He’s the best Twitter follow there is.

I’ve been incorporating this into my life since Denis Leary’s No Cure for Cancer. He said something like “Happiness comes in five second doses like an orgasm, a cigarette, or a chocolate chip cookie. You come, you smoke the butt, you eat the cookie then you go to sleep, get up and go to fucking work.”

My bike commute route includes a few miles on a canal trail, where I pass ducks regularly. I suggest actually exclaiming, “DUCKS!” when you see some. It really elevates the childlike joy.

The picture brings up an unspoken good point, I’m pretty sure my mood has substantially and sustainably uplifted since getting a cat and playing with it and petting it frequently.

Just another example of how one person’s joy can be another’s misery. Babies? Ugh! But give me a purring cat and I’m all sunshine and rainbows.

I always love driving by a small section of land next to a stream here in Ypsilanti, MI; there’re always a bunch of ducks, geese, some seagulls in from the lake that are hanging around there all swimming and eating together. I call it the Great Waterfowl Congress, and people regularly stop by there to toss bread/etc.…

I think this is right. If you’re waiting for some big happiness payoff during a tough time, you’re not going to be satisfied.

It probably sounds silly, but “little slices of joy” really can make a difference. On my drive to work I pass by a stream that sometimes has ducks or geese on it, and just looking for the ducks and then thinking to myself “yay! ducks!” helps to put me into a better mood right before I get to work, and when the water…

My point, though, is that most of the people I have ever known who I suspect would have failed this test, were dealing (or not dealing) with something internal that was beyond their control—whether it be chronic depression, bipolar disorder, etc. I mean, I’m sure there are plenty of so-called “toxic” people who don’t…

I have weekly (1-2 days per week) debilitating migraines. Absolutely awful. I can’t imagine what it is like having them daily.

If she has legitimate psychological issues, you’re an ass for being callous about it. If she’s not, you’re still an ass.

Thanks for this. I have dysautonomia and daily migraine, which can be both debilitating and demoralizing.

We tried both Blue Apron and Home Chef this summer. I love cooking, but tend to cook the same one-pot meals during the school year. I decided to broaden our recipe palette over the summer. And we did. A few observations:

1. Blue Apron was our favorite. The recipes were all delicious (with the exception of only one…

If this doesn’t come to American PBS, I will move to England. MUST WATCH.

Nadia has the most expressive face ever. I luv her.

What finally broke me was Nadiya being so overwhelmed she couldn’t talk, and pointed to the cake plate and then to herself. I lost it after that.

I agree. Good attitude, and she looks perpetually terrified even if she’s doing very well.

I was a Chetna-head. And of course, the co-host Sue Perkins*, who I’ve been crushing on since “The Supersizers Go...”

My mom got me hooked on that show. It is the SHIT. Between the dessert porn and the hosts, I love it. And I find the overall tone of the show really refreshing - there is zero personality-based drama, no yelling and no tantrums, unlike on American reality TV.