I wondered about that, too. But he’s in an office at an Australian university. So, maybe he learned English (or always knew it, but was more comfortable in French).

Thanks for the explanation. I didn’t know whether the blue might have come from a weird ingredient or coloring additive (as in curacao).

its long, flexible neck makes it ideal for lighting candles, camp fires and other awkwardly-placed flammable things

its long, flexible neck makes it ideal for lighting candles, camp fires and other awkwardly-placed flammable things

It reminds me of Windex. As did the taste of gin, the one time I tried it.

And I want you to have a sloth.

Thank you.

The point is general accessibility to books. But that having been said, Hurricane Harvey drowned my local library branch, so opening a Little Free Library sounds like a good idea.

Fancy pets? Like what — an axolotl? I’d get one of those. And put it in a ruby-encrusted aquarium.

In addition to what Canajun_eh wrote, let’s not forget fear of the unknown, poor physical condition, and an unwillingness to be uncomfortable.

Question from a non-drinker: Is Bombay Sapphire gin actually blue, or is it the color of the bottle?

I teach for a living.

Given the environment they spend most of their life in, aren’t all walruses more than a little salty? What makes you saltier than the average sea-going walrus?

It’s on YouTube, link in my original post.

Just listened to O, Valencia for the 1st time. The result in each song is similar, but Run, Joey, Run is pure overwrought drama, 70s kitsch, and minor key sadness. I actually want to listen to O, Valencia a sec0nd time, whereas I would be happy to never, ever hear Run, Joey, Run again.

Thank you. Everybody loves a pedant.

As long as we’re exchanging clueless relatives-buy-records stories, I’ll mention the other time this happened. In 1974 or ‘75, my grandparents bought me two albums. The two albums they bought made me so bummed I didn’t listen to either of them for quite a while (keep in mind that I was 7 or 8 years old). What were…

Seems like someone isn’t looking forward to being a sister-wife.

For my 7th birthday, I asked for a couple of 45s (Millenials, 45, in this context, mean 45 rpm single records, not .45 caliber guns). I wanted the song “(Oh, Oh, Oh, It’s) Magic,” by Pilot. My dad knew nothing about music and got “Could It be Magic” by Barry Manilow, instead. Crap.

Why? I find the articles entertaining and, I presume, so do others.

I don’t think AV Club attention matters much to L. Paul or his followers. I doubt that AV Club is on their entertainment radar.