GeckoDeLimon

I am not John, but my college roomie was going bald at 19. He said you can be overweight and have a girlfriend, bald and have a girlfriend, but not bald and overweight.

So, yeah. Buy a good pair of running shoes.

We also live in an age where the current generation of active childbearing families has no memory of polio or smallpox. Their only touch point is a faded injection site scar on the arm of their parents.

These families have very little fear of dead children, but they DO have a fear of mentally handicapped children. That, they've seen.

We don't have a sommelier, but we do have a magnificent fromagère. It was a miserable March winter and I was thinking on making some fondue, so went in and asked for a good sized chunk of Emmentaler. He stared at me for a good five seconds, and said, "no."

And then he went over to a refrigerator and cut me a sample of something completely different. I'll be damned if it didn't end up being the most killer fondue I've ever made. I wish I could remember what the hell it was. Seriously.

Hunh. It sounds like Colin Stetson's bass saxophone, played down about a fifth.

You kinda expect the balding twitchy guy from Ally McBeal (whose name escapes me).