There’s a Family Guy episode referencing that.

Your book is mistaken. It credits Bram Stoker when clearly the author is Rob Zombie.

I was going off of the subtitles so that makes sense.

I bet if we keep trying we can come up with further incorrect spellings.

Oh, I see. I never watched the older ones. I’m honestly still not sure whether I like them, but I like some of their (newer) videos.

Thanks for explaining, as well as teaching me how to correctly spell his name!

Presumably that’s a reference, but I don’t get it, sorry.

I didn’t get this until I read the description, so thank you for providing that.

On a related note, you might like T, but I like U.

This guy kinda looks like Reese from ODS.

I love hearing my six year old’s thought processes for the same reason.

Also, an early model looked like a SNES vacuuming your floor.

A good way to break the unending question sequence is to ask them what they think about whatever they asked.

“Why is your hair long?” “Well, why do you think someone might have long hair?”

It is usually safe to assume that I was.

Ah, I remember the days of sharing the bed with dogs. Those were good days, but I don’t miss the smell on the bedclothes.

As a teenager / young adult, I had never heard (or at least registered) this song. In that timeframe, I once visited my older sister and her husband, who at the time had a pretty large collection of cats.

At one point, I stepped away from the group and, on my return, encountered one of these cats just hanging out around the corner from the gathering area. I said to it “what’s up, pussycat?” just to acknowledge it. Immediately everyone in the main room, from which they could overhear me, responded “whooooa-oh-oh-oh!”

Without the context of knowing that song, it was very confusing and almost alarming.

In my case, the phishing tests originated with the organization that owns my employer, rather than within my employer itself. Our email states are entirely distinct so, while we can report the emails, no one would ever care.

… You must be one of my co-workers. Except that we just delete ours rather than labeling them.

I, like most lemmings, object to the idea of having my bed be cloud connected … But putting that aside, couldn’t the bed just be unplugged? I don’t know if that would solve the angle problem, but surely the bed needs power to generate heat.

Nachos sound like a terrible pillow, and if yours start purring you probably shouldn’t eat them.

Jokes aside, that’s cute, thank you for sharing.

Fair enough.

I don’t really let my cats on my bed because they used to pee on it regularly, but they do often sleep with my six year old and that kid is definitely not quiescent in their sleep, so I suppose you’re right.

I’m not young - I’m 38 - but I don’t believe I’m middle aged yet. Wikipedia notes that there is not an age officially stated to be middle aged, but it’s commonly said to start at 45.