We bought prepared Thanksgiving dinners the last two times, and guess what? Between reheating and prep, they’re almost as much work as a DIY feast. Our only takeout this year will be the traditional Costco pumpkin pie.
Twenty-two years on, one scar’s still tender to the touch: the failure of our intelligence agencies and leadership to prevent an attack anyone could have seen coming (and many did, including me).
My dyslexia is not the normal kind.
I think in the future we’ll look back on this era of pronoun experimentation with embarrassment.
This morning I looked up shiggy in the Urban Dictionary. Turns out I was pretty close.
Poor Anthony … all he wants to do is roll around on the floor with his pals!
You know what I meant by Church Lady, right?
Until today, I assumed any college prof or magazine editor would be able to spot AI-generated material from a mile away.