Dude. Literally the first sentence of the body text…

Joyce Summers. That episode of Buffy was a masterpiece.

I’m a big queen fan and I love Thank God it’s Christmas. I also love Jona Lewie’s Stop The Cavalry, which isn’t really a Christmas song, but only gets played at Christmas. Bing Crosby’s White Christmas is my favourite traditional recording. Feliz Navidad by Jose Feliciano needs to be binned forever.

For future reference, and to keep you out of jail, always ask for consent before physical contact. Asking may seem awkward, or counterintuitive, but it removes doubt. Also, ‘no’ means ‘no’, and no reason or explanation is necessary.

The album August and Everything After by Counting Crows.

Good Morning Glipglorp! From the Androids and Aliens podcast by the Glass Cannon Network. It was a random bit of world-building that the players latched on to and ran with and it turned into a whole episode.

Harpo Speaks! - Harpo Marx An amazing story. That guy had a wild life!

Total Recall - Arnold Schwarzenegger Nothing happened to Arnold by accident. He is the ultimate man with a plan.

What my mother called “allergy testing.”

Basically, myself and my siblings were placed on a diet that consisted of rice cakes (the puffed-rice-compressed-discs-of-bland type) and margarine for a few days to “detox.” Then we were introduced to foods to see if we had an “allergic reaction.” Two things stand out in my memories.

1. I specifically recall the sensation of waking in the middle of the night to vomit my “dinner” all over myself: an entire plate of overcooked, boiled, green (string) beans. This meant, to my deluded mother, that I was allergic to string beans. I’m not. Unfortunately, though, I couldn’t stand the taste of string beans for about 30 years after that.

2. Going to birthday parties as an eight year old and bringing your own rice cakes (the puffed-rice-compressed-discs-of-bland type) and margarine and not being able to partake of the cakes and candy and soda and other sugary deliciousness was both soul cruising and humiliating.

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My mother currently has dirt floors.

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