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When the clue has to do with magnetism, is there really any other logical answer besides iron? And yet . . . I actually played trombone in JHS and HS band, so missing FJ wasn't an option. I told my husband my nickname in HS was "Sackbut." Very annoying that he believed me. We decided we're going to buy our old instruments, a sax for Mr. M'anyone and a trombone for me, and see how well we do. I say we have to put a lot of cushions around us for our debut, because I'm betting we both pass out within the first five minutes. No BMS for Rachel Carson? Bye, David.

It's a cake that you poke holes in after it's been baked--all over the top, with a skewer or something similar--and then you pour a liquid onto it, like a flavored syrup, or something boozy, or pudding or Jell-O--which seeps down into the holes and gives the cake extra moistness and flavor. I know they've made them on the show before, but I think he tends to tune out on low-end stuff like that. Because, he's . . . you know . . . GZZZZZZZ!

Must be some weird browser artifact. Glad it's not just me. I also meant to say that "Butterbean" might be the best name for a southern dog ever. So Lauren gave her dog something really special. But I'm sure he'd rather have her.

You got me on a technicality.

You do know that soylent green is people, right? People = meat. I hate to be the one to have to tell you this. Maybe I should've left it up to Charlton Heston. ;o)

Thanks, biakbiak! I even right-clicked on the photo to choose "View Image," but the only version I could see was cropped at about midriff level on the mom. I'm relieved for Butterbean and my eyesight!

I came here to find out if anyone else was worried about the dog. I'm glad to know I wasn't alone. But I see only one dog in that newspaper photo, the white one, who isn't Butterbean. Does everyone but me see two dogs, not just one? Now I'm worried about myself!

I thought the steak looked good, too. But naturally she managed to offset that by licking her fingers repeatedly while she was helping make the chicken skewers and then touching the cubes of chicken with those same just-licked fingers. I seriously wonder if production has ever talked to her about this kind of thing. They can't manage to not notice all of it. So either she's a totally clueless slob or she's doing it on purpose, like sticking a finger in the eye of people who've had the nerve to criticize her. A finger she took the time to lick first, of course. A saliva moment, if you will. ;o)

Blech. It just dawned on me tonight that as an agnostic, I should never say things like "Please, God, don't let that fool in the middle win." Because then God takes the opportunity to screw with me. So today we lose Anthony Bourdain and gain Austin Lite. This week has been so feces-sucking that it feels entirely appropriate to go for a walk in Pooh Forest. Thanks, John.

A friend who has us over for dinner a lot usually makes some kind of frozen treat to go with dessert. Whenever it's raspberry sorbet (which is often), everyone has to listen to me sing, "She made a raspberry sorbet!" It's amazing we ever get invited back. I can't wait till @Toothbrush weighs in on Alex's take on Lake Pontchartrain. Imagine what he could do with Natchitoches.

When Alex comforted the players that The Beverly Hillbillies and Carroll O'Connor were before their time, I paused the recording and ranted to my husband, "The Civil War is before my time, but it was in all the papers!" So imagine our hysterical laughter when "The Civil War" came up as a category in DJ. Also, he knows Latin and I don't so much, but he assured me that Venandi means hunting (hence venison), so even though I got ornithology, it seemed more logical for the "science" to be falconry. (Wikipedia confirms that it's about both falconry and ornithology.) I was impressed that the new champ got The Pickwick Papers. It might be my favorite Dickens novel, but my sense is that it isn't read that much. Which could be totally off base.

We're about a month or so away from garlic scapes in this neck of the woods. My absolute favorite kind of pesto. I hide it in the bottom of the freezer so I can hoard it all for myself. Not honorable, but then again I did make it. This (scroll down below the pizza recipe) is the recipe I usually use, although most of the time I go with walnuts instead of pine nuts.

They couldn't come up with a single female name for that "Call Me by Your Name Category"? Like black-eyed Susan or Queen Anne's lace or Bloody Mary? I thought of three in the time it took me to type them. It's like they're trying hard not to. Get off my Santa Ana grass! (I had to look that one up. Took another thirty seconds.)

Back when it first became a thing, skyjacking was referred to as "airplane hijacking." I don't think it became differentiated from other kinds of jacking till carjacking became a thing. I said hijacking, and I would've argued myself blue in the face if they didn't accept it. I'd've gone full Pranjal on those judges. Probably every kind of item that can be stolen should have its own "-jacking" term, like "Unionjacking" if you steal a British flag, "Crackerjacking" if you steal a popcorn snack, "humpbackjacking" if you steal a whale. I can also think of a bunch of X-rated ones, but I'll spare you. You're welcome. I used to see Greta Garbo on a regular basis when I worked in the UN neighborhood--she lived nearby, and she'd visit the local produce stand to smell melons and squeeze tomatoes. She was pretty elderly at the time, but in color she looked much the same as when she was young. I'd never recognize her in black and white, though. Kind of like Superman wearing glasses.

Even though you've been spoiled for a bunch of answers, @Mindthinkr, you can still watch the show. I can't fix the rest of the problem (I hope you can), but I also do have a punching bag. I'll be home all day tomorrow if you want to pick it up. Just don't you be the punching bag. You're wonderful as you are--you shouldn't have to pass silly tests to prove that. <3

I said it exactly the way Alex went on to say it, because it makes my husband laugh. And four years of French shouldn't go completely to waste. Nobody heard me yell "Dengue!" either. I did say that I wanted a bullhorn for my birthday (based on watching a crazy old lady who had one on Judge Judy a week or so ago), and now I can see a good use for it. If I really want to end up in a mental institution--or getting my own viral YouTube channel--I guess all I need to do is sit in front of Jeopardy! screaming answers through a bullhorn.

Wow. At first I thought this was some kind of bad joke. So sad. And I think she has a daughter who's still quite young. She must've been in some sort of terrible state to do such a thing. It's true that you really never know what battles people are fighting just from outward appearances. ETA: Posted before I read @Toothbrush's mention of the daughter. Didn't mean to be an echo chamber. That makes it so much worse, though.

Absolutely. Especially since JW's father and brother, also obviously named Booth, were actors as well, which is how JW was ID'd in the clue. And Booth was even the last name of the outgoing champ--who I'm pretty sure didn't assassinate Lincoln. (Or did he . . . ?) I've been at the Buzzy table since the get-go. One difference between him and Austin is that Buzzy gets that a little goes a long way. (I'm trying to ignore the fact that Buzzy's real name is Austin, too. And that Austin was an answer tonight. That's weirdly unsettling.) I thought the belt was hilarious. And as Carpe said, who knows how much of Austin would've been inflicted on us, and for how long, if Buzzy hadn't won the ToC.

I think she talks constantly to make sure she gets constant camera time. And probably even more because she seems very insecure, so she has to continuously reassure both herself, the audience, and her fellow hosts that she really does belong there, by always saying things like, "Well, when I make this, I do such-and-such" or "You know you can take this ingredient and also use it in whatever" or some other tip that's usually very obvious and that nobody needs to hear while we're trying to follow the person who's actually preparing the dish. She's perpetually trying to prove how smart she is and usually ends up proving just the opposite. I ff through as much of her stuff as I can, but oh, what I would give for a selective mute button! This is the only cooking show I watch where I find myself regularly yelling "Shut up, would you!" at the TV. And don't forget to buy his cookbook. Seriously, chef? I can't believe that's the kind of stuff you fed the Obamas.

I'll take Happy Places for $2000, Alex. What is an endless fountain of birthday wishes? This board! Thank you again for all the happy birthdays! And for that completely adorable card, @saber5055! You people really are the opposite of trivial.

Thanks for the birthday wishes, everybody! I wish you'd been there so we could've hashed out (guacamoled out?) once and for all, live and in person, who Jeffrey really looks like. He had one more chance last night to squirt Alex with his boutonniere, but alas . . . Get in line, hon. ;o)

Today's my birthday, so I was out eating Mexican food and getting drunk with friends while J! was on. (So it's ironic that I couldn't pull "chipotle" out of my brain.) Then I came home to find we'd had a power outage at the beginning of the show. The DVR recording started just as Jeffrey was explaining how he looks like Brad Pitt. I figured I must still be drunk. But I see from above that that really happened. My husband's b'day is a week from today, and he asked for one of those 8645 T-shirts. I hadn't seen the logo till just now. Thanks, Tunia! I got Nixon, but I couldn't remember whether he died in NY or NJ. It turns out that he was living in NJ but was taken to the hospital in NYC. Forgot about the Steve McQueen pic. Every time I happen so see that The Great Escape is on TV, I tune in just to watch him go airborne on that old motorcycle. I'll never get tired of that.

That's what I thought, too. But then I remembered that they show pictures of poppies when the answer is "poppy." So I went with Europa. Never underestimate the writers' penchant for stating the obvious. Michael McKean also hosts Food: Fact or Fiction on the Cooking Channel. He's adorable in that context as well. And I learn all sorts of fascinating things that I then immediately forget.

I see that. I loved him in The Wire. I was also seeing this guy, John Getz. Apparently he's in Scandal, but I know him from Bosch.

I am more jealous of this than of anybody else's wedding ever. Imagine what could happen to the divorce rate if we all nipped things in the bud by having an exorcist officiate. Lucky duck. This is one thing I've never had a problem with (only one thing? oh, come on, M, surely you jest!). But seriously, if they were just playing in somebody's living room, it would be pretty bad manners on the host's part. But there are millions of people watching, and I think AT might feel an obligation to leave them with the correct pronunciation of a word or name. To me that's among the least offensive things he does. And speaking of Trebek, was anyone else here hoping that that pink flower lapel pin Jeffrey wore on his first night was really one of those slapstick squirt boutonnieres and that he'd get Trebek right in the old kisser? (I Googled. You can still buy them.)