Baristas?

At the beach, and ONLY at the beach. Not beach-adjacent, but actually ON the fucking BEACH.

Not having a cell phone pays off again!

Didn't we go through this in Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt?

Or that he actually has deep thoughts.

The thing about Choo Choo cherry was, when you squeezed his bag gently, he puffed out something that looked like smoke.

O, like you can't say that for 99.9% of youtube comments.

Where's "Winston tastes good like a cigarette should"? Or the old Spaghettios ad where the Japanese kids try to eat spaghettios with spoons instead of chopsticks?

I forget the name, but there's an intestinal reflex that kicks in when you eat and makes you want to move it, maybe you're eating more than average. If it bothers you, see a doctor.

Two, sometimes three times a day, depending on how much I eat.

My only apartment nightmare happened when a substantial portion of our 2nd floor apartment began to fall off. The building had just changed owners and the new owner refused to do anything about it until we moved.

Here's my problem, see if anybody understands— the company I get my software models from, DAZ, recently released a new series of 3D models, the V8. Wonderfully expressive models, big improvement. Unfortunately, the work I do requires a lot of morphs, poses and skins that haven't come out yet for the new models. …

Waiting for Agents of Mayhem.

I really can't picture anybody but Patrick Warburton in that role.

When I think old movies, I wish I could afford the Turner Classic Movie channel.

Tried to watch Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and couldn't make it through the opening half hour of forced whimsy.

Waiting on Netflix for The Arrival to . . . uh, arrive. After that, I've got Dr Who season 10 (first half) lined up.

As usual, the people who were supposed to hire me are dragging their heels— I realize it's a new position for them, but it's been three weeks already and they keep telling me they need "more time"! One day blends into the next so gradually I can barely tell the difference. Finished the new Lovejoy and Tana French's…

I say I have no sense of smell, but . . . yeah, I notice Limburger.

I've found the perfect home-made breakfast! Two pieces of toast, two sausage patties, covered with two eggs, mostly the yolk, cause that's where all the flavor is. Trick is to microwave just long enough so that nothing's runny. Debating whether to top it with sour cream.