I like dynamic kinetics, synesthetic aesthetics, shrimp scampi and Duran Duran.
My friend's family had a restaurant near PGE Stadium with basement access to the Shanghai Tunnels! The doorway to the tunnels was almost as exciting as the "guard hobo" whom lived in the basement and utilized 5 gallon paint buckets instead of the many toilets located upstairs.
I used to think that fantasy was for other kids, but then I saw The Year Without A Santa Claus.
@Flashman That coffee table appears to be made from the same linoleum that my grandma has in her 1960's ranch house. And don't even get me started on that striped hotel wallpaper.
@barnhouse Artisan spam?
Pour it uuuuuuup.
@Natasha Vargas-Cooper Thank you for writing this article. Some folks out there will mix up the facts and contentions involved but no matter what, there's a lot of real talk in it. Over ten years ago I experienced an eerily similar tale - except it was a cat instead of a dog. The way you decribed how the cops don't take female abusers/stalkers seriously, how there is no rhyme or reason to the madness, and how no amount of psychology knowledge or Gavin de Becker books will save you is SPOT ON.
@KarenUhOh I was about to say that maybe the Awl Pals should've stopped issuing user accounts after they hit the five digits, but reminding us all to Be Less Stupid is mo' better.
FUAX's mom says he is being "childish" for wanting to sleep in the same bed with his partner? Then mom orders him to sleep in separate beds, like he is a third grader at a slumber party? That's just the tip of the bullshit iceberg...
All I can say, without spending two hours angrily typing, is good luck to FUAX, and SUBVERT THE CHILDREN.
@jolie What are your thoughts on those shopping basket/stroller/cart thingies, like what the lady in the background is pulling behind her?
Because the sight of those things kill my inner Danny Tanner. To me, nothing says Doo Doo Disease Factory like dragging food over the floor in a slotted, plastic death cage. The same floor that people drop packages of raw chicken thighs on. The same floor that fake guide dogs slobber and fart on. The same floor that shoppers track Gowanus muck on. I'm sure you get the picture, and want to wipe it from your mind with some vinegar-based cleaners.
The medical research thingy seems a lot weirder than the "humans eating horse meat" thingy.