Yes. Yes, it is.

Because that would be just as “cool” as the first one was. Heh.

Evidently Van Halen needed the money.

Soda sales must be lagging really badly for PepsiCo to (a) bring back a product that failed the first time around and (b) intentionally market the rollout via social media.

Many moons ago, when I was an undergrad taking my first Ethics class, we’d classify that “law and order” type of thinking as Level 2 (Conventional), Stage 4 on the Kohlberg scale.

You’ve gotten it precisely right, I think.

This is a photo from outside the Traverse City KFC in question. I am not kidding.

I’m awfully sorry, but you need to get in line to marry Mallory. She is already my pretend wife.

As an inveterate Toastron and an unrepentant misandrist, I cannot think of a reason to be sorry to see him go.

Bingo. If she doesn’t ASK to see it, she doesn’t WANT to see it.

Google “impostor syndrome.” You will find lots of people talking about it.

You are correct. Brussels sprouts are the best vegetable.

And we women over 50 are completely dispensable, as usual.

BLIZ’S ROYAL RICKEY: 1.5 oz. gin, 1 oz. (or less, to taste) sweet vermouth, the juice of a lime (or half a lime), top with ginger beer, and add a dash of Angostura bitters and several dashes of homemade grenadine (pomegranate juice will also work).

Solidarity Of The Olds! Cheers!

I bet we’re close to the same age. I was slinging those horrid drinks by the dozen in 1986. And I do hate to break it to you, but they really are terribly out of fashion. ;)

The “vengeance-is-mine” shot at one place I worked was Kahlouzo. Yep, Kahlua and Ouzo. Nasty.

P.S. Get me out of the greys, please!

Ha! I lived in Crystal City, but in the late 1980s. I bartended at a place on the Mall (long gone) called Blossom’s. The worst were those hot summer days working outside at the frozen drink station, making dozens of frozen strawberry margaritas for wilting tourists after their multi-museum treks. I can’t even look at…

I AM SO FRICKING SICK OF BEING GREY