Living in Tucson/the Sonoran desert for much of my life, it’s a dead giveaway whenever I see a fake saguaro cactus thrown in an “Arizona” scene.

Not to mention, the people who regularly attend Kennedy Center events probably aren't going for their first theatre experience, they've been subscribers or grew up in circles where opera and theatre are a matter of course. They're going to find an alternate venue. It's gonna be fine.

Is this the one that severs the entire lid from the body of the can? My dad has that one and absolutely loves it. I have to ask him to show me how to use it every single time and I still don't get it.

Never knew it! Although I did suspect my favorite name, "quail wenus," (w/topknot hand gesture) was not actually correct.

Present me is always happy when past me remembers to stash a few servings of soup/stew/hash in the freezer for future me.

I feel the same about Kenneth's Last Party Ever where everyone got a stern talking-to the next morning, even the Harlem Globetrotter

I have definitely said in the past, “I don’t really believe in ghosts and I think that’s why they don’t fuck with me.” No encounters yet, and I think it’s because of my airtight logic

And it’s too far into the semester for those students to drop his class, so they’re hosed anyhow

I’ve been making this shaved sprouts salad for years, it’s a holiday fave of mine: nomnompaleo.com/post/6679333...

I was thinking an intact triangle of toast but it sounded unwieldy.

Well you gotta explain that one

I tried!