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Well, Rhoda has always been described as a “puppy”.

Shared lockers unfortunately also means shared liability, and where I live, at least (Silicon Valley), the parents would not tolerate the idea of their little darling getting blamed if their locker-mate is caught with drugs or other contraband.

He needs Dr. Amazo’s patented Gullibility Tonic, made of 110% pure hooey. If you can swallow it, you’ll swallow anything.

For the uninitiated, the kids, when asked who did something (made a mess, broke a rule, etc.), would say “not me”, and the artist would portray a phantom character labeled with the name “Not Me”. Reference with explanation

And celebrate by bringing your girlfriend trophies of your victories—the severed genitalia of slaughtered plants.

School has conditioned us to think in a paradigm in which a 50% success rate is judged as equal to a zero success rate. However, in real life there are many important pursuits in which the expected success rate is 50% or less. In baseball, a one-season batting average of just 0.367 would be a world-record high. For organized sports competitions in general, the overall number of wins can by definition never exceed the overall number of losses (i.e. every team which is not the victor takes a loss), so the average success rate is below 50% when counted across all participants. Salespeople can pitch to dozens of people before making a single sale. Likewise, most people will submit numerous job applications for each offer that they get. For all of these endeavors, the basis of comparison is not the 100% success rate of a written exam, but the zero success rate of not even trying.

Barbecue sauce’d for your eating pleasure.

“Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup.” Many dragons would not be inclined to hold a conversation with a human and then allow that human to depart to tell other humans about it.

Cats and dogs get antagonistic not because one is a cat and another is a dog, but because they are strangers/invaders to one another. Cats and dogs who are raised together in a home get along quite well.

What worries me is that no matter how he dies, even if it was a stroke, the nutjobs will scream that it was somehow an assassination (e.g. if he has a stroke, then the “deep state woke people” somehow gave him a drug to cause it), and a sizable fraction of his base will believe such claims.

Better than being puked up.

Let’s not forget that it’s still only early in March in the story—there are about three months remaining until graduation.

A good comparison would be the “Robber Barons” on the Rhine River in centuries past, who would place barricades across the river to block any traffic until each vessel paid tolls. And there were dozens of such petty nobles doing this, each with their separate barricade. It eventually got so bad that the Rhine stopped being a viable route for shipping. That is what happens when there are too many unregulated fingers in a single pie. In short, we don’t want lots of small road-owners each placing their own fees such that we have to pay a hundred charges in order to cross the country. Instead, we would want nation-spanning “Road Corporations”, akin to rail or air travel, where you could cross the continent on a single company’s system, while having the choice between a few competing systems for reaching most major destinations. Of course, that brings on the same sort of regulatory issues that apply to railroads.

Sadly, a huge chunk of people have made it a part of their ideological identity to be against anything that their opponents are for—if anything is “woke” or “socialist”, then they will oppose it, no matter how much it might otherwise benefit them personally to support it. This is where we get people who are on Social Security and Medicare who vote to reduce their own benefits.

They used to, but then they discovered money.

As catapult fodder, their only purpose was to slow down any invaders in order to buy more time for the Big Boss. The heroes will reach him either in the nick of time, or just barely too late.

That must be why the Russians are pulling their old amphibious APCs out of mothballs.

I was thinking of the other Pygmalion. But who will be Eliza Doolittle?

I have not attended 27 Salty Crackers tournaments, so I cannot say.

I found Spaceballs to be amusing, if slightly juvenile.

Embarrassed by the audience all gazing at her giant hottie of a girlfriend, perhaps?

As Mel Brooks said, “Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.” It’s only funny when it happens to someone else.

Pratfalls are funny. First you get a prat, and then you make them fall.

I believe that nitric acid is used as a cleaning chemical in some applications?

Knowing Catalina, she has probably spoken of Rhoda in Susan’s presence before—Cat is of the “has to make a conscious effort to avoid blabbing” sort. The knowing of Rhoda shrinking, however, is mainly speculation based on what Grace has told her about the dream-conversations with the Emissary of Magic. As for Sam, Susan seems to have internalized the “lots of pockets” description, as she imagines him with a pocket even on his hat band. Hmmm… Lucy seems to also be somewhat enlarged compared to Diane, like she used the “200% mass” transformation.