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You're forgetting that 187 is the new 25.

If that guy is sixty, I want to know what vitamins he's taking. He also might have gone home to watch daytime reruns. I really did go home at lunch to watch first-run Jeopardy! (my cousin's home, actually, not mine, since her house was right across the street from school). Art Fleming was the host then. I got to meet him years later, playing a pilot game of a show the producers were trying to get on the air. He was the host, and he was totally hostly even in person. And I won! Quin got on my nerves, slightly more than Sean. That pirate thing was stupid. As far as being a water sommelier goes, I wonder if Nabila can taste my little town in a bottle of Poland Spring. They tap into our aquifer and sell our water as theirs.

I had the same feeling, @annzeepark914. It made me wonder if she only came back (after twenty years! jeez, was she in a North Korean prison camp?) for the chance to be on TV. The story behind the story, as is often the case, is probably more interesting than what we're actually told. Plus, I still thought it wasn't going to be a picnic for their 70+-year-old-parents to get down to that camp, even with the steps. Maybe they should've jacked up the building till it was level with the road!

You think that would stop us?

It worked for Jesse Ventura. I think at this point they're just keeping him around for the eyebrows.

I think the "My ass is my brand" slot is probably all full up by now, what with the Kardashians, Amber Rose, whatever her name is who's married to Ice-T, all the Atlanta Housewives . . . the list goes on and on. There's no more room on the bench with all those asses. Bree probably needs a new idea. IIRC the prize that the competitors were after in the Moron Olympics (love that) first said he was 21, then remembered he'd just had a birthday so upped it to 22. I thought you didn't start forgetting your age till you were four or five decades older than that. He must be on the waiting list for some pretty high-level jobs. When his leg gets better, that is.

He also said something in the hallterview about their relationship becoming "hospitable"? I think he meant "hostile," but I couldn't hear the whole context. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? And how many thousands of dollars in free ad time did the Purple Mattress company get during that case?

It was definitely Capote talking about Kerouac in the "That's not writing, it's typing" quote. Considering that Capote spent the last couple of decades of his life lying about writing a book he wasn't working on, that becomes a little ironic in hindsight. He could've stood to do a bit more typing himself. I want to get a T-shirt that says "Coming at you like an ex-president" on it. The sooner the better. ;o) That shot of Peter O'Toole in Arabian garb, astride a camel, his ice-blue eyes boring holes in the camera . . . I need a moment. Not one of them knew that?

All the litigants in that study-in-Paris case had such patrician, noble surnames--Boulware, Pennington, Penhallegan. I bet those ancestors are rolling in their crypts. Did anyone else have the case today where the young Asian guy was punched in the face by the older guy for squeezing past the man's wife and kids while the father/husband was holding open a restaurant door for them? Clearly the man shouldn't have gone back to the restaurant once he was safely out of it to "tell him again that he was rude" (which I'm sure was all he intended to do), but I have to say that from a distance of 3,000 miles, I wanted to punch that kid in the face. Two grand seems like a cheap price to pay for the satisfaction.

Yeah, obviously we can't know. Partly it might depend on the age of the puppy. They have to learn to do stairs, so if this one didn't know how to do the down part of the skill set yet, a pyramid probably wouldn't be the best place for it to start. What's clear is that this was a really stupid story to tell on TV if you wanted to make yourself look good. Maybe he thought that meeting a puppy on top of a pyramid would sound cute, not anticipating that Alex would ask about . . . the rest of the story (said in my best Paul Harvey voice).

I agree that Jeff is very smart and quite witty. I think he could easily drop the frat-boy persona--I wish he would. It only serves to mask what a sharp wit he has. I'm one of the few, I guess, who misses Marcela. When both she and Zakarian were on, there was a 40% chance that someone would cook real food. That's now dropped to 25%, so even if you found some of her qualities irritating, it's still a net loss in terms of actual cooking being featured.

Well, we can't actually know it was there of its own accord. We just know it was there. Someone could have carried it up and abandoned it there.

Maybe they're hoping that if Anne just meets the right dumb, horrible male cook, she'll see the light and turn her life around and heterosexual angels will sing. I don't understand why Anne plays along with this flirtation meme one season after another. Plus, why do they never have her flirt with a female contestant? Insecure girlfriend who might object? It's actually pretty offensive on any number of levels.

All of this. Except I'm gonna say pleather.

Frank Zoppa, Alex? Really? You've finally gone too far.

Ditto. But the puppy story put the nail in his coffin. My husband, who is a kind person and is usually genuinely puzzled as to why some of these people annoy me so much, got this one right away. So when I sat on the sofa imitating Ryan, bouncing up and down and grinning smugly, even he laughed. Oh, and there's a Calais up here, pronounced "Callus." Like you'd get on your foot.

She came straight out of the gate hating the plaintiff. You can only speculate as to why that may be, but it was actually kind of shocking.

I would pay money to see that.

If I knew where they were, I'd post a picture. I still will if they pop up after our house renos are all done. Everything's currently in boxes of chaos. They were sort of conceptual. I made myself a tunic using fabric with a brick-wall print on it, and then I copied some images of book spines lined up beside one another. I heat-transferred them onto little rectangles of muslin and then appliquéd those onto the brick fabric, with gray satin stitching for the window frames. So all the windows had rows of books in them. Except for one, where I put a photo of Lee Harvey Oswald's face. My husband had a kind of sandwich sign made of two Astroturf doormats that hung from straps over his shoulders, front and back, and he carried a toy rifle, since he's convinced that the Grassy Knoll was really where the shots came from. This was a huge hit with our friends, because he'd been obsessed with the Kennedy assassination for the previous few years, and if you gave him the slightest opening, he'd launch into some endless rant about why Oswald didn't do it. Fortunately, I could usually talk him down, so we still had friends. And the worst of it is now past.

A few years ago, I went to a Halloween party as the Texas School Book Depository (my husband went as the Grassy Knoll), so that TS felt like a personal slight. I can't remember a game where I screamed as many answers at the TV as this one. How easy is the qualifying test anyway?

Once again JJ doesn't let complete ignorance of a particular field get in the way of her having strong opinions about it. First of all, writing a query letter, and then a book proposal, is not the same as writing something that says, "Dear Publisher, here's my book." I'm pretty sure that Judy, despite having a number of published books written for her with her name on the cover as author, has never had to write a query letter or a proposal. When you're famous and have a built-in platform, the publishers come to you, not vice versa. The plaintiff did the right thing by trying to find someone who specializes in writing proposals. She just happened to pick a lemon. And how does Judy know that the plaintiff's story wouldn't be worth telling, or that there aren't potential readers for it? I agree with Brattinella--Heather seems to have had a pretty wide range of experiences and might have some interesting stories to tell. Or not. Usually it's the publishers who make that decision, not some TV judge. I guess all of Judy's books aren't vanity enterprises. Because talking about yourself for 300 pages is almost the definition of vanity. She also seems to have some serious well of hostility for writers as a group, who apparently think they're entitled to some separate form of justice from everybody else. Huh? I'd sure like to know the story behind that assessment. Right verdict, but really crazy-pants on the way there.

I personally know a lot more Jews than Klingons, but I guess it never hurts to be intergalactically inclusive. ;o)

If you go to van Gogh's Wikipedia page and click on "listen" after the phonetic spelling of his name, you can hear someone who sounds legitimately Dutch (as opposed to all those impostor Dutchies lurking around) say the name. The final gh is pronounced like the ch in "chutzpah," which sounds like nothing so much as a cat hocking up a hair ball.

That thought briefly entered my mind, too. It just occurred to me that if every location where we needed to beware of sperm had its own sign, the earth would be positively wallpapered. And if nobody likes this post, I'll go do it myself. I feel absolutely drunk with power.

I use Firefox, too, saber, and I don't have a problem with tiny type and tiny hearts. If you hold down your Control key and press the plus sign at the same time, that should magnify things on the site. (And Control-minus to shrink it back down if you need to.) Or just open the View menu and click on Zoom. Neither method should magnify everything, just the site you're on. This may be bad advice--I just noticed you're on a Mac. Oh, well. And I was just about to like my own post a few dozen times. Sorry. I said Pippi Longstocking (which I've never read) for FJ, and my husband told me I was in the wrong century, but I couldn't come up with anything better, so I stuck with it. Many obnoxious fist pumps and steam hisses (and self-pettings of hair) after that answer was revealed. Just when he thinks that living with me is already hard enough . . . I got almost nothing in the sword category, though. I'm glad Rachel is gone.