Funniest text from a friend who’s hosting dinner tonight. Saying, apologetically, that his husband wants ‘tacos with crunchy shells’—can almost hear the distaste in his voice—and asking if that’s okay.
Which of course it is. And now I’m very curious to see how a hifalutin private chef interprets Taco Tuesday. Straight-up or with a twist. I’ll be amused either way.
Something about a 52-year-old man driving around in a car filled with period kits makes me feel like Ron Howard should be narrating my afternoon.
But, gosh, it feels great that we put together hundreds and hundreds of these for homeless youth.
(Posted not to congratulate myself but to encourage similar projects where you live. It’s not just homeless youth—periods interrupt the lives of so many people who menstruate because they can’t afford hygiene products.)
I don’t drive a Ferrari or anything. But it’s still adorable when testosterone convinces the dude in an ancient Civic that he should try to out-accelerate a newish E-Class from 70 mph when he’s trying to block me from passing on the right while he’s obstructing the fast lane.
I’ve got two cylinders, two turbochargers and 250 horsepower on you, pal.
It’s amazing how many guys—and it’s always guys—get their kicks by actively attempting to prevent fast drivers from getting past them. Sitting in the fast lane, speeding up or slowing down to match the speed of slower cars in adjacent lanes.
Not as bad in Nevada as in California. Where the fast lane is also filled with drivers who just automatically go there with no intent to go faster than 70 mph. On the 405 between LA and OC, the passing lane is legit the lane to the right of the ‘fast lane.’
If you’ve ever wondered HOW ON EARTH little British sitcoms could afford all the Top 40 music you hear in them—I certainly did!—a producer once told me the BBC has an insane blanket license that allows its productions to use basically everything for free.
I can recall being flabbergasted after I started counting and got to like seven or eight songs in a single episode, just one of which would’ve been cost-prohibitive under normal circumstances.
Okay, most Americans will think these are just random stock photos. BUT IT’S WEIRDER THAN THAT. They are King Willem-Alexander and Queen Máxima of the Netherlands.
But you also feel awful for the staff—especially after the clerk helping you says she’d worked there for eight years and hadn’t planned to leave until she eventually got pregnant. Apparently all non-UK shops are closing in the bankruptcy.
Never watched the show in real time because I had too many people like them in my real life at the time and the verisimilitude wasn’t entertaining.
Did gain a later appreciation. But never would’ve stuck with it even then if it weren’t for Elaine. Who wasn’t a character in the pilot! Obvious network note was ‘You need a girl!’ Now, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, I’d be TRAUMATIZED if she started spouting reactionary drivel.
I keep saying this, I know, but I’m going to make the universe MANIFEST this for me.
My dream spin-off of all dream spin-offs is SELINA & MINNA, in which Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Sally Phillips play an ex-president and an ex-prime minister who solve crimes as they travel the globe for conferences and whatnot. Selina always exasperated with Minna, who thinks they’re best friends.
Still getting through that long read on Trump and APPRENTICE by Bill Pruitt at Slate—his onerous NDA just expired after 20 years—but something that still amazes me is that people watched it religiously, listened to his reasoning, saw how he behaved and STILL believed he was a good businessman.
Never gave that tacky, vulgar man much thought. But all it took was a few random episodes for me to see he made decisions for completely idiotic, capricious, vain reasons. Not a best practice in sight.
@Holberg I felt exactly the same way. I watched a couple of episodes, and aside from the fact that the producers blatantly exploited the show’s contestants for entertainment value, I saw nothing from Donald that I would use if I ran my own shop.
In a reverse example of climate change kookiness, I’m thinking of the time I was in Delhi a few summers ago and my sister sent an incredibly ironic text from Orange County that was, like: ‘Thank god you’re in India!! It’s so hot here!!!!’
And she was right. It was 80 F in Delhi and 100 F in Orange County.