Jamon it, jamon it, jamonemonemonmon it.

OK. This is going to upset some people, but it's about time someone said it.

Games are not culture.

"David's and mine" Common courtesy.

This kind of thing often happens because the person on the phone gets a commission for each new account they sign up. You say, "No", they sign you up anyway, they get the commission, you cancel the program, but they keep the commission.

I worked for a company once where the sales slugs would poach customers who were using a different product from the same company. Commissions were awarded even though no new sales were made.

Right. Freak in a "deer stalker" cap seen slinking about Bond Street. Seems to have a case of the sniffles. Mutters to himself.

I would not be the man I am today without his unintended results. You can take that any way you want.

Waits'

I have driven by this shop at least a dozen times thinking, "wha?"

Today I stopped by. I was on my way to another shop in search of an aluminum spatula. (Apparently, what I call a "spatula" is called a "turner" by the rest of the English speaking world.) It seems that someone has decreed that all turners must be made of teflon or nylon. I need something I can scrape hard, metal-on-metal. Lucky for me, they didn't get the memo in Mexico, because there, on the shelf, was a Mexican-made aluminum espátula. Sold, and extra trip saved.

Mexican cokes are made with cane sugar instead of corn syrup. A HUGE difference.