Thanks for the pic posting intel. I just discovered the same thing happened to me yesterday. Now maybe they’ll eventually restore the commenting function my elderly Safari browser, so I can go back to my old account and my beloved followers!

One of the happiest nights of my life was when there was an unexpected knock on my door. It was a neighbor with a huge pizza from my (our) favorite pizza place. The pizza place had screwed up the order and his partner was very allergic to one of the ingredients they mistakenly added. The pizza place wouldn’t take it…

That’s what I was thinking. Wouldn’t it be more the Secretary of the Interior to push for opening the entire country up for massive strip mining and fracking?

What movie is that? It looks like a lot of fun. Is that ‘The War of the Roses?” They showed “War of the Roses” on a flight I was on many years ago but I didn’t watch. Strange choice of in-flight entertainment. Maybe one of the divorced flight attendants picked it.

Playboy used to have great articles, especially interviews with authors and politicians. I was an out gay male teenager and I used to get my hands on them, sneak them into the house, and literally just read them for the articles. (And wonder if straight men ever thought any of the cartoons were funny, or even…

I think it’s where the purple Teletubby now lives.

I had to cancel my subscription to “Bombmaker’s Review” because my neighbor kept stealing it out of my mailbox.

I too was disappointed that they didn’t make it at least to the Stock Market crash. They came very close to experiencing the General Strike of 1926, which was a transformative event in Britain. The mouthy class warrior teacher and Daisy could have teamed up to distribute “The Communist Manifesto” around the village…

I think I read somewhere that hot Valet Andy is dating Laura Carmichael (Edith) in real life.

Or a reimagining of The Life of Pi.

Just wait until they start dating and bringing dates back to the house. The possibilities for amusement are endless. You could break the ice by trotting out photos of this birthday party, for instance.

I love that she doesn’t even have to look at the glass, her hand comes in for a perfect landing.

Stars. So many stars. I regret that I have but one star to give.

They look like they’re at a wake for a guy they were both married to at different points, held in a hystoricke inn in the deepest Hudson Valley.

152K hits and 340+ comments as of 8:30 AM New York time. This is Clinton/Trump-story level of interest.

No, I have one of the most conventional boy’s names of my generation. Tamsen Donner was the wife of the Donner who led the ill-fated Donner party to their doom while attempting to reach the West Coast. My avatar is her portrait.

Oh, that makes sense, I thought it was more “one day a week we hold classes at a different facility because they have the science labs so go there.”

Not at my university. It was Jesuit.

My sister had an Akita and he was a lovely dog but a little unpredictable (she got him from a breeder so probably a little too closely bred, and he didn’t live that long.) When he would lunge at me I’d grab his face and say, “You don’t want to bite me, you want to say hello!” and I’d have him in a headhold and he’d be…

My problem is I actually like my family and am very close to them (except for one of my brothers, who’s a very bitter retirement-age guy who has to keep working because he got cleaned out in his divorce 20 years ago, WHICH HE CAN NOT STOP TALKNG ABOUT, and he has kids who are useless and in bad marriages and working…