Someone in my office eats meat. (There are four of us, and three of us are vegan, go figure.) Occasionally he would bring in meatloaf and it smelled like cheap heated K-Nel Ration or some other cheapass dog food. I remember liking it as a kid, but after a couple years with no meat, those sense memories are now overpowered by "nasty".
Another bad career move: Not becoming a "Bear Expert".
"Dr. Lana Ciarniello, a bear expert in Canada, said that most bear experts in the United States were attending a conference in Greece and would be hard to reach for comment."
if someone wants to hang with me oxt weekend, the answer will be that I am busy, but the truth is that I simply don't want to hang with someone using 'oxt'.
Once upon a time we were all brands.
The owner of Urban is a major GOP donor. That keeps me from shopping there. Granted, I am truly old.
@KarenUhOh Putting on my double digit number hat for this:
People's reading habits have become what their eating habits became in the 70's and 80's: Fast Food. We just need to hope that the consumer has an awakening of "Holy shit, this crap is bad for my brain". Until that happens though, we continue to fill journals and notebooks with stuff for which some day someone might pay us.
Have another cigarette and tell me more about Bill Clinton's death. If you've been in the same room with him lately you'll know that he's glowing with health.
Wasn't l'Awl supposed to have a makeover today?
Meanwhile two posts down we have a post about Mr. Garceti's city and its murder problem. This city is winter-worn and grumpy. Rainbows and unicorns and blow jobs are all facing high disapproval ratings. A thorough reading of the Quinnipiac polls (something the erudite Ms. Dowd is unlikely to do) would put light on this gloom and doom.