Thursday miscellanea #352

I saw a woman this morning to whom I’ve been faithful for longer than I’ve even known Lea. It was crazy, with me flat on my back and lots of vibrating and squirting implements and her telling me what to do and what-not. Wild scene, man.
By the way, you should always brush before you floss. The flossing gets residual toothpaste, and thus fluoride, between your teeth. I used to do it the other way around.
Have we ever had so many high-profile college football coaching vacancies in the middle of the season like this? It’s really odd, isn’t it?
My car is giving me a great opportunity to be philosophical. (How’s that for a Pollyanna spin on a PITA situation?) It has a problem I’m going to have to solve, but that I’m also going to have to figure out as I go. I’m looking at it first thing in the morning, for 20 or 30 minutes, until I get it fixed. Driving the truck in the meantime.
My younger son just gleefully informed me that there is indeed a precise rhyme for orange. He loves words. I love that.
All of Nissan’s current bizarre design language has found its finest expression to date in the 2016 Maxima. It’s lovely in photos, but a real killer in the metal.
If you’ve been holding out for a genuinely cool night for soup, this weekend looks promising.