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She's always seemed very abrasive, but that's taking it too far.

I saw Kedi in the theater, but apparently you can watch the whole movie online if you have YouTube Red (not sure what that is--probably a premium membership). It's lovely and sweet and funny and sad and very worth seeing. Turkish cats, cats, cats.

Emphasis on "doo."

She's been there periodically since last November. I posted about it then, but nobody else commented on the resemblance, so I started thinking it was just my imagination. I guess not!

Me, too--rare, not raw. But I'd be honored to speak at your memorial service and praise you for living up to your screen name till the burger-induced end. It's good to die for something important. ;o) Where the hell are they getting these guests lately? Has Sunny started a school for host wannabes?

Probably because it's too far in the future to be on your guide. Google says it premieres October 24.

Not the version I made! I slavishly follow recipes, especially the first time I make something and especially in the baking realm. The recipe I used called for no froufrou. That's why I was so surprised by the GBBO version. It wouldn't be unusual for Julia to have had more than one variation over the years, in more than one book and over the course of several TV series.

Those savarins were really beautiful, but they were nothing like what I was expecting. When I got enthralled by Julia Child a bazillion years ago, I started making all kinds of French things, and I made a savarin recipe from her cookbook (I think). The pan was a simple ring with a rounded, not flat, bottom. I still have it. And there was no cream, no chocolate plaque, no piles of fruit. Just a sweetened yeasted dough soaked with what I remember as a rum syrup. It was delicious, but a totally different animal visually. I wonder if this is the Brits branching off a basic French recipe or if this version is just another French variation.

I thought this was a good episode over all. I would (and will) make that potato salad, and as someone who's never liked strawberry shortcake, I was very tempted by this one, so I'll try it before the summer's over. It's so nice when they cook real food. Makes me remember why I started watching the show in the first place. Sunny looked pretty, although it will take me a while to stop associating London broil with where it comes from on her ass. ;o)

Leeyu and Jasmine were both eighth-graders. You can verify this by checking the J! Archive. And in both cases I think it put them at a huge disadvantage. Jasmine did better because someone obviously advised her during the first break, per what Alex said, to stop hammering frantically at the buzzer and flailing around. Leeyu kept going for the bottom clue first even after repeatedly having no answer. If I were a parent, I'd suggest my kid wait a couple of years and then show him or her what happens when you jump the gun and don't have the knowledge or maturity to compete against older kids. There've been exceptions, but these two girls were definitely out of their depth at their age.

I thought maybe he was auditioning for all the parts Johnny Depp had to turn down because he was too tall for them. Surprised he didn't pull a cigarette from behind his ear and light up. I felt a little bad for the older guy until the hallterview, when he said, "No good deed goes unpunished." Seriously, dude? What good deed was that? Rear-ending Mini-Depp or not paying for the damage? Seriously.

I suppose it's wrong to want to punch a kid.

That "We do this for a living" claim always makes me crazy. For one thing, how many people really do do that for a living? And how can you re-create old stuff for a living if you have zero skills? I'm in love with the pro crew on this show, but the fact is, they're the only ones nine times out of ten who actually know how to do things--and usually it's their work we're looking at in the final product.

What a wonderful gift! When I was little, I thought that marzipan fruits and vegetables were so magical. (I still do.) I would've loved your grandmother, illdoc.

The chyron said Manson and JJ said Manson (not that she ever mispronounces people's names!), so I assume it's Manson. She gets them wrong, but the producers usually get them right. Yeah, but that might be another Kokka Coleman. It's a pretty common name. ;o) I've gotta Google. I only see the first link. ETA: Yeah, it's definitely Manson. I Googled, and it's one of her AKAs.

Barbara Billingsley! My absolute favorite scene (of many) in Airplane! And don't call me Shirley. ETA: I'm lying, I realized. My absolute favorite is when Lieutenant Hurwitz, the soldier in the bed next to our hero, who thinks he's Ethel Merman, throws off the covers and it really is Ethel Merman, belting out "Everything's Coming Up Roses." Ah, memories. Those were two scary women, especially the one named Manson. And the one whose car was destroyed was named Kokka Coleman. Pronounced almost exactly like Coca-Cola. I'd've loved if the cousin's name were Pepsi Manson. But no, sadly. Kokka introduced herself by saying she owned many properties (in Ohio?), including a beauty salon, but then she claimed she needed to sell that old beater car to afford to feed her children. Pick a lane, Kokka. The thing is, I thought she had a legal basis for her claim, much as I disliked her. She entrusted the car to her cousin on the promise that it would be garaged, and it wasn't. JJ kept saying that it'd be a reasonable claim if the car had been destroyed by the elements. How different from a weather-related act of God is a tree falling on your car? That's nature, too. It might even have been caused by something weather-related--a lightning strike, say. Her logic seemed a little flawed. Oh, also, in the hallterview Kokka claimed that the Manson cousin could never be trusted, was always trying to hurt her. Which seems like a pretty good reason not to have her of all people babysit your car. Maybe it's me.

Jzenita, I think. It's a pretty good Scrabble score, if nothing else. You got all the rest of it right, though. ;o)

If by children you mean middle-aged. I had to laugh when Reza said, last week I think it was, that they'd all gotten to the age when they had to choose their paths in life. No, honey, that was twenty years ago. You must've been too drunk to notice that particular ship setting sail.

Rouladen sounds very delicious! I may go hunting for a recipe as well. Actually, gatto is a real word, just not in French. It means "cat" in Italian, which would make for an interesting cake. I wouldn't give the closed-captioning robot that much culinary credit, though.

You don't need any kind of degree to say you're a doctor. You do need an MD to actually be a doctor. Which is precisely my point about Carole, which I'll drop now.

The Lord probably doesn't have much to do with it, but this is good news for my friend who does bookkeeping at the local dermatologist's office. Now that she's "rolled under the umbrella" of medicine, she can go around telling people she's a doctor! Seriously, I don't think that's how professional journalistic credentials work.

Oh, sure, I know that. I've seen the photos. But being on location to provide support services for actual journalists doesn't necessarily make you one. Like showing up at Cape Canaveral to watch a space launch wouldn't necessarily make me an astronaut. I just think that Carole has been dining out on an inflated résumé and the accomplishments of other people for a long time. IMO, of course.

Bingo. Having worked at a couple of magazines in my time and been the person who turned these sorts of "interviews" into publishable pieces, I'd bet you anything that it was the editors who did most of the actual work that didn't involve having lunch and cocktails. I would also take issue with the term "journalist" for what she did in her TV job. I knew someone who was a producer in the early days of 48 Hours, and most of what she did involved scheduling, arranging for transportation, securing locations--kind of glorified secretarial work. The image of a combat journalist is very glamorous, but I have a feeling there wasn't a whole lot of journalism involved in Carole's job. I could be wrong, but I think she's a poser through and through.

I agree with the bolded. I also believed that it was a scam to conceal funds when applying for disability. So by having the daughter take the money, the $18K was protected from both legitimate government scrutiny and from Mom's own well-founded fear of drinking it away. Keep making your kid parent you. When does she get to step down off that particular crazy train? I can't imagine what you must have gone through, AZ. There are never the right words to magically erase someone's pain. I hope things are so much better for you now.

By her own admission, the mother has been a lifelong alcoholic. She gave the settlement money for the daughter to hold because she couldn't trust herself not to blow it all with her bad choices, also by her own admission. Daughter obviously to some extent had to parent her own mother for most of her life, continuing into the present. If she got $4K for her troubles, I'm okay with that. Some of those hard-eyed looks the mother was giving JJ were scary to see. I wouldn't want to be a little girl targeted with that potential rage. And I wouldn't want to be spending my childhood picking up and cleaning up my drunken mother. That girl has my sympathy. Makes me feel grateful for my own relatively carefree youth. Sorry yours was harder, AZChristian.