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I'm the same! It's getting rather slim pickings in my fridge (I limit my shopping to once every 2-3 weeks during the pandemic, as the numbers are still atrocious here in L.A.). I made some seafood pozole verde a few days ago that I've been alternating with turkey wraps and egg white scrambles for lunches. I grilled a ribeye steak for last night's dinner (even though I just had a cheeseburger last weekend for 4th of July, so I may start mooing from the increased beef intake) and had that with artichoke (and a garlic wine dipping sauce) and the last mixed greens salad I could cobble together. So tonight I let someone else do the cooking and Thai food is on its way: chicken satay, som tum salad, and pad ped seafood (shrimp, squid, and mussels). That will give me leftovers, but it will still be time to venture out to market tomorrow as I have plenty of meat in the freezer but the fresh produce is pretty much gone.

This conversation between Laurie Nunn (creator/exec producer/writer), Aimee Lou Wood (Aimee), Patricia Allison (Ola), and Laura Bates (founder of Everyday Sexism) embedded in an article posted in another thread about the origin and impact of Aimee's sexual assault storyline is well worth the time:

It is here. I have a few healthcare workers in my neighborhood who are treating COVID patients, and one of them is living in her guest house and two are living in their RVs. So at least they have proper facilities.

It was all in the editing, but I loved the WTF?-style "moo" shown when Dr. Brenda said one of the cows they'd trapped in the chute was a heifer so she'd just be vaccinating.

I had this on as background noise; it remains something I'll only watch if nothing better is on. The Pol clinic continues to employ the most rudimentary treatments in veterinary medicine. (Which, again, is great for those who - given the dearth of services in the area - would otherwise have to choose between proper treatment and nothing. But damn; there doesn't have to be such a discrepancy.) And Dr. Pol still doesn't know the sex of his patients; it's a seemingly little thing, but that would bug me as a client. With treatment available for cheap at this factory farm of veterinary care, how do you let a growth form on your cat's face for months before bringing her (or him; I join Dr. Pol in not remembering the sex, but I don't have a file - or animal - in front of me) in? Waiting for a paycheck and/or day off even under those circumstances, sure. But she didn't notice how extensively the cat was scratching in order to realize something was going on in the ear, so that the scratching actually created a visible external wound and it still took months to seek veterinary attention. At least Dr. Brenda doesn't rely on the "I can tell by feel/the animal's movements" test of whether a limb is broken and uses one of them newfangled x-ray machines to find out. But, holy shit, the shove a cow in the chute, unsedated, and clamp off its balls to eventually shrivel up and fall off method never fails to make me cringe. That can't really be the best farm practice, given what goes on in the most basic mobile neuter clinics for cats and dogs. Did she say that cattle farmer was two years shy of turning 90? He did not look 88! Holly's transformation was lovely. As was Diane and Jan's reaction to their latest grandchild. Charles and Beth both annoy me in several ways, and I think a man who's "a child at heart" is going to be a problematic co-parent at best, but they seem well suited and devoted to each other, and thrilled to be parents, so I wish them the best with little Abigail.

That's exponentially less likely than drowning. Snatched by whom? How? For what purpose if there's no ransom demand? This is life, not a crime drama. Drowned bodies routinely take days to be found, and this lake has particularly low visibility and extensive undergrowth in the area the boat was discovered that will extend that process (and hers isn't even the only body on this lake to take a while to find). Just as easily as she could have, say, found her feet entangled and become submerged is how readily such entanglement - and limited visibility (inches, not feet) combined with searchers' mere best guess as to her last known location based on where the boat was found - could delay recovery. I just don't understand looking for fantastical storylines in place of what seems to be an equal parts traumatic and typical drowning.

I was at my parents’ house last weekend (for a rip-roaring 4th of July barbecue consisting of just the three of us isolated folks), so I missed “Flight Risk”; that case is a little weird (I can never quite figure out the timeline of the cousin lovin’), but I love the start of the long arc of Julio finally being made to deal with his anger that so easily turns violent. It continues in “Personal Day”, the second case in row in which Sharon has to yell at Julio to settle down when her usual knock it off look and calming hand isn’t enough. Tonight I finally took proper notice of the fact Andy also waves him off and later physically restrains him; in exploring Julio’s anger issue this season, we also see the professional growth in Andy’s own form of hotheadedness. It’s a good Julio episode overall, especially his relationship with Ana’s brothers, I like the combination of him being the cop who (seemingly) put away their teenage sister's killer and the cop who's interrogating them on suspicion of murder, because he wants to solve this murder, too, no matter how he felt about the victim. It makes his eventual, posthumous realization Dante was indeed innocent particularly moving. As I said last time, I wish they’d followed up on Julio's reopening the homicide cases of Mrs. Gomez’s two sons (just something like a line in a later episode indicating he’d solved one of them). He’s great with her, even when he still thinks Dante had killed Ana; so much of his life and career is rooted in hating gangs, but he understands how she feels as a Latinx ignored by the police (I love her having no time for Sharon’s platitudes), and – presumably because his own gangsta brother is in prison while their mom makes excuses – that she loved and mourns her sons even though they’d got caught up in the life and been crappy people. Dante’s story is poignant (while atypical, attributing to incarceration a rehabilitation element that simply has not existed, especially for people of color); confessing to a murder he didn’t commit actually wound up being the thing that saved his life – he survived prison for a span of time in which all his homies wound up dead or three strikes and locked up for life (as Amy said, 17 years is a century in gangland), and actually thrived, getting an education and coming out better than he came in. He was really trying; he wanted his grandma to die with the peace that he not only was never a murderer, he was also no longer the aimless criminal he used to be. Him taking care of her and going out in search of someone willing to hire a felon with no experience makes his murder by that coward Cesar all the more awful. Hector Zamora’s trajectory is another simplistic but moving commentary on the hardship, futility, and inevitability of gang life. When Hector says “What a wasted life” upon learning of Dante’s death and laments that "the only real friend I ever had" saving him from a third strike lasted a whole seven months, it gets me. It’s also a good Provenza and Sharon episode; their connection via Rusty is always nice. I like his “For what you’re about to hear, I apologize” when she’s about to get blindsided with the news of Sharon Beck’s return, and I love his I’m screwed reaction to her “thanks” for his “help” in this situation. Rusty’s awkwardness during the meeting of the two Sharons is spot on. As is Sharon Raydor’s fundamental attitude about all this; she has grave doubts about Sharon Beck’s willingness to get serious about her recovery, and thus a very real fear of Rusty being devastated again when he’s just stabilizing, but she truly wants her to succeed for Rusty's sake. That this desire is even more keen because her other kids have been on this same roller coaster makes it quite powerful. I like her assuring Rusty (after her wonderful “Ah [I knew it]” reaction to eliciting that rehab was court ordered) that how his mom got there isn’t as important as what she does with it. I also like their conversations about what role Rusty can/should play in his mom’s recovery, including that Sharon doesn’t explicitly draw comparisons to her/her kids' experiences with Jack – in this early, emotionally-fraught stage for Rusty, she can just be the voice of reason and support without shifting any focus by getting into how that comes from experience. (Although, I would have quite liked hearing a few stories over time about Sharon’s logistical struggles as a single parent trying to balance the emotional amalgamation of addiction is a disease, I want you kids to have a relationship with your father, and I am so blindingly angry at that asshole for perpetually choosing a bottle and then a card table over us; eternally fuck James Duff’s utter failure at properly developing his main character). I especially enjoy, “Do you know what enabling means?”/ “Oh, yeah” and “There has got to be something in all of this for you, too.”/“There is.” Sharon and Rusty are so lovely together. Lastly, it never fails to impress me how good, physically, the casting of Ever Carradine as Rusty’s mom is; the similar nose and eyes really work as mother and son. On a lighter note, I think this episode contains Sharon’s only Andrea-induced eye roll; it’s not about Andrea, just the circumstances, but I enjoy any and all of Sharon’s eye rolls. I also adore this snark from Andrea to Provenza: When he protests the liquor store robbery footage doesn’t prove anything by saying, “A shadowy figure that’s 5’10” could be anyone, me,” she responds, “If you were 5’10.”

It's there. Here is the WW thread as it existed at the beginning of April, 2014 (the site ceased operations several days later), and here is the archived WW forum (from when it was put on "permanent hiatus" and reduced to a single thread of discussion).

Oh good, my annual confirmation I do not watch anything remotely popular. Another year, another final round in which I only cast a handful of votes (most of them in the "worst" categories about shows I don't watch but dislike the concept of), and a whopping one show among the winners that I watch - and that's re-runs of The Golden Girls (the GOAT winner). (I remember looking over the past winners when this year's schedule was announced, and it was either three or four winning shows out of all previous years that I'd seen, let alone voted for - and two of those were shows that had been canceled.)

Yeah, I've never done that. Originally, I had two for Maddie and Baxter (one upstairs and one downstairs, in a townhouse), but when we moved into my (one-story) house, there wasn't a room in addition to the half bath that I was willing to have a litter box in. They never showed any signs of being bothered by that (I scooped twice a day). I hear you! I was fine having one in my office for the time Riley needed it, precisely because she needed it, but I was so happy that was temporary and may have done a little dance out of the room with it when I retired it.

That's called a day ending in -y in my house. (Well, the food and water sharing; she's not really a kitchen counter cat unless she's using it as a springboard to her annual inspection of the top of the fridge.)

I hope they don't think oh, we already did an abortion storyline with Maeve and thus rule it out for Jean. There can be more than one per show! It would be nice to show the reality that women in a huge variety of life circumstances choose to abort, not just poor, young, abandoned girls like Maeve. I'd quite appreciate seeing a mature (and then some; how the hell old is GA supposed to be playing that Jean can even accidentally get pregnant in the first place?), stable woman who's already about through raising a child decide I had no desire or intention to become pregnant at this time, so I am choosing not to remain pregnant.

I've never noticed a sandwich; I've seen the commercial several times recently and what drives me nuts is that they're apparently too stupid to turn off the water/power to the malfunctioning fixture/appliance, instead just grinning like idiots and apparently letting the damage worsen until someone approved by their lovely little insurance policy is brought in to fix it (and good luck getting coverage for the portion of the damage sustained due to that failure to mitigate). Like you said, these are exaggerated scenarios for "comedic" effect, but, like you, I don't find it funny. Especially since both homeowners portrayed as so ignorant and inept in the face of a problem are women.

I don't understand. I looked up her bio, and she and the boy's father are divorced. So if there are only the two of them in day-to-day life, why is it really bizarre that there would be just the two of them on the boat? (Especially in the middle of a pandemic, when you aren't supposed to hang out with people outside your household.) He's almost five and was wearing a vest, and they were on one of those little pontoon rentals; she'd always be able to see him. The weather was great, Lake Piru is a short drive from Los Angeles (I don't know where they lived, but her bio states she was born in Valencia, so she may have grown up going to that lake since it's only about 20 miles from there), and an afternoon on a boat would have been a great way to give them a change of scenery while easily maintaining distance from others. Obviously something went terribly wrong and a great day turned tragic, but nothing about the fact they were out there in the first place makes me think there was anything bizarre going on.

I think because they already use a litter box in the basement, this adjustment will be an easy one; they'll realize the one in your office is gone, and the basement is now their sole bathroom. I did that with Riley. She came to me as quite the scaredy-cat, so for the first 8-9 months I had her, she had a litter box in my office (which I hated, but motherhood sucks sometimes) in addition to the one in the half bathroom, because the office was her "safe room". It took much of that time for her to be completely at ease in the entire house even when I wasn't home, so that it was fair for me to take the office box away away as there could no longer be a situation in which she was afraid to go to the other side of the house (she was pretty good about it at six months, which is when I was able to get the bowl of food out of my office and have her eat only in the laundry room, so I gave her a little extra time to be sure). She really didn't react at all.