I can’t find their website right now, but there’s a charity that “borrows” suburban yards to grow produce which they then donate to local food banks. It sounds pretty cool.

… which is weird, right? Because he lost his pants.

“They’re born assimilated.”

Funhouse was great. Given a choice I’d def go for that or Elvira.

a disease which has no cure

Thrill-seeking recklessness.

When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” To this day, especially in times of “disaster,” I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.

• Fred Rogers

Growing up in a rural area, my school taught us that farmers were basically god.

Man, deciding where to spend the holidays is going to be a nightmare.

Another person mentions Gerry Anderson-related topic

Slowly begins raising the cymbals

BROTHER!

Oh god, the spittoon.

Whenever anyone suggests playing Monopoly I always insist on following the rules as written. (Auctions, no money on Free Parking, building evenly across properties, when there’s no more houses left in the bank no one can build houses, etc.) The game goes a little faster that way… because everyone eventually agrees to quit and play something else.

I know, this stuff only gets published because it makes people mad enough to share it and leave comments.

But it works, I kinda hate these parents.

Well done, son!

Sadly, this isn’t true: it’s a reprint of a humor article from a zine called the Hermenaut in 1999. Editor & Publisher did a piece on it here, and it’s mentioned in Griffeth’s book Three Rocks: The Story of Ernie Bushmiller: The Man Who Created Nancy. It’s a great story though – it’s so beautifully plausible.

Predicting the famous creator/creation scene between Batty and Tyrell in Blade Runner.

… thanks?