By

Allison McMahon
I can count on one hand how many things I like about living in Central New York in March. Four of those things are McDonald’s Shamrock Shakes. But you can get those anywhere there’s a McDonald’s, so maybe that doesn’t count. I guess I like one thing. Syracuse men’s basketball. And the Orange were on...
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pizza costume
I once threw up after eating frozen pizza. It wasn’t the pizza’s fault—it’s never the pizza’s fault—I believe I was dealing with a Killian’s-Irish-Red-inspired affliction. But, as I do with every food I’ve ever regurgitated, I swore it off indefinitely. I now refer to that time in my late teen years as The Real Great...
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Google search
What’s the last search you typed into Google? Don’t say it out loud; I can’t be responsible for the backlash from your co-workers. But was it a word or phrase, or was it a full-blown sentence or question? Today’s Google searches are morphing into more conversational queries. It’s becoming more common now for people to ask...
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Graffiti board at trade show
Do you remember what your 4th-grade teacher's hair looked like? A brunette beehive, right? Do you remember what she wrote on your report card? Didn't think so. That's because we process text in our short-term memory and visuals in our long-term memory, according to Vidyard's Marketing VP Tyler Lessard.
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Buster Bluth missing a hand
The first time I saw a telephone in a car (I’m lookin’ at you, Mr. Rosier), I thought I’d died and gone to Rich People Heaven. Anytime I see a photo from the latest camera, I wonder how pictures could ever be clearer than they are at this very moment. I think of the days...
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cat mug shot
I often come across things that make me think, “whose job is it to come up with this stuff?” Like, flavor descriptions on Vitamin Water labels, or paint color names (just what color is Anonymous?). It’s usually followed up with a “how can I get that job?”
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bridal gown
Are you caught in the Alfred Angelo aftermath? We have some ideas to help you still comfortably(ish) find your way to the altar.
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daria
For senior year yearbook superlatives, I was in the running for Most Pessimistic, only to be outdone by Betsy and, ultimately, Emily (congratulations, bitches!). I was a real-life version of Daria, without the badass boots and with much thinner hair. I preferred to play Nintendo in the basement rather than socialize with my peers. When...
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quitting job
I loved the people. I loved the company. I loved the food. Ohh, how I loved the food. Hell, I even loved my actual job. But my time was up. And, although I couldn’t pinpoint the reason, after 6 and a half secure years, it was time to move on.
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pizza
You might not have pizza on the brain as often as I do, but I think we can all agree that the guy on the street waving a Little Caesar's sign has a way about him. If I see him out there enthusiastically promoting his brand, you bet your ass I stop in for a...
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