Something I’m still proud of was a diorama I made in 5th grade for Halloween. It was called the “Peanut House of Horror” and featured dried peanuts with little googly eyes being disassembled in every conceivable way on cardboard torture devices — think a stretcher rack pulling one in half, a “pit and the pendulum” device slicing into one, etc. with peanut shells all over the floor. My parents supported the creativity and humor. Other parents, not so much. But to paraphrase John Waters, you need to possess good taste to appreciate poor taste.

Complete horseshit. I had a generic fail on me once from a specific manufacturer. This would really, really have been useful information to include on the bottle when reporting it to the FDA, so that maybe someone could send out a recall through the pharmacies targeting patients who got fills supplied from that very specific facility. But that’s too much to ask, as usual.

Although he was angry after the jury was hung, Reddington said, he defends the right of the juror “to be a holdout for forever,” noting that’s how the American judicial system works.

Did you really get so pee-pants mad that you called the goddamn president? What a terrible lawyer.