Well, you know how it is when you finally find a comfortable position...

Forgot to mention: I'm from Texas. :) But I don't have much of an accent compared to other natives, unless I'm around friends from the northeast, then my "drawl" stands out.

People who aren't from the South US seem to have trouble discerning between different Southern accents (a Texan does not sound like a Georgian, who doesn't sound like a South Carolinian). But I'll admit that I have trouble distinguishing northeastern accents one from another.

Just speaking as someone with four tattoos, I personally believe that any tattoo of a logo is tacky.

I would be concerned about the safety/sanitation of the food. I don't know how long uneaten food would remain on top of a trashcan. I immediately thought of what it would be like here in Texas, where it's unreasonably hot six months out of the year. I'm sure the milder climates in SF are more amenable to this kind of thing.

That is awesome. Some years back, a ruby ring that had belonged to my late grandfather was stolen from my family. We checked local pawn shops, but to no avail. I'd give almost anything to find it, and I have some heirloom pieces that it would break my heart to lose, so I guess the point is yeah, I can understand how the woman felt when she lost the rings.

I hate the "fashion," but think that it's taking it too far to make a law against it. I always heard that sagging pants in prison indicated that the wearer was available. And a trend that is equally confusing to me is the (white) boys who wear skintight jeans that don't go up far enough to cover their business, and have the boxer shorts hanging out. Or the belted-below-the-butt look.

I come from a generation that has plenty to answer for in the fashion faux pas department (mullets, parachute pants, Valley Girls, etc.) and I still find baggy pants intolerable to look at. Maybe it's the function of each generation to piss off and look stupid to the one before it.

I am not in the least surprised that the Internet has found yet another way to help people be obnoxious. When I was growing up, I lived in one town but went to school in the next. As a result, the kids in the town I lived in gave me a hard time and accused me of being a snob when in fact I had nothing to do with the reasons I attended school elsewhere.

Anyway, we had a trampoline. We would get home later in the day due to the fact our mom was a schoolteacher. Inevitably there would be kids jumping on our trampoline by the time we got home, sometimes even kids we didn't know, almost certainly the kids who wouldn't play with us because we didn't go to school with them. One time, we even found the kids with a bicycle up on the trampoline, apparently trying to bounce while riding a bike. We're very lucky no one ever got hurt.

I believe the phrase is "attractive nuisance." Yards with pools can have locked fences, "No Trespassing" signs, and yet if one of these little darlings gets hurt or drowns, call the lawyers!

Yeah, I find that the "page down" key works just fine to scroll past posts I don't want to read.

I think it's cool that she's a therapy cat for people with disfiguring disabilities. I found her a little hard to get used to looking at, but found it a heartwarming story. But I'm a bit biased as I love cats. *shrug*

Donna, I'm with you; the first thing I thought while reading this was "Not all women have or want long nails."

Embarrassing admission: circa 1988, I owned a tank top almost exactly like the one JCVD is sporting.

My mom was an English teacher for many years, and the rule of thumb she always said was that if you can't use the uncontracted words ("you are," "it is," "they are," etc.) in the place of the contraction ("you're," "it's," or "they're"), don't use the contraction. Simple as that.

I love Bob the Angry Flower, by the way.

"We like to disorientate audiences a little with all our work."

At first this quote tweaked my sensibilities because I thought "disorientate" was not a legitimate word, but then I found this definition on dictionary.com:

\Dis*o"ri*en*tate\, v. t. To turn away from the east, or (figuratively) from the right or the truth. [R.]

"To turn away...from the truth." Interesting.

That was cool! I think I like it better than the original version.