Melissa Case

Brutal coupla days for the Birds.

I cannot overstate how happy this makes me.

Unsurprising, but I hate to see him go. He’s a great guy and a great player… when he’s healthy.

If I had a nickel for every time Franz Ferdinand was involved in the precursor events of a world war, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it happened twice

Yep. As the crow flies, I grew up less than 10 miles from the Pentagon. Nuclear war was seen as a very real threat; we would have been evaporated instantly.

Roast paprika spatchcock chicken á la Zahav Philly. Simple, delicious goodness.

“I see you have chicken. I also like chicken.” — Benji, the Staffy

Countering the bonkers of the world with roasty goodness: Paprika chicken á la Zahav Philly.

Christ on a bike. Fuck—and I cannot emphasize this strongly enough—Jake Tapper right in the ear.

A Pennsylvania license plate that questions, “5PM yet?”

FELT.

Just watched this like 9 times in a row. A thing of beauty.

swung on

CRUSHED

OOH SHIT

WORTH IT.

Well, gas is expensive, and food is expensive, and we’re doing a war nobody wants, but at least there are no jobs

I love doing things by myself. Best vacation I ever took was two weeks in Paris on my own. I was glorious. I enjoy my own company.

PA resident here: not soon enough.

As both a Phillies nerd and a Billy Joel nerd, I applaud this.

Every decision he’s made and will ever make ultimately comes down to him being perpetually butthurt.

Hey! Remember that time in 2011 when President Obama roasted Trump so brutally and thoroughly at the Correspondents’ Dinner that Trump, channeling all his rage and humiliation, decided to seek retribution by running for President? Good times.

That one is an all-timer.

yes and thank you for the excuse to share one of my all-time favorite tweets (from @longwall26.bsky.social)

Team Always-Daylight-Saving all the way!

Not sure why my brain is this way but (A) I can still hear that commercial in my head and (B) I immediately starting thinking about another 80s gem: Hooked on Classics, which is also now playing in my head. I need more coffee.

Baseball is a juju-driven sport. Get rid of the “good luck charms” that didn’t work (see “Dancing on My Own”) and breathe new life into things. People will learn a new song.

Thank you, Lady Doris! I feel like if something is worth doing, it’s worth doing right. :) Happy Sunday!

We are going to ours, too. This is going to take all of us channeling our collective (and decidedly righteous) anger.

I wish I had the wherewithal to share with the group; I feel we’re only in the early stages of eating our feelings.

HA. Shared with our kids and their spouses. :)

Thank you. It was (emphasis on “was”) delicious. :)

Baking in the face of autocracy: countering the madness with a lighter/than-air Key Lime-coconut cheesecake.

A layered Key Lime-coconut cheesecake. Yes, it was as delicious as it sounds.

When I am stressed, I bake. The state of the world and our Dum-Dum Dictatorship is gonna have us weighing 500 pounds, but the road to insanity will at least be tasty.

Layered Key Lime-coconut cheesecake with a thin veneer of coconut ganache and decorated with Key Limes and coconut brigadeiros.

“Who knew that the greatest threat to world security in the 21st century would come from the current holder of the coveted FIFA Peace Prize™ and the chairman of his own much ballyhooed Board of Peace?”

Everyone: “We all knew.”