Jon in Pasadena

If she were wearing those leggings? Oh yeah. For some reason, striped leggings on a chick always, um, "get my attention", shall we say.

Ah yes, the big (head) boss.

Good luck on the promo/raise. That's exactly what I got last month. Oh yeah, and then the company's reaction to Obamacare kicked in and my health insurance premiums went up by 50%. Yay, bonus. By any chance does your boss have pointy hair?

Aluminum melts at 660°C Why do I know this? I once had a TA put our aluminum sample trays into a baking kiln set for 670°C

No.

One of my many self-imposed life-rules: If, while in South Carolina, someone says to you "Hey, let's go into the woods" you should politely demur. Then run like hell.

I find it weirdly hot.

Close....but it's actually NGC 7293 They do look pretty similar.

Wow... I might have been severely misunderstanding what they meant when people always talked about Pat Kaleta "turtling" ...

Do we like the child? j/k Seriously, unless the car is filled with liquid helium or something, the kid's not going to die of hypothermia from sitting inside it for a few minutes. But s/he very well might perish from getting squished by an inattentive driver (or even by an attentive one out of sightline of the child.)

Heathen.

Your daughter is very cute, and obviously enjoys carrying a few extra coulombs of electrical charge. Love the Harajuku Mini Mini shirt.

Just wanted to say that I have absolutely no idea what a Cugalabanza is, but the word is so darned euphonious, that it's really caught on in my house recently as a sort of catch-all replacement for a variety of naughty words. Examples: "There are a lot of friggin' Cugalabanzas out on the roads today!" "Ooh, he just took a nasty shot to the Cugalabanzas!" "You are such a Cugalabanza!" ...etc. So my heartfelt thanks to whomever invented this useful euphemism. (And no, I'm not paying you any royalties, you Cugalabanza!)

Yep. IIRC Plummer speared Holmes square in the chest with the crown of his helmet. That play changed the whole complexion of the game. I remember being pretty pissed off.

It has a lentil aftertaste.

Damn. That hits hard. I want to believe that somewhere out there there's a corner where Lou's still waitin' for his man.

Says the guy who lives in San Francisco by choice... You might be onto something. I remember we had two gym teachers; an old guy and a younger guy. The old dude definitely gave off a Sandusky vibe.

Wait -- you're not implying that there are people who actually don't blow-dry their penis, are you? Next you'll be telling me that it's unheard of to use conditioner and tie on a big red bow..

Yeah, I remember that. Always thought it was pretty damn weird. IIRC, technically swimsuits were optional for the guys too, as long as you wanted your life in Middle School to be a complete living hell (even more than usual, I mean.)

Only if he's on the Bills. If an opponent makes a good play it's proof that our coaching sucks. Get with the program!

Nope. There's a lot of really really odd stuff in my head, but this time it was verified by external witnesses. (At least I think they're external. Cue Inception theme here.....) Are you sure?

OK, so I am a total beginner when it comes to the game of Golf. I mean we're talking complete duffer here. Never took a lesson, use a random assortment of clubs & balls, etc. Nevertheless, I occasionally meet up with a buddy at the local par-3 and hack around for 9 or 18 holes. Every time it's the same thing -- my tee shots either hook, slice, line drive, kill birds, get lost in trees, go off cliffs (the course is on a mountain) -- you name it. My pitches go over, under, around and generally everywhere except onto the greens. And my short game... well let's not even go there. So basically my game is horrible.....until last weekend. Last Sunday I'm out with my usual partner in crime and just to mix it up a bit we snuck a 6-pack onto the course and split it over the first few holes. Instantly events turned surreal. Suddenly I'm hitting towering drives off the tee, straight down the fairways and more often than not landing on, or right next to the green. Every time. My pitches are chipping up perfectly and stopping within a make-able putt of the hole. And my putting is nothing short of miraculous. I mean, I'm sinking multiple 20-ft putts. Nailed a 30 footer for par. Got a tricky 15-footer where I had to curl it in due to an up/down slope. My buddy is like freaking out, as was I. Obviously I carded my best round ever. Now everything was the same as usual; same equipment, same course, same time of day, same golfing partner. The only variable was the beer. So my questions to those more knowledgeable than me in this area are: Am I the only one who's experienced this? Is beer really *that* powerful a performance enhancer for Golf?

Yes.

I knew a kid in College who went this way.

Yes. And yes.