7/10
(Missed the name of the bagel shop, the first thing George would need as a philanthropist, and the Jack Black question (which was malfunctioning.)

In the 1970s, when my brother and I were kids, my parents tried not to stereotype with the toys. If I got a doll, so did my brother. If he got a ball, so did I.
Did it work? To an extent. He did play with the doll for awhile. Then he got bored, tore it apart and threw it over the fence.

I typed "knitting dog hair" into google and it returned dozens of websites. Who knew?

I've wanted to see it for years, but something always goes wrong. The closest I got was a near perfect condition- a clear day by the beach. I kept a close eye on the sun as it vanished below the horizon- and someone walked in front of me at the crucial moment.

It's funny on it's own, but if you're familiar with the original video, they've spoofed it nicely.

Very pretty, but I'd be reluctant to throw them.

I got all of them except for who plays the dad in the upcoming movie. I remembered details I hadn't thought about in decades.

b.t.w. Was I the only 1970s kid who found the switch of illustrators in the books jarring? Up until Ramona the Pest they were drawn as tight pen and inks. Then they switched to a more loose, contemporary illustrations. As a kid this really bugged me.

The hippopoticorn shirt made my day!

I never thought a cute story could include chopped up penguins, but it's happened.

That's surprisingly catchy.

So if chickens had email accounts, they'd get spam like:

"Impress the hens with enhanced wattlege...!"

I wonder how the popular flag colors compare to colors of candy bars or detergent packages. In a sense, all are designed with some degree of "Hey! Look at me!" in mind.

In my early teens I had a ladybug costume where the bug's face was at the top of a dark hood. The wearer was supposed to obscure their face with dark make up. I was afraid it looked too much like blackface (even though it didn't have the white areas around my eyes and mouth.) I was white and didn't want to offend anyone, especially the moms in our carpool, who was black.
My parents said I was being silly. That it was obvious the face paint was for matching the costume and that I worried too much....

Guess who found my costume offensive?
Whoops.

Reminds me of the sketch of Boo Berry before he died and became a ghost:

That's nasty.
Then again, of the four bodily humors available, blood is the least disgusting.