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Listening to the tale of a child who snorts ground up Cheez-Its. Up next: freebasing Gummi Worms.
OH: "They should have kennels for babies." Shockingly, this brilliant idea was not my own.
C'mon coffeeshop patron - you're getting steamed milk and syrup? What are you, 6?
Yay for Popeye Day! [Yes, the Google logo counts as a news source]
Apparently my family now requires a project management/task scheduling app to plan a vacation. Gotta admit I'm kinda nerdy-proud.
Yah! The LA River finally has an inch of water! It totally doesn't look like a concrete ditch now. http://moby.to/ovg3no
Watching a non-cook stringify the hell out of some cheese. While part of me is horrified, I think I understand demolition derby now.
On the brink of a brand new day, feeling like a few of you need a hug.
Helping friend cope with learning AT&T owns his Internet provider. 6 sites and 3 calls later, I find myself pitching the joys being Amish.
Proof you're an adult: waking up early to defrost the fridge. Sign there's still hope: being excited to use a chisel and hair dryer.
I have nothing poultry-related to discuss. I will add to the general feel-good vibe though.
Spotted: 2 retirees, rollerblading, discussing getting an Xbox to supplant their "Intendo." Is your town like this?
Bon chance, fearless leader! Fingers crossed you come back with a prize.
Trying to figure out what happened in the world this weekend so I can pretend to have paid attention.
And just like that, I now know way too much about an entire product category.
Politics aside, can we agree the term "Blue Dogs" has a pretty lame etymology given it's based on an obscure series of insults?
The TV told me to go to the paint store and spend $50+afternoon to repaint my living room for the holidays. Seriously.
I want a thing. Web = direct from Poland. US stores = ehh from SE Asia. 20 min weighing CO2 emissions = why I'm not so good at Xmas gifts.
Burbank shops has decided to generate some holiday traffic with balloons and burnt popcorn. During Friday rush hour. Good for them.
You say "hopelessly stuck in the 80s" like it's a bad thing.
Is "Basketball IQ" really a thing? I get playing sports. I can even get watching. But making up terms to fill drive-time hours... no.
The lyric "But it takes some magic / just to believe" is looping in my head like a highly danceable Zen koan.
And then, randomly, someone does you a solid because recognize you. +1 for being highly memorable?
Being "Sexiest Chef in America" does nothing to inspire me about your cooking abilities. It's like being the "Tallest Derivatives Trader."
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