I have an Epiphone Masterbilt arch top and I love it. I’m kind of a hack, but I’ve been trying to play Carter Scratch style (started playing with a thumb pick and I can’t seem to change over to a flat pick) and it sounds great for that. I got it used, with a hard case, on reverb.com for $560. Plays well and has that…

And grabbing your crotch and spitting during the national anthem is not “lowkey”.

Mr. T and I have something in common! I also feel bad when I see an athlete slip and fall at the Olympics, especially the figure skaters. When Usain Bolt was in the Olympic relay a few years ago, I was thinking how much pressure must be on the other three relay runners. I mean, you drop the baton, you just messed up…

I blame the Hulkster.

Because when I’m high, the first thing I think of is “man, some hard boiled eggs would sure be good right now”. Hungover, maybe.

This was actually pretty good and a pleasant watch, but as soon as I saw Mr. Dowd with the glasses and the tousled hair, I can’t get the thought “hipster Siskel and Ebert” out of my head. It’s not fair, but there it is.

“Hurry up and give me the shot, don’t you have another old-man-on-Viagra movie to do?”

“Well, that started an argument.”

Oh, I love this, everything about this, including this article. I recalled that line as “I apologize for the odor”, which somehow seems more genteel.