Ah, true thAT.

Those smug cooks, making a few dollars above minimum wage.

You can end a sentence on a prepositional phrase. That’s an old style suggestion, not a rule.

These are mysteries of life that need investigation.

I grilled dinner tonight out on our deck wearing a painters mask because the smoke from the wildfires around here is so thick it looks like it’s pissing rain outside. Only when I caught myself in the mirror with my plate, mask and tongs did I start to think, this seems a little odd.

Those Dicyrtomina are the most adorable little creatures.

Behind the Bastards really is great. I do wish Robert Evans did step all over his guests so often and allow them opportunities to chime in. The Kissenger episodes are real bangers though. Funny guests who can keep up and even add to the deep dive.

Back in high school I had some friends tour an NFL stadium. They got to see the field and locker rooms and all. I didn’t get to go with them, so while they were in the locker rooms they stole a bunch of these powdered electrolyte drinks they had out for the players and brought some back for me. I remeber trying them and they tasted like straight sweat. It makes sense, but they were gross. Same flavor as licking someone’s forehead.