I thought everyone in Buffalo was Polish? Or has that changed since the 70s?

I recognized that it was a needle and thread, but thought that it was forming the stylized outline of a stork. I didn't understand what "stork" had to do with "stash", but I didn't find it to be a particular fail.

Ten seconds of googling got me to 99 Fifth Avenue Court, Ottawa. The street map view was last updated May 2015, so who knows what's in there now. The UPS sign isn't there, anyway, though there are still some blank white spaces.

GN, you may not know where Seattle is, but an American should be aware of its general location in reference to their own location in Maryland or Virginia. Consider the commute from Munchen to Berlin if Germany was 30 times the size it is.

In North America, Jewish people eating at Chinese restaurants is a Christmas tradition.

Thank you for acknowledging that you are indeed a nasty little bitch. You may want to remember that the next time you're complaining that no one will hire you - people really don't like nasty little bitches.

...that their own preferences are the only ones of value. Damn, I need a nap.

I couldn't care less about Star...anything, really, but if people want to enjoy something to the point of discussing it, I really can't see what's wrong with that. I would hate to think that I couldn't talk or read about things I enjoy because there are sour misanthropes about who feel that their own preferences are of any value.

You have no idea how glad I am to come in here and not see a load of "this is offensive to women" nonsense. I am a woman and I hate shopping (in and out and only when absolutely necessary - thnk you whoever invented on-line shopping), most of the women I know shop the same way, and every man I know as well. However, the very few people I know who do love to spend an entire day in a mall looking at every single thing there are women.

The claim that they are being raised right comes from the person who is raising them, so I have to take that with a grain of salt. I know someone whose kid got massive piles like this for Christmas - that kid no longer has any relationship with his overly generous father because, beyond the nauseatingly gratuitous displays of consumer consumption, he was a terrible, terrible father. And I had no relationship with my overly generous mother for the last thirteen years of her life, because she too was a terrible parent outside of the gift giving. And even if you take my personal anecdotes out of the equation, I still find this revolting. But public shaming is equally revolting, so, really, I have no dog in this fight.

Oh, and there were a couple of Uber drivers discussing Ubering on the CBC this morning. According to them, they earn between $20 and $40 an hour. That doesn't seem particularly underpaid to me.

We have proper public transit, however, I don't care for the public so I rarely take it, and I bike commute all year, even in the frosty Canadian winter. But if I've had nice day downtown with my husband lunching, shopping, wandering aimlessly for hours, I really don't want to do the walk to the streetcar stop, the wait for the streetcar, the jamming in with the people and all their bags, the interminable trek along Queen Street, and the half kilometer walk up to our house. I just want to swipe, wait two minutes for the Uber, sit comfortably and quietly for 20 minutes, and get out right in front of my house.

I actually regret watching this because I loooooove Uber. They do need to clean up their act, though. My opinion with respect to the taxi driver protests against Uber is that the cab companies should start utilizing the Uber format, which is the thing I love the most. The lower price is nice, but not the primary reason I use Uber. First, the cars are always clean, second, you can see exactly where the car is while on its way to pick up, third, I don't have to carry money or a credit card, and fourth, Uber will always come when they say they are, unlike the stinking Checker Cab company, which left us stranded in downtown Detroit one night. Cab companies start working the same way, I'll be happy to take regular cabs.

I would totally shop here, even though I hate, hate, hate camping. It made me laugh as much as the Donner Party Store Midwinter Madness Sale (episode of the Simpsons).

He wasn't a manager, he was training a manager. He then complained, and they made him a manager at that time.

I was thinking I totally want one of these things for the office, and then a better idea came to me. Something like this where you have to solve semi-complicated puzzles in order to get your candy - the tougher the puzzle, the better the candy. You know, they way they train rats. If it takes candy to inspire me to start exercising my rapidly failing brain, then so be it.

In my city there is a restaurant with a generic Chinese restaurant sort of name (Golden Dragon? Lucky Pearl?) that has a protruding sign out front that has the word Good running vertically, and Food running horizontally. The "d" in good was burned out for a while, so one side of the sign read "Goo F". It has been known as The Goof ever since - a good thirty-some-odd years. ETA: Just googled - it's the Garden Gate restaurant

Even being told that they are xmas stockings, I still don't see it. Penis-spotters unite!!!!

The movie may have been abysmal, but the Chanukah Song is awesome.

I can't believe that an adult just would hand over a pile of change. I quite often pay for things with changes in the days just preceding payday, but I count it off as I hand it to the cashier. Why? Because I'm a decent human being.

I haven't listened to this yet (but will eventually because I love John Oliver), but for whatever rationale, Canada gave up the penny a couple of years ago and I'm pretty damned happy about that. No more loads of semi-useless metal weighing down my purse, and no more taking the paint can's worth of pennies I've collected over the past five years to be turned in for something useful (fyi, a paint can holds about $50 worth). And I truly, absolutely love our toonies. When you're a coin saver, and you realize that you have $1,000 sitting in a jar in your living room and can now take that trip to New Orleans you thought you couldn't afford, well, huzzah! That is one awesome feeling!

I truly love the accent this is written it. So much so that I want to see a movie made of it :)

Whoops! Missed that. So okay, dude's a tool, though I would forgive it on a transatlantic flight.

Sure, they're blocking the loo, but they can move if someone needs it, and sometimes people actually need to do some exercises after sitting for protracted periods of time. Isn't that actually recommended on planes anyway, in order to prevent embolisms? And imagine the horror if someone started doing their crunches and stretches in the aisle beside where passengers are sitting. Essentially, air travel is a no-win situation for anyone and everyone involved.

And I have attachment disorder. My life would have been immeasurably improved if at least one person praised me with some degree of regularity. The world is not black and white, and treating each individual as though they were not an individual does no one any favours.