I knew a guy in Reno around 1990 who had a Yugo. I rode in it once. I remember thinking it felt like a toy.

My particular beef is with video ads at gas pumps, especially when I can't figure out how to mute them. One of the last moments of calm left to us, and they have to blast us with bullshit in the middle of it.

I volunteered at the museum for several years, and I was there just a few weeks ago. I love it so much.

Sadly, though, they sold the studio building a few years ago.

GODDAMMIT

"Why is there a watermelon there?"

" . . . I'll tell you later."

That's always been my rule: get the absolute very best that I can afford, and then run it into the ground.

Here's what's always annoyed me about TPM.

Tatooine is a major trading post for the Outer Rim and gets commercial traffic from all over the galaxy. Which means they would have moneychangers.

Wouldn't it have made more sense for Qui-Gon to just find the local office of the Banking Clan?

What an incredible doofus. Her career is over. Nobody will ever hire her again for anything with any responsibility. And all for a crook who'll barely remember her name.

I'm always intrigued when a tall building has intricate detail like this up near the top, when at the time it was built it was unlikely anyone would ever be able to see it.

That lettering! <swoons>

My GF says, That's a found poem there.

Awww, that's adorable.

I LOVED the Gong Show. It was the only show I ever got punished for watching.

FFS, Candace, nobody's going to want to kill you. You're nowhere near important enough.