I would think the distinguishing line between FWB and Boyfriend (or Girlfriend) would be that you really don't get to make claims of exclusivity.

There's also the subtext of, "I agreed to/initiated the threesome but now I wish I hadn't because I should have established boundaries."

Glitter is the herpes of craft supplies.

Just because ze was a terrible sociologist doesn't make it not a science.

And yet boomers wonder why the kids today are still at home or such well through their 20s.

David Brin's a strange cat. He once showed me the fillings in his teeth and said that's why he's a better writer than the young kids today.

I can certainly imagine that's the case today, where a BA/BS is the worst of both worlds. "Hey, get yourself into serious debt, and get nothing you can use as a result!"

I've seen a lot of job postings that asked for a Master's Degree despite the fact that the job requirements could probably be handled by a high school graduate.

I've often said, part of the point of the *-job sexual acts is that they should emphasize how their mouth/hand is NOT just like a vagina, instead of trying to mimic one.

Gusto.

There is the fundamental problem that a Bachelor's Degree today is worth less* than a High School Diploma 30 years ago.

Yeah, for the ones who don't have an active project, cashing in on the goodwill of fans of their old work is literally how they are paying their bills.

Plus if you find them at the bar, then they're more willing to chat. Especially if you buy them drinks.

I saw Dana Wheeler-Nicholson in the grocery store, and fought with every fiber of my being not to say, "Can I borrow your towel, my car just hit a water buffalo."

It depends on how the con has set things up, of course, but it's part of how many of those cons commoditize basic interaction. I mean, if I see the actress who played Cally on BSG sitting alone at a table, I'm going to come up and say hi. If the set up makes it seem like I've got to pay $20 just to come up and say…

You will try to remember to HAVE DONE something about that. Get your tenses right, man.

A case in point from early in the movie— a photo comes that shows Jasper's bookie is in the apartment. He's never come over before, so why is he there? Freaked out about this, Jasper makes a call to his bookie that comes off as strange and suspicious, and so then the bookie comes over to find out what the hell is…

Do you see a sign here that says Director Cameo Bashing, Jules?

Things get worse on Saturday the 14th.

Because of the "Fuck you" joke, it is the only movie to place its MPAA Rating frame in the middle of the movie, instead of the very beginning or very end (where most place it.)