When you have the very best words, it would be folly to use anything but those exact same best words. Again and again.

He coined that phrase, “really smart”. Came up with it on the spot. I’ll bet you haven’t heard it before.

Ditto. Crap snow conditions at Copper Mt. (aka “First World Problems”)

My safari tour guide in Tanzania (I’m not a rich guy in a pith hat, I swear, it was my mom’s bucket list trip!) literally would not believe me that the bears in California routinely tear doors off cars to get food out at night. I thought that was a cool illustration of the relativity of exoticism; this guy thought…

If Will Ferrell can fake host the Rose Parade then he can real-host Jeopardy for a few weeks in character. Preferably with Norm MacDonald and Darrell Hammond video Daily Doubles included.

I’m so happy for Mindy St. Clair!

Not just Derek.

be careful with this. stand mixers can make wallpaper paste out of potatoes in no time. hand mashing is superior.

Think of a ricer like a toilet plunger. On most days you’re not motivated to get-of-your-way to buy one, but the two times a year you need it, you’d wish there was one on hand.

But gas station boudin... Heavenly.

I always make a point of eating there when I’m in Sedona! We happened on it by chance, and picked up the first cookbook. I’ll have to get version two, thanks for posting this! It reminds me it’s about time for a road trip, too...

I think she had Midge’s older brother in ‘28, so it would have been the mid-1920s. It was such an unexpected reveal. I’d love to see some flashbacks!

I don’t need to create a new account now, either! Thanks for the number!

Unless most of their clientele end up being weirdos who still own a working VCR, weirdos like me

The social compact has failed the homeless, ergo, they have no moral or social responsibility not to piss in our cornflakes. Should we want that to stop, we should fund the social services that would prevent it. But we don’t. So let us not whine about the consequences.

There is something deeply ironic/dystopian/San Franciscan about an animal rights advocacy group using a robot to harass homeless people.

I'm like ten minutes pregnant and I'm not crying at this story fuck you it's dusty in here.

For me, the nee plus ultra of gas-station crap is the sainted Allsups chimichanga.
O ye deep-fried meat and cheese torpedo, hallowed be thy name.

Did not know that. I've been away from the East Coast for about a decade. So, many years ago I was driving up from Roanoke VA to DC after taking the bar exam. My wife had our first son about two weeks before the exam, and I had been studying my ass off and not really able to really enjoy being a new father.

Hey, if it's not baroque, don't fix it, right?