It’s not just you. My by-no-means-confirmed hypothesis is that certain oils in the coffee get processed a certain way by the kidneys and come out as aromatic chemicals, the same way asparagus makes some dudes’ pee smell like an eldritch abomination in liquid form.

“Here’s a fun little tidbit: Anderson said that men “can hold more fluid in their bladders, and hold it for longer.””

Covered. Charcoal. Indirect heat.

If you’ve heard of esports, you might also be familiar with “sports,”

The term “real sports” speaks volumes about the broad perception of competitive video gaming as a sport.

I have seriously mixed feelings about places like the British Museum.

Horse racing, or “one day a year, we all agree to cosplay as a degenerate.”

Soon as I saw still images of that baby monster thing, I was instantly reminded why I don’t play games like Resident Evil.

One of my favorite controller-throwers from the old days, thanks almost entirely to its soundtrack:

Considering how many national treasures the British Museum stole during the 19th and 20th centuries, it’s just one small step toward karmic restitution for them to have one of their national treasures nicked by someone else.

Y’all breakin’ my heart with the sweet relish hate. I love that stuff—it’s my go-to hot dog topping.

Whiterun is supposed to be a major city in-universe and a major hub for all of Skyrim.

So many answers!

“my sensual experience of the world as an American was limited, artificial, teetering on inhuman.”

Never been. I know it was a cheap game show prize in the 80s to get a trip there, like “first round board on Press Your Luck” cheap.

“Sour cream is his particular bugaboo, but otherwise it’s the same roster of revolting creamy substances: ranch, cream cheese, tartar sauce, and especially mayonnaise.”

I like ramshackle places whose best days are long behind them but which still try to pretend they’re relevant.

“Cramming people in, making it that eating becomes unpleasant and something to be rushed, is just all part of the rotten heart of modern America which says personal time is to be avoided.”

I’m with Marnie. I live in the suburbs. Banquette seating means sitting my fits-just-fine-into-an-airplane-seat self potentially in between a couple of Grade A American Suburban Livestock-sized humans who treat the table as a feed trough. Or risking getting smacked in the face by the guy who waves his hands around…

Melinda did pretty well for herself; her marriage to Bill was about the only good thing that came out of Microsoft Bob, on which she was project manager.