Ah, Reptilicus! MST3K finally got to it! (But of course I haven’t seen it yet.)

Nah, you’re not wired wrong. I just like looking. I’ve never babysat, knew anyone who asked me to babysit, or had any nieces or nephews to babysit. Looking at clothes and playing peekaboo is it. The first diaper I’m changing is an adult diaper! (Wait...that doesn’t sound good.)

Dang--the only ones I knew from that list were Namath, Bart Starr and Ken Stabler, who all played 15-25 years before I was born. The only one I knew from after I was born was Mike Shula. While I’m not a college football fan, I am (or was) an NFL fan, and those are still the only names I can remember. Where have all…

Yet you’re still here.

Open a book.

Aside from goofy eating challenges, the only thing I watch on YouTube are the “Making $$$ off my cute baby/toddler and yet somehow being able to afford a big ass house, a garage full of cars, and getting 10 million views” videos. I am a sucker for a chubby cheeked baby. Bonus points if its bald!

Meh. As a fellow old (the same age as Khaled himself!) I only know of him because of his darling son. Such baby clothes I’ve never seen! D’awwwww!!!!

I immediately knew what “windowpane suits” looked like--it’s amazing that he actually looked pretty good in them. I see a few men wearing them now, and they can’t carry it off. Amateurs!

Didn’t Reagan (er, Saint Reagan) wear tan suits? Or were they brown? Meh, it was the early 80s, so I guess it came with the territory.

Yeah—even I, an evil childless spinster, goes “Awwwwww!!!!!” whenever I see a tot kicking its plump little legs or waving at everyone that passes.

Yes.

I’ve “taught” at the college level (i.e. I took over a class or 2 when the professor was late/sick—it was a tiny program), and I liked teaching older students. Couldn’t deal with regular “college age” students that saw music courses as an “easy A” or thought that being an athlete was going to let them coast through…

This is what I said to anyone who ever told me I’d make a good teacher. Teaching, like playing a piano, takes TALENT. And it’s a rare teacher (not coach!) that can do both. Making the difficult easy is soooooo hard!

“So what?!”

Huh. Florissant. I’m surprised I haven’t really heard much about the Florissant PD. We were too busy worrying about the Dellwood/Ferguson/Jennings/St. Louis PD pulling people over for “the fun of it.” (They did a LOT of that in the early 1980s...and today.)

Down the road--would that be Jennings or Dellwood? (Either way, I’m still kinda surprised they didn’t give her a few whacks with the nightstick after they tased her.)

Sounds like good porn names. Gay, straight, who cares?

Well, I like one of those groups.

It’s a sad, sad, sad Spruce Goose that I can see when I look out of the window at work. Then again, no matter where I turn, I see huge empty buildings. Railway Exchange? Empty. St. Louis Centre? Oh wait, that’s where I’m working from now...so re-purposed!

He’s an idiot. What can you expect?