Those biodegradable foam peanuts used in packaging must be made from corn. Dissolving them in water made the kitchen sink smell like Fritos.
Weather forecasts in the Midwest are often useless.
My wife told me today that she doesn’t know who Fonzie is.
I concluded this afternoon that I simply do not understand Twitter.
Tomorrow’s forecast calls for an inch of snow, but comes with a winter weather watch that warns of four to eight.
I was getting a little tired of the plain look for this site so I’ve added the banner photos back into the header. I’ve also changed the typefaces to Verdana and Georgia.
I used to joke about things like this when making the point that anti-abortion laws would undermine women’s sovereignty over their bodies. I guess it’s not so funny any more.
The language blogger Johnson noted that the The Economist’s style guide has been republished online.
Characters in movies never drive on the Interstates. They always take the scenic routes.
I never understood why Garrison Keillor sings the Powder Milk Biscuits song during every single episode of Prairie Home Companion.
What if instead of phones we carried toasters around with us, taking photographs, and occasionally pressing a button when we wanted some toasted bread?
I’m posting from my new smart phone, which means I’m typing with my thumbs.
Speaking of General Tso’s chicken, I made up a story a while back about its origins.
The recipe printed on the box turns out to be about the same as the sauce on General Tso’s chicken.