If there’s no fish in the percolator, is it really even coffee? Sheesh! you might as well be drinking tap water.

I don’t know, but I’m adding kombucha to my list of shit self-aggrandizing people squeeze into every conversation, whether it’s relevant or not.

You’ve got some nice friends, there. . . I think?

I’ll give you Price Hill for sure. We lived on the north side, and normally hit up Blue Ash Chili (way, way, way before it was on Diners, Drive-Thrus, and Dives). But if you aren’t in Cinci proper, it’s Skyline, not Gold Star, unless you’re a heartless, tasteless, joyless person.

It’s the best damned chili around.

Cincinnati-style Chili. Pick whichever chili parlor you prefer, but if it isn’t Skyline, you’re wrong...

It’s elote if it’s still on the cob. Esquites is elote that’s scraped off the cob.

Important reminder for some of the angrier people down thread. . . None of this replaces counselling or anger management if you’re not happy with your relationships.

That’s fine for “partners” but it’s a recipe for disaster for spouses. I cannot fathom having a discussion where I say “Honey, I make more than you, so it’s only fair that you shoulder more of the work around the house” — it’s insulting, and you’ll end up feeling like master and servant instead of husband and wife.

That’s also the secret to a successful marriage. being a successful human being. Understanding that other people can do something differently than you do it, and still be OK

Be careful with that, though. Molcajetes tend to be really rough and porous. They hold heat really well, but their a beast to clean — they get seasoned like an iron skillet, so flavors carry over more than with a smoother material. Also, since the surface is so rough, you need to break them in to avoid getting grit…

Happens to me all the time. I’m in the middle of doing something coherent and adult, and someone mentions guac, and my train of thought derails.

Most of the ones I know spend 80% of their time running tests in a lab, so they don’t need Batman’s utility belt with all that crap.

Forgot tailgating. My sister drives so close to the car in front of her, you can read the small print on its license plate. I’ve refused to ride with her since 1996. . .

It is probably a good time to go through an audit any other services you have connected to your email accounts.

Except they’ve been espousing the “If you’re not paying for it, you’re the product” point of view as strongly as anyone else for years. It’s ironic to hear that one of the services they consistently endorse sells users’ data.

Time to drop him from my keeper league, I guess.

Protip: Make sure the lighter is out before putting it in your pants.

Protip: Make sure the lighter is out before putting it in your pants.

This is much easier to fit in that tiny pocket in your jeans.

This is much easier to fit in that tiny pocket in your jeans.

Your American Gods?