There is popcorn that I have never imagined.
We were in Chagrin Falls, Ohio. It's a nice town, but it's aggressively quaint. They've got a popcorn shop above a waterfall and parades that come through town. It's all-American.
It's a great, free event. Parents can come with their kids, get some popcorn and balloons, and it doesn't cost a thing. It's just something fun to do on a cold weekend in the winter.
The British are so incestuous. They pass around partners like they're passing popcorn at a movie.
These have been called wonder chemicals. They have now evolved into staple stain and grease-proof coatings for a broad array of everyday consumer products, including microwave popcorn bags, carpets and blue jeans.
I would rather be eating cheese and reading Sartre on the banks of the river Seine than eating popcorn with a born again bible-belt fundamentalist Republican administration in Crawford, Texas, execution capital of the world.
Just before consumers stop doing something, they do it with a vengeance.
Cocooning: The need to protect oneself from the harsh, unpredictable realities of the outside world.
We are hungry for things that have touched human hands.
You can trust a crystal ball about as far as you can throw it.