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Dogs are the best.

It’s cool. We all make mistakes.

Paltrow was the victim; Weinstein was the abuser. There are a great number of reasons why victims of harassment and sexual abuse do not go public, which is why a staggering percentage of such victims never do. Anyhow, however you may feel about Paltrow, don’t lay this particular thing on her. It’s deeply shitty.

Putting aside the Goop stuff, I always thought that Paltrow was a good actress. It seemed strange that she went from Academy-award winner and millennium “it girl” to Iron Man’s girlfriend. Anyhow, she was great in The Royal Tenenbaums, which, gratefully, doesn’t have Weinstein’s stink on it.

Shouldn’t some blame be put on Jezebel, which has published a post about these people on a nearly weekly basis?

Some of the Craftsmans in the Oakland hills, particularly near Joaquin Miller Park, are gorgeous. But, if I won the lottery, I’d buy a Victorian in Cole Valley or Ashbury Heights with the interior gutted and renovated. And speaking of needless architectural status symbols, I would love my hypothetical Victoria to have

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As I an eight-year old, I met Turbo and Ozone at Chicago O’Hare at the height of their fame in the mid-80's. They were incredibly friendly and signed my Beverly Cleary book. Turbo even gave me a Tootsie Roll.

I’m preparing my torches and pitchforks for when they come after nice bathtubs. I’ve lived in a lot of shitty apartments with unusably small bathtubs or none at all. Now, in my 40s, I have a home with a large bathtub. I feel the same way about my nice bathtub as NRA nuts seem to feel about their guns. (I’m joking, but

Man, those Oakland craftsman homes are stunning from the outside. But, yeah, having lived in a few Victorians and older homes in SF, the kitchen situation was always dismal. The only advantage to the cloistered kitchen is the greater ability to hide one’s messes from guests. 

To be fair, it’s a much more beautiful and fun pronunciation ofmicrowave. It reminds me of the A Christmas Story’s dad pronouncing “fragile” with Italian inflection.

Everything you’re saying is possible, but it seems like a pretty cynical interpretation of four sentences selectively quoted from a Ryan Seacrest interview. And it doesn’t seem like she is 100% committed to a wedding ceremony in the next year.

“after doing normal teen romance things like driving through Taco Bell ‘450 times’ together.”

I love Gremlins, but the Christmasy part of it is so incredibly dark. Phoebe Cates’s father story is as grim as it gets. I still love the movie though, which I’d call comedy horror. Hell, as a kid, I saw Gremlins II (comedy anarchism) in the theaters . . . twice.

It is impossible for me to see the word “fragile” and not say it aloud with a hackneyed Italian accent.

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It was an innocuous 30-second story during a light interview covered by a celebrity gossip blog because it involves a celebrity. But this place is so cynical and judgmental that Clooney may as well as have pissed in the Fontana di Trevi while wearing a MAGA hat.

Joan is capable of strong writing, like her article about leaving San Francisco in March. But I hate her hacky gossip posts, which mostly fall into the following formula: (1) taking a marginal non-event hardly worthy of anyone’s notice but (2) involving a disfavored celebrity and then (3) using that non-event as a

(1) If Joan read the comments to her own posts, would she feel differently?

Mountain person checking in. Locals tend here to drive more utilitarian trucks, the most popular of which is probably the Tacoma. But we see our fair share of “flatlanders” in raised trucks with 40" mud tires in the winter. They are often flipped on the side of an embankment or encased in a snowbank. Anyhow, yeah,

Meh. To state the obvious, Clifford is for kids, who don’t really care about the practicality of their stories, not cynical 20-somethings desperate for iconoclasm. As a kid, I loved the idea of having a benevolent huge dog as a best friend. My kids liked it too. Anyhow, this reminds me a little of Joan’s terrible