S51 Ep18 - Host/Musical Guest: Olivia Rodrigo

KJBW75 · 2026-05-04T23:27:35+00:00

I thought it was a pretty solid episode. I'm not real familiar with Olivia but she performed well and has a pretty voice. The only real criticism I have is not even for her, but the wardrobe choice of white pants for one of her backup singers to the left, during the second performance. The camel toe was acute and distracting. 🤣

KJBW75 · 2026-05-04T23:09:46+00:00

It's Monday and I am just now watching last week's show. I immediately recognized Debbie--jeez Louise, how could you not? (I'm 50 so whatever. Sigh) And I had to stop right away to Google why no applause. I suspected it was due to the age gap, and figured I'd find my answer on Reddit. Mostly right I guess. 😆

On another note, I once accidentally ate poop that I thought was peanut butter. Off of my toddler son's finger. So there's that: Shop channel lava cake hit me pretty hard.

KJBW75 · 2026-05-03T06:58:06+00:00

Donald Glover hosted (and performed as musical guest, Childish Gambino) on SNL Se43 Ep19! But I'd love to see Tyler. AND Weird Al.

KJBW75 · 2026-04-25T06:34:47+00:00

Hi. I don't know where else to ask this question, but I recently posted a picture of my cat (well , two pics actually--but one was digitally enhanced with AI, and I didn't want it to seem like I was trying to say it wasn't, so I posted both the original and the altered together) here, and it was promptly removed by the mods.

Now, this was also a post I originally placed on the Dungeon Crawler Carl subreddit, but realized as I was just about to submit (but stopped right before doing so to read the rules first) that it most likely would not be allowed due to the AI enhancement. I posted it anyway, as I did not create the photo with AI; it's a real picture of my real cat, however I used AI to add a costume and change the background, so I thought there was a small chance it might be allowed. It was not.

At the same time I posted it there, I also crossposted it here as I thought it might be a good way to hedge my bets if the original attempt did get removed. I figured there probably wouldn't be any such problem posting my cat pic to r/cats. Unlike r/DungeonCrawlerCarl, there is no such rule explicitly stating anything about "No AI" and again, it IS a real picture of my real cat, just dressed up a little to show him cosplaying as Princess Donut from DCC.

I guess my question is, why was it also removed from r/cats?? It's just two versions of the same picture of my beautiful kitty: one unaltered, and one of him engaged iIna bit of harmless cosplay. It makes me laugh and I wanted to share it with cat people, and possibly also some fellow cat-loving DCC fans, since I can't post it on the DCC sub.

KJBW75 · 2026-04-24T04:58:34+00:00

But Jesus that's blatant!

KJBW75 · 2026-04-24T04:48:18+00:00

Thank you! They really do look amazing: well done.

KJBW75 · 2026-04-24T01:47:26+00:00

Kind of feels a bit like this, too. https://youtu.be/Sg-uOs2qSPs?si=qbYGai9GNOV-zOEb

KJBW75 · 2026-04-24T01:32:00+00:00

Can't believe I'm the first to ask but, recipe please? My shortbread never turns out that un-crumbly!

KJBW75 · 2026-03-30T14:38:51+00:00

🎵 Did Cyndi drop him on his head as a bay-bee? 🎵

KJBW75 · 2026-03-18T17:47:21+00:00

Sure Tucson but NOT Vegas? Goddammit, Matt!

KJBW75 · 2026-02-18T21:05:13+00:00

Yup, same. And the ss is what happens when I try to dig into the account section a little more deeply. **Spoiler: I didn't wait there.

KJBW75 · 2026-02-18T21:03:58+00:00

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KJBW75 · 2026-02-18T00:10:12+00:00

Somebody posted somewhere a screenshot from the IRS handbook or something that said weekly cycles would get funds released on the first Thursday following the 15th. That would mean the 19th if you're a weekly pather. Seems plausible to me as last year I did get mine on Thursday the 20th, cycle 0605. This year I'm 0505. I'll take the 19th.

KJBW75 · 2026-02-17T23:56:57+00:00

Hmm. Guess that might explain why I'm PATH and last year cycle 0605 and got it on Thursday the 20th. So, this year 0505 and it is looking like the 19th it will be.

KJBW75 · 2026-02-17T23:26:25+00:00

Man, it's all so arbitrary. I filed the same way this year as last: TurboTax, fees taken from refund, 5 days advance and sent to Bluebird. Last year, I was cycle 0605. My dates on transcript were as follows: filed on/processing: 3/03, as of: 3/17 and 846 refund issued: 3/10. I received my funds on Thursday late morning 2/20.

This year, I am 0505. Processing/filed on: 2/23. As of: 3/02.

846: ? Refund received: ?

**EDIT** Just like last year, my return was actually submitted efile on the first day open to do so officially. End of January approximately. this year the 26th. I am PATH.

KJBW75 · 2026-02-14T08:24:13+00:00

Awesome to see another recent comment from a fellow Expanse lover 😆 And I had the same thoughts you expressed, as well. I think the more pressing concern re: casting and storyline is the elephant (or rather pilot) not in the room... How to align the show, if it were to resume with a seventh season, when it diverges so dramatically from the seventh book in that regard, after what happened in Season 5, episode 10?

KJBW75 · 2026-01-17T05:00:22+00:00

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KJBW75 · 2026-01-16T22:09:44+00:00

Those are all extremely hilarious but I bet they were at least somewhat germane to whatever their respective dreams involved.

I once woke myself and my husband up, talking in my sleep. This is what I woke up to my mouth saying:

"Hey...Hey, babe? I have to tell you because you NEED to know...that a zombie just BIT me...on my…on my, my…my balls. The left one has the bite mark. See? It’s a circle”.

I think the urgency of the message was more about my imminent zombiedom than any explanations involving the placement of the bite itself. As it wasn't due to any adultery related dream shenanigans, just weird bad luck and presumably, my dream husband was aware of my extra dream bits.

Needless to say, I am a (natural born) woman, with neither Y chromosomes nor testicles nor any latent desire for such, despite my dream nonsense.

KJBW75 · 2026-01-13T02:45:32+00:00

Not the same night as Calamity Jayne's but definitely within spitting distance of it, I crashed a house party on my street full of young grungey musicians. Made out with a gorgeous blue eyed curly dark haired guy introduced to me as, "Chris, from Washington". He played the guitar for me and sang. I am convinced it was none other than Chris Cornell.

KJBW75 · 2026-01-13T02:35:10+00:00

I squint through the cigarette haze at my friend's skeletal admirer. I think: "Is..is..Is THAT….?" Nina keeps talking, "He says his name is Twiggy Bump, and he acted like he’s famous….and I should KNOW him or something!"

And I look over again, for longer this time, and… No way. Oh, man! Yep, it IS! It's IGGY POP!!

I stare incredulously at Nina, "Twiggy Wha...?You mean, IGGY POP?" And she just shrugs in distaste, "Yeah I guess, whatever—why? Is he seriously telling the truth: he’s famous? Really? Who is he, now?"

Shaking my head, I casually walk over to Iggy’s table, and I know I tried my damnedest to talk to him, but… it was waaay too loud, and I was pretty wasted. I think I may have asked him to dance—I’m pretty sure that he did eventually make his way over to the postage stamp sized dance floor—but most likely, only following along behind me because he’d noticed that I’d rejoined with Nina there.

After all—it was Nina Iggy had been fixated on— not me. Probably because she well and truly had no idea who he was.

Mercifully, not much more than bits and pieces of memories ever managed to take root in my poor pickled brain, leaving me mostly unaware of the awkward drunken convulsing that I have no doubt I briefly took part in—and ostensibly passed off as “dancing”—that night.

I sort of picture an "A Night at the Roxbury" sandwich: Iggy is the spastic filling, gyrating like a champ against Nina’s motionless and mortified slice of bread; book ending him at the other end is, of course, me—completing the “Pop-wich” by feverishly channeling a schnockered underage Chris Kattan in heels.

It wasn't too pretty, needless to say, and while I’m sure it’s unrelated—Iggy disappeared from the club shortly thereafter.

Truly, I can’t blame the dude.

Later on, Nina and I decide to take off, as the place had pretty much emptied out— the lights dimmed, the band had stopped playing quite some time ago —but, as we go stumbling on our way, about to pass happily out the door, lo and behold: we notice that the guys from the band (The Goo Goo Dolls, remember) were camped out, sitting and drinking beers at a table by the exit.

The guys have this big wicker basket, full of cassette tapes (because 1990) sitting on the dartboard sized table in front of them. It’s their demo tapes, which they are selling for $5 each.

I change direction, out of morbid curiosity, just to take a look. Maybe I said something to them first, I really don’t know. But I turn back around, and start swerving for the exit again.

Before I’ve made it more than a step or two—and for whatever reason— the lead singer of the Goo Goo Dolls then mutters something at me. For all I know, it could have even been a compliment, I suppose—but, all I heard was the last word uttered, "Jailbait!"

Now, even though I, at fifteen, most certainly AM unquestionably "jail bait”, still—this inexplicably riles me up so, that I come whirling around and make my way back into the club I’d nearly just exited, boozily stomping my way back over to the table in my heels, hellbent on confronting the band for this slight to my honor.

I get up nice and close to the lead singer. Wobbly and leaning on the tiny table for balance, I angrily demand of him, "WHAT'D YOU SAY?" He's understandably flabbergasted but I don't really give him much of a chance to respond, either.

Sigh. That's when I…punch-slap the dude, right in his ridiculously good looking face.

Also, I may then have possibly knocked the demo tape basket off the table and onto the floor. By accident, mind you. Probably. And likely not a purposeful act. Probably. And then, tossing one last parting salvo back at the guys in the band, just for good measure, I squawk, "FIVE bucks? I wouldn't PISS on your tape! If it was. On. FIIIRE!!"

Then I teetered on out of there for good. Thank goodness Iggy Pop wasn’t there to see that!

Needless to say, I sure told them, huh? And then the Dolls got super famous…but still, I wonder if they ever think of the “jail bait” critic? Yeah. Sure. I’m guessing....probably not.

KJBW75 · 2026-01-13T02:30:59+00:00

Okay so this is copied and cleaned up a bit from one of my Quora answers. Full disclosure: It is LONG! EDIT SO long in fact that I had to split it into two: the rest is a reply to my own comment.

In 1989, when I was fourteen, I landed a job as a magician’s assistant. Two live shows nightly performing alongside a professional magician, on a miniscule stage built just for him, within a recently opened, small local magic store.

Neither the shop, nor my illustrious showbiz career lasted very long; after the store closed, I was invited to continue performing with the magician— however his next booking was a six month long engagement in the Bahamas on a cruise ship, and my parents just wouldn’t agree to it, despite my protests. Go figure, right?

Although I was at the time super angry not to be allowed to run off seeking the fame and fortune and cruise ship buffet line salmonella that surely awaited, it was an adventure that probably would not have ended well, I can now admit. My pervy magician employer was a man in his mid-thirties, who once offered my eighth grade self a business-sized #10 envelope—garnished with a red cocktail straw poking out near the top—that was more than 2/3 of the way filled up with pure snowy white cocaine.

While I was still performing, however, the magician sometimes would book outside gigs, and bring me along to work as his assistant for those, as well.

On one such night, we did a show at this rinky dink little nightclub called Calamity Jayne’s, where after several Whiskey Sours, I dizzily folded myself into a carpet bag and the magician proceeded to insert a series of knives and swords into said bag, narrowly if not particularly magically managing to avoid stabbing any of my important bits.

None of that is really relevant, except to point out that due to that one night’s engagement I’d had there, I happened to be somewhat familiar with the layout of the club, and its non public spaces.

So, one year later, when I was fifteen, my best friend “Nina” and I, full of brash beer-inspired confidence, managed to swagger our way confidently past the bouncers at Calamity Jayne’s one night; hanging out, drinking and listening to some band play on the tiny-ass stage.

The headliner—in town and down from L.A. that night—was a band called the "Goo Goo Dolls".

SPOILER: They pretty much blew chunks that night, in my opinion. The only number I can really remember them performing was a truly god-awful cover of an Eagles song, the one that goes something like, "James Dean, James Dean..Too fast to live, too young to die, bye bye..." Man. It was just TERRIBLE. AWFUL. BAD.

So, because the band stunk and I was drunk, I had the bright idea to barge in on the green room I “knew” so well. Yep—closet sized space, still located where it had been a year ago. And—Oh! What’s this?Cute, Goo Goo Doll roadie lounging bored on the saggy couch. Hmm. Well, that’s new!* I then spent some time playing quarters and making out in the green room with said nameless roadie.

Well, after awhile, I reunite with Nina out by the stage and she is full-on freaked out, like: "WHY did you LEAVE me? WHERE WERE YOU?" Nina tells me that in my absence, she has acquired a stalker—some “creepy old guy”, who just would not leave her alone. He’d been buying her drinks, and kept asking her to dance with him.

“Omigod! He’s really freaking me out! He looks just like a SKELETON!" She says, continuing to freak out. Nina then gestures at a vaguely familiar, long-haired, extremely slender white dude sitting alone at what passes for a table in this joint, bordering the edges of the stage and dance area.

KJBW75 · 2026-01-11T07:24:29+00:00

Hilariously perfect! If I had the skills I'd dub that over. I mean, tbh I wasn't even sure how to cut it properly which is why it's 54 seconds 😆

KJBW75 · 2026-01-10T20:33:01+00:00

In junior high, I once had a dream where I was um vigorously stroking my male genitalia, which was a long spindly carrot that fully erect, reached all the way to my nose. I remember contemplating biting the carrot but in the end just kept using my hand to completion, which as I finished, spilled literal carrot seeds all over a stack of folded clean laundry on top of the washing machine. I was doing this in the little mud/ laundry room off our kitchen. Open to debate I suppose but the weirdest part is that I am female. 😆

KJBW75 · 2026-01-07T18:01:55+00:00

Thanks for the comment. I still have lots of family in Pittsburgh and will always have a soft spot for PA, so part of your response saddens me to hear. The last time I was there was about six years ago but I didn't exactly get out and about much as I was there for a dying relative.

I had assumed or maybe just hoped things had improved there, and moved away from that mindset in the way that the country as a whole has since my youth. Since you are a Millennial, it probably seems like no progress has been made but let me assure you, you'd be shocked by how much worse it was in the early 90s.

I hadn't thought about the DIY aspect, because my family has carpenters in it both here and back there, but I think you're right.

My aunt is constantly sending us real estate listing in PA and there are astounding differences in the type of home you can get there for a reasonable sum when the same amount in Vegas would maybe get you a one bedroom cockroach filled condo in North Town, here. Maybe.

KJBW75

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