I've got a Maine Coon Cat, and he's really, really affectionate. As in, he schlumps over in my arms and wants his tummy rubbed while he hugs my neck and licks my face.

For all his fluff, he's actually a pretty small cat under all that fur and those tremendously long whiskers.

I thought it was hilarious, and sis is obviously fun to hang around with.

If I had the time, I'd add stirring music and some actual commenting audio from the Olympics, circa Nadia's time...

Ted has hit the nail on the head about all the "second hand smoke" panic. It's not the chemicals that worry people. They don't like the odor. That's the big issue.

If only some company would crank out cigarettes that smell like chocolate. Or bacon.

I've been broke and I've had decent-paying jobs. Although I've always lived simply, I can honestly say I was infinitely happier when I KNEW my paycheck would cover my bills and I didn't have to worry about scrimping, saving, cutting back, shuffling payments around just to make ends meet.

Money doesn't buy happiness, but the right amount buys security -- and that makes me happy.

Hey, why not? They say cockroaches can survive a nuclear holocaust and will outlive us all. Kinda like Cher.

What Alex said. Also, this...THIS is "Redneck Love."

MadMolecule, that's my memory of watching movies in the wayback times, too. Also, because it was an EVENT, people tended to shut the hell up and watch. Sometimes, they even applauded at the end of the film.

I'd like to see intermission come back, though. My bladder needs a break, and I'm sure droves of folks would like refills of snackage without having to miss the movie.

So you think sending in 100 pit bulls would have been more cuddly?

How about the guys whose dance moves consist of repeated pelvic thrusts? I'm gonna go out on a limb and say "Bad dancer. No booty for you."

I've driven in Korea, and it seemed like everybody on the road had aggressively failed the driving test. Bonus: my defensive driving skills are mad l33t now.

Over-hybridized food has lost its flavor, yep. And part of the fun of eating watermelon is spitting the seeds for distance. I'd hate for tomorrow's kids to miss out on that uncouth fun.

A prime example of the difference between European graffiti and that of the US. In the US, it's just taggers writing their own names ("Look at ME!") and elsewhere, graffiti artists are actually making a political or social statement.

I think that was just use of poetic license, Rojo.

This is one of the places I'd love to visit before I shuffle off this mortal coil. Everything I've read about it makes it seem like (and rightfully so) it was exactly the same kind of bustling metropolis we live in today, sans electricity and Walmart.

I was just a kid when the "Ms" thing happened. Oh, the uproar from all the folks who hated it, said "it doesn't stand for anything!" and that "fallen women" thing as well.

It does stand for something: the fact that some women would prefer not to carry a title that refers solely to their status as the property of someone else.

When I was in the Army, a popular pasttime at "sergeant's school" was marching your platoons at each other to see who'd chicken out and call a flanking movement to prevent the inevitable collision.