Well, when people are being total shitbags, it's easy (or easier) to just walk away. But when their intentions are good, but the execution is like the Hindenburg, it's not so easy to take a stand.

I need sleep. I read "Hinduburg"

There is nothing wrong with getting married later in life.

I should hope not, cause I would like to. Someday. And I'm 33 and don't have even an inkling of a girlfriend!

I often wonder if other species are anywhere near as f'ed up as we are. Perhaps they are and because we can't speak their language, we just don't know.

t ahem You called?

Marmot mothers will routinely harass and beat on their own grown daughters, to the point that if any of them get pregnant, they spontaneously abort. This is because the family can't keep more than one litter warm through winter.

There's a species of mite where the females outnumber the males maybe 15:1. The males don't go out looking for a mate; they simply copulate with their own sisters, all of them. Oh, and to make sure they don't go astray, this all takes place in their mother's womb. Then the mother bursts, her daughters all crawl off to try to come to terms with this glimpse of their own futures, and the male dies inside his mother's corpse.

The Japanese red bug's offspring are very demanding, subsisting on the fruit of only one type of tree. If they decide the mother isn't doing a good enough job of keeping them supplied, they will in essence sack her and go find another provider. After working the nanny to death, they'll pause long enough to devour her before leaving.

To name a few.

Sweet-talker...

The males don't go out looking for a mate; they simply copulate with their own sisters, all of them.

Oh, speaking of sisters, my brother and I clearly do not love our sister or care for her future, since we are ruining the family name and making it harder for her to get married since she will totally fail the background check when it's her time to be a potential future wife.

Then the mother bursts, her daughters all crawl off to try to come to terms with this glimpse of their own futures, and the male dies inside his mother's corpse.

Wait, this sounds like my future.

The males don't go out looking for a mate; they simply copulate with their own sisters, all of them.

Sounds very Ancient Greek somehow...

Sounds very Ancient Greek somehow...

Well, there are enough sisters for a lamenting chorus.

'Candyman': How One Angeleno Created -- And Then Lost -- The Jelly Belly Empire

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This explains something I've wondered for years. Chris Fosselman went to my grammar school. He introduced us to Jelly Bellies in the mid '70s. We all went nuts for them and he'd take orders and we'd bring our cash to school and buy them from him. I was familiar with Jelly Bellies long before them hit the national scene so I figured they must have started here.

Yet when I moved up north, I heard about the Jelly Belly factory in Fairfield, CA. And it seemed strange to me that the factory should be there when they'd first made a splash in the San Gabriel Valley. This explains why.

hugs and warm thoughts for Sunil. So much good stuff has already been said, I don't have anything to add.

'Candyman': How One Angeleno Created -- And Then Lost -- The Jelly Belly Empire

Being an enormous fan of Forgotten Silver, also directed by Costa Boles...I'd have a hard time trusting this documentary.