Look at that face. Clearly plotting to eat an entire wedding cake.

This dog is like Gandalf in a dog suit.

I think you're right about the codification of weight. There really is a class/moral judgement associated with being overweight. It's particularly disheartening to see those judgements leak over into the medical field, though.

The south. People are rude here with smiles, i.e. "Bless your heart, are you trying to lose some weight?"

Which is fine!! When did this thing happen, where we're not allowed to have preferences?!

LOL — I like that, "Well, no, but yes." I am going to start saying that. People are so fucking judgey when you ask for water. Or assume you're on a diet. AND THEN ASK YOU HOW MUCH WEIGHT YOU WANT TO LOSE. It's maddening.

I've never had a Coke (or Pepsi), diet or otherwise. This tends to make people look at me like I have an allergy to oxygen or something. When I was a kid, carbonation bubbles activated my gag reflex (I was clearly a very, VERY awkward child) and I'd vomit. Soooo, even though I grew out of it (thank god), I still…

*shakes fist at you*

Ubertrout, you so grabby.

Foreal. I keep growling at people to "Get off my home-state" like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino.

Why does that always seem to happen?! Like, the second I promise Mr. MacNasty that I'll save a show to watch with him, I'll have NOTHING to do. It's maddening.

LOL — two of those items make a prominent appearance in the movie. You really haven't sneaked a little look yet?

Mr. MacNasty and I watched this last night and it was awesome. The sparkly speedoes are all that could be desired in sparkly bathing attire. Michael Douglas gives a startling, accurate, amazing performance.

I, for one, would like pictures of these alleged "gayest snacks."

Seriously. Fuck that guy. And fuck his puppets.

It's not like they cured fucking cancer. They make movies. Woody Allen's "talent," I think, has always been up for debate. I completely agree — why do we forgive perverts if they entertain a few people?!

Even his smile lines look like rapists.

That is the look of a thoroughly happy dog. See how the eyes are glazed over with fulfilled food lust?

Yeah, but that meant she just did the full-on bath once a month. In between, they would still clean themselves with rags and scented water. Still not super clean, but better than perpetual crotch rot.

Mary wouldn't have had a Scottish accent. She was raised in France, with a French mother.