The Aliens had left a bag of flaming poo outside the airlock and they were super disappointed when Yang turned out to be too much of a scaredy cat to open up when they knocked.

Can’t say I can quite smell electricity, but I used to be able to hear the high-pitched whine from CRT TVs, a thing most people resolutely deny exists. But as a kid I could actually tell when the neighbors were watching TV if everyone had their windows open, all from the really high pitched whine. Drove me nuts. Age…

Better that than Attorney General. At least as Secretary of State, he will be out of the country a lot.

In the immortal words of Herman Cain: Think of all the women I DIDN’T Harass.

Grab ‘em by the Pussy? Let me borrow a line from Steve Martin: “Oh, come on, I was talking about her CAT ... that cat was the best fuck I ever had.”

8 million to 1? I suspect not, unless things have changed a lot in New York City since I was last there and the entire population can now afford to eat at Nobu.

Crafting in RPGs. I don’t want to have to kill and skin a lizard, or crawl around ruins looking for used spoons, or hunting the rare bumbleleaf in order to build the basic equipment I need to play a game. Just give me a goddamned satchel or let me buy a bottle of potion or whatever other stupid thing you’re requiring…

I won a regional journalism award in the ‘90s for a series of stories on a piece of equipment that had broken down at the local county offices and had remained unrepaired for a year, despite warnings by techs to their boss. It allowed the IT people to track what long distance calls were being made by which of the…

What this lady doesn’t realize is the cats’ eyes are following her so intently because they are waiting for an opportunity to attack and devour her.

Patrica - you will not win. As one journalist to another, let me tell you what our job description consists of: “Being told all day long by by non-journalists how we are doing our jobs wrong.”

Actually, this was exactly like my commute every morning in D.C.

In college I cooked in an Italian restaurant (a very bad one, I might add). The Lasagna was among the least offensive things we served - bordering on good, actually - but it happened to take 15 minutes to cook since it was prepped in the morning and refrigerated throughout the day. I cannot count the number of times…

OK, I know I am totally becoming One of Those People, but this is NOT the Stars and Bars. The “Stars and Bars” was the national flag of the Confederacy. It looked like this:

I had a boss at one deli-type place who used to arrive every morning with a 7-11 SuperBigGulp of soda. He’d finish the soda and start filling his cup from the beer tap, sucking it through a straw throughout the day. He liked to hit on women, telling them he “built nuclear subs,” because, you know, “Nuclear Sub” was…

Are there any photographs of this woman where she does not wear an expression of unspeakable love and devotion? When you’ve lived with the same person for decades, even in a happy, satisfying, monogamous way, this is an extremely unnatural state to be in while in their presence, at least a for the most part.

Yes, Trax. I miss that place. The kind of place where you could see Molly Hatchet and Robyn Hitchcock in the same year.

When I went to cover the CD release party for the Dave Matthews Band, for their breakthrough album in their home town of Charlottesville, Dave just glared at me and grunted and refused to answer any questions. His manager, seeing I was speaking to him, swooped in, grabbed Dave, and hauled him away from me, so I had…

Causes of Dadbod:

That was a very upsetting story. We stumbled on it and were hooked immediately. She seems completely delusional and the husband seemed about as ill at ease as any person I have ever seen interviewed for one of these kinds of shows. His comments suggested he is tepid about his relationship and feels trapped. It was a…

The Tumblr prank this year is pretty funny - they have introduced "Coppy the Copier" based on the hated Clippy from Windows. I find it hilarious, but my Tumblr-using son hates it. Which makes it even more hilarious, because that's exactly how I felt about Clippy.