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I responded to this in Small Talk.

As very much not a morning person, raised by two morning people, the absence of my peeps on TV as anything other than lazy bums has been a life-long annoyance even before I could identify it as such. To this fucking day, despite all my accomplishments, my parents have still not fully grasped that being a morning person is simply a difference that enjoys mainstream prevalance, rather than a superior inclination from which some deviate. It would never occur to me to go wake up a person who'd turned in by what would be, on my natural schedule, early, and ask why the hell they're in bed already. That would obviously be ridiculous and rude. But far too many morning people think it's perfectly fine to barge in on a person who's sleeping after they deem the proper time to get up, and ask why they're still in bed. (For the same reason you went to bed when you did, moron, because I'm tired and need sleep, and this is when I get it.) So I guess this is a frustrating example of art imitating life, where people with a natural "night owl" cycle are presented a) only in the extreme, staying up until the wee hours, b) as immature losers who don't grasp what the "real world" requires, and c) as bumbling idiots for wacky hijinks plot purposes when they have to get up early. Reality is, our natural sleep times vary and we have the same range of productivity as any other group - perhaps even more impressive since we often have to fight against our very nature to adapt.

(From one of the other threads) Most dictionaries recognize it as a noun and an adjective, but I only use it as an adjective; it's used as a noun in so many derogatory sentences that I find even benign instances tainted by the prevalence of that sexist usage.

The Walmart TS really surprised me. I was also surprised no one took a guess on the Beauty and the Beast clue (I picked the wrong one, as Alex would say, guessing Lady and the Tramp). Good thing I was playing at home, not on the show, because I would never have been able to stop myself from adding an "Ugh" and a big eye roll at the beginning of my Tom Brady answer. I only got two in novels, but otherwise did well in the first round, only missing one each in cinema and age. In DJ, I missed three in biblical art (thanks a lot, writers, combining two of my worst subjects into one category), but otherwise rocked it, just missing one in Emmys. I didn't know FJ, though.

The list writers indeed sound ridiculously agitated about their "don'ts", but I wish every wedding column in the world advised against this practice. The odds of two bridesmaids liking and looking good in the same dress aren't great, so the more bridesmaids one adds, the greater the chance of forcing some of them to buy a dress that doesn't flatter them - and then spend hours getting photographed in it. It's not a nice thing to do.

Indeed. I like a tuna melt, I think lobster mac and cheese is a waste of lobster but it's tasty, I like shrimp with fettucine alfredo, I eat a mixed greens salad topped with shrimp, walnuts, feta, and balsamic vinaigrette a couple of times a week, I like spaghetti a aglio e olio with shrimp, I sometimes bread tilapia with a mixture that includes Parmigiano-reggiano, I like pizza frutti de mare, etc. I'm much more open to shellfish, rather than fish, with cheese, and, as I said originally, the whole seafood-cheese thing can indeed go wrong, but I'm annoyed by the ridiculous notion of a hard and fast rule (which doesn't exist globally to begin with), so I was intrigued by Jamie's concept, because if she'd delivered a knockout dish that proved to be one of many exceptions, it would have been interesting. Alas, it was not to be, and her dish's flaws were greater than that of Dawn's, so it was her time. Not a lot of cheftestants go out giggling, and I'd roll my eyes at most who did, but this was so natural in a way I couldn't help but not only applaud her and again temper my presumptions. Please let it be Dawn vs. Shota in the end (with Dawn winning, but I'll be happy either way).

That's cool. A forum for long-winded snark about television is probably not where the CU writers expected to find an audience for their splendid analysis of this ridiculous list, but I'm glad our appreciation wound up on their radar. While it would take me a long time to decide what I think the greatest single of the '90s is, it takes me but a second to determine "Maybe it Was Memphis" should be ranked a good deal higher than #175. A power pop ballad with southern lyrics belted out by the daughter of country royalty is a recording that found the perfect combination of artist and song at the perfect time. This is another ranking that shows the lack of context in the Sirius folks' understanding of country music, especially when it comes to female artists. Also: "I Wouldn't Have Missed it For the World" is ranked too high, but I'm not mad that it's now stuck in my head; Ronnie Milsap songs put me in a good mood (and I needed that after Pam Tillis joined the ranks of undervalued women).

Dawn has, by far, most frequently been the one to make the food I most yearn to eat, but I've worried that in a group this talented her recurring timing problems would bite her in the ass once it got down to the top few cheftestants. (It certainly brought out Dale’s anger issues.) She is going to have to focus during those frazzled final seconds to double check each plate, or she's going to get eliminated for a terrific dish, and that would suck. I don’t subscribe to the no cheese with fish ever rule, but it can be an awful combination, so I was curious to see how Jamie’s came out – could she pull off giving a whole bunch of chefs something many of them fundamentally think cannot be done? Once she didn’t, I knew she was a goner. I love cheddar (and cheese in general), but this was a tough challenge – to use it five ways, but not as a cheese course, part of a cohesive dish. It was interesting to see what they all did – particularly Shota, since this was way outside of his wheelhouse. Boy, the judges’ comments at the dining table indicate he absolutely nailed it and there was very little chance of anyone else coming up with a winning dish no matter what they served. Great job! I’d have loved if someone made a dish honoring the Native Americans killed in the name of manifest destiny in the Oregon Trail QF challenge. The only one I really wanted to eat was Jamie’s, so I was glad to see her win. I’ve been to the Tillamook factory, but that was long ago, before they made the visitor’s center so huge. I wasn’t sure if they’d be able to work that in this season given the pandemic restrictions.

Another archive game for me, and I rebounded from two disappointing performances in a row. The 200 TS surprised me, as did Rio Grande a bit, along with no one even venturing a guess on the 1790 clue. If it wasn't for the TV category, I'd have done well in the first round; I only missed three others in all the other categories combined, but missed another three in that one. I did very well in DJ, though, only missing four. And periodically quizzing myself on capitals paid off again, making FJ an instaget.

No, she says, "At my wedding in St. Olaf's Great Shepherd Church," and then babbles about the choir boys using balloons to make disgusting noises, so Rose and Charlie didn't put air in them. After Blanche tells her to get on with the story, she continues, "Well, after the wedding, Charlie and I had the most exciting, passionate night of our lives. After that, whenever we'd go to a wedding, we'd end up going home and putting on the cast album of Song of Norway, and going crazy on each other!" It's about how weddings make her hot, so she can't go to this one (Mangiacavallo, the guy Sophia put a curse on decades ago when he left her at the altar), because Miles is out of town and can't go with her. (She does go, and winds up saying things like, "Did anybody else notice the buns on the priest?")

Indeed. That's why I love an old bit from Janeane Garofalo, about, after sex, becoming like a bartender at closing time: "Okay, let's move it out. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."

At first, yes. She says, "I was kind of, well, appalled, I guess. But Charlie was very patient. It was really very nice, once I understood that that's what you were supposed to do, that it wasn't some colossal joke, you know?" During the orgasm discussion that follows she reiterates it was nice - "being near Charlie was nice" - but says, no, she didn't have an orgasm; "it was five years before I knew what made your eyes go back in your head." Which, of course, if we also believe the ridiculous later claim that they had sex every night and every morning, would mean she had unfulfilling sex for five years despite Charlie giving it the ol' college try over 3500 times.

If anyone woke me up before I needed to get up, that would guarantee no more sex.

I was only ever a casual WKRP viewer, so unfortunately I most associate him with the (blessedly short) recurring role of the annoying neighbor Buck on Scarecrow & Mrs. King. But he did a great job in the little I saw of WKRP; like Herb Edelman as Stan on The Golden Girls, there has to be a special something about the performance for a role like that to work over any length of time.

Yep, I met Mavis Leno through the Feminist Majority Foundation back in the late '90s because of that issue. Jay Leno stopped when my friend's husband spun out and crashed on a canyon road, checked on him, called for help, directed traffic coming around the curve to avoid any further incident, and didn't leave once a cop came on scene and took that over, he stayed until my friend arrived. I hardly ever watched The Tonight Show, so I don't have a good sense of his comedy, though - it seemed pretty bland, which is not necessarily a bad thing, but I've read about his disturbing propensity for YEARS (and recent years at that; his apology finally came, what, last year?) to veer off into a joke about Asians eating cats and dogs. My favorite section of his excellent Lobby Baby comedy special is when he speaks as if he's Alexi, telling jokes about him - to give her a fair say, since he tells jokes about her. But his jokes about her are respectful and rooted in finding enjoyment in her/their relationship; in fact, they often circle back to self-deprecating humor. It's a great vibe. The bar is set distressingly low, and of course late night is still dominated by men, but at least it's come to be populated by a number of men who don't rely on sexist humor and will even make sexism itself and those who perpetuate it the butt of the joke - even if that sometimes means them. This seems due both to their own sensibilities (many of them are in long-term marriages with women who have strong minds, passions, and pursuits rather than going through a string of increasingly younger "arm candy" relationships) and hiring more female writers.

I love sports (and Samantha Bee) but I co-sign @theredhead77's peeve -- TBS was never supposed to air the game to begin with, TNT was; TNT's programming was already pre-empted, but TBS's wasn't, and new content was scheduled. One game went long, so they started the next one on TBS. It happens all the time with sister stations; a game on ESPN runs long, so the one that's supposed to be starting then on that station airs on ESPN2 or another ESPN station instead -- until the first game is over, then ESPN picks up the second one (that it was scheduled to air all along) and ESPN2 re-joins its scheduled programming in progress. Here, the game didn't leave TBS and go back to TNT (again, where it was supposed to be all along) for 15 minutes, meaning that big chunk of Full Frontal was preempted. They never make the switch back as soon as the game is over; there's a little lag for immediate post-game interviews and commentary, but 15 minutes is too long when it's not an ESPN/ESPN2 situation, where you're interrupting sports programming with a game; here, they were interrupting a new episode of completely unrelated programming with a game.

That's me every year - by the final round of voting, I have maybe one or two categories to vote in. I don't watch all that much to begin with, and hardly anything I do watch makes it past the first round of voting. Often the shows with the most nominations are things I couldn't even tell you the basic plot of. That's why I'm glad one can make a thread for any series, not just current hit shows, here.

I know thanks to Jewel ("Morning Song" lyrics: And you can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anais Nin, except this time it'll be even better - we'll stay together in the end). Prior to that song coming out, I'd only ever seen her name written, so wasn't sure how it was pronounced (it has been so long, I don't remember how I said it in my head back then).

I just got home, so it was an archive game for me tonight. I wasn't as bad as last night, but it was a meh performance. I only ran stupid answers and middle in the first round, missing three in comics, two in Fawkes, and one each in states and scientists. In DJ, I only ran twins & triplets and pop music, missing three in desert island reads, and one each in the other three. I didn't get FJ; I've heard the name, but I've never seen the films.

My bedroom is off my entryway, so it's close to the front door (I keep the entryway/bedroom closed when I'm in bed [there's another door to the hallway that stays open], but then I open it so the foyer isn't dark [there's just a small round window in the front door and the front porch is covered]). I wouldn't want the front door opening directly to my bedroom for aesthetic reasons (I don't like opening directly to the living room, either; I prefer some sort of entryway), but it wouldn't cause me any security concerns. Hell, there would be no need to jimmy the door if someone really wanted to get in, since I sleep with the windows open unless it's too hot or too cold.

The latter, please; honesty, perhaps with a dash - and no more - of humor. Bodies have parts and functions, and there's no reason to be disgusted, cutesy, or coy about that.

Right, but other recipes for the same dish made by the same chef are all slightly different, so there's nothing from him saying, "Here's how to make what I made." But it's a straightforward idea, I just need to know - since I know nothing about potatoes other than I hate them - what are good types of potatoes to use in a "smashed" potatoes dish? (And that write-up is weird, because why would I make 3/4 cup of a buttermilk/cream combination and then just use "a touch" of it? I know the exact amount used is going to depend; you put some in, check the texture and taste, and maybe add more. But suggesting that "a touch" may be all that's needed only makes me ask why the hell I'm making almost a cup of it.)

Even where I have my own interactions or, more frequently, those related to me by others, to draw on, I don't like making these lists; the positive experience one, two, or a handful of people had shouldn't cast doubt on those who share their own experience of victimization. Shoving people - especially men, since they're the greatest percentage of predators with the greatest percentage of power in the industry - out there as everyone loves them/I've never heard anything bad about them examples based on reputation (or, more accurately, lack of bad reputation) erects another barrier to victims coming forward, especially given the wide spectrum of fuckery that has been kept under wraps all this time. There are a few famous men I'd - like anyone, evaluating in the context of what I'd experienced and heard over the years - be quite disappointingly surprised to learn had engaged in sexist, racist, or other egregious bad behavior, but there are exactly zero I'd refuse to believe it about regardless of what was alleged.

I hate potatoes, so I only have a few potato dishes I make for other people. My dad loves potatoes, and I'd like to do something new for Father's Day dinner (which will be grilled rib-eye steak, a Swiss chard gratin, a mixed greens salad with blue cheese, and potato something). A few weeks ago, I came across Bobby Flay making smashed (not mashed, smashed - boiled and then smashed with that handheld tool) potatoes with buttermilk, scallions, and bacon. My dad loves those ingredients, so I'm going to make that. Because this was basically an aside on someone else's show, there's no exact recipe online, and what is out there upon searching for "Bobby Flay smashed buttermilk potatoes" isn't consistent I'm comfortable experimenting and having my mom taste as I go, and I'll just slowly add buttermilk to create a good consistency, but backing up to the beginning - what kind of potatoes would be good for this? Bobby's were red. (I have no idea how many kinds of red potatoes there are. When I do roasted potatoes with rosemary and garlic, I get fingerlings, purple, and then some sort of white and red potatoes that are the same size as the purple potatoes.)

I remember watching Sliding Doors at a friend's house when it first came out as a rental, but cannot remember a single thing that happened in it. (We probably had too much to drink, since it was just a two-block walk home. [And now I'm wondering what became of her; we lost touch after I moved.]) I hate Pretty Woman, but if I come across the "You work on commission, right? Big mistake. Huge." scene while going around the dial, I'll stop and watch that. Notting Hill was okay (and if I had to re-watch a Julia Roberts rom-com in its entirety, that would be my pick*), because I can tolerate these films more when Hugh Grant is involved. *Which is not a knock on Julia Roberts, who I love in Erin Brockovich and like in several other films; I just don't like rom-coms in general, and her numerous ones are not on my exceptions list (although they often have a friend supporting character I enjoy).