I know! Such a change. Isn’t it great?

I’ll have to find this. I love Imagine Me & You. Thanks for recommending it!

The movie reflects the common attitude that behavior equals orientation. For bisexuals, it leads to invisibility because your orientation is assumed from who your partner is.

That’s setting the bar kinda high, though, isn’t it? I mean, I don’t like NPH so I’m fine with it but you’re setting your kids up for a lifetime of discouragement when nobody is as good as Raúl.

We’ve been calling him Rudy Ghoulie for many years. A friend from NYC who survived 9/11 coined it.

Dude needs to be a better human being.

I think that’s his O-face in the top picture.

She did, eventually, and was able to leave the theater. A lot of us gave her sympathetic smiles or pats on the arm since she was right next to the exit.

Oh, how I wish I had so much privilege and so little turmoil in my life that I was saddened over the death of some chickens that were born and bred to be breaded in buns.

Well, she does have all her teeth. That moves her up into finalist territory. She sure as shit isn’t in the running for Miss Congeniality.

Hey, that’s not fair! Whores provide a valuable service for their money.

Yes, Rudy, you need to watch less porn.

I see what you were doing, but that last one isn’t quite right. They’re not terrible morons; they’re really, really good at it.

Over 20 years ago, when we moved to Texas, local Walmarts had Can Banks in their parking lots. Same sort of technology, you dumped your cans into a small hopper/feeder chute and it paid, IIRC, 3¢ apiece. (It spit out actual money, in change, so you didn’t have to go retrieve a voucher somewhere.) We don’t pay deposit…

Yes, it does.

There’s the tiniest bit of naughty language and a shot of a crewmember’s bare ass. Nothing especially blue, but just enough to push it out of squeaky-clean-G territory.

I didn’t even make it to the opening credits before I had tears rolling down my face. There was a lady and her husband blocking the end of the aisle after the movie because she was crying hard enough she couldn’t see the steps to walk down.

I wasn’t real sure which waste of skin Lil Pump was, but then I saw the caption in the picture. He will forevermore be known in my home as Dick Prod.

Mine will be delivered Monday. I’m trying not to buy many books these days but I decided this was worthy of an exception.

I have! It’s been some years since I read most of them, and I went through a binge of 5-6 at the time. I started with “The Music Instinct: How Music Works and Why We Can’t Do Without It” because how could you resist a title like that? I liked the one about Chartres Cathedral, too.