Living in a very multi-cultural city, it weirds me out that people can manage to not have any friends of other ethnicities. These are my ten closest friends: white, Vietnamese, Persian, Chinese, Indian, Chinese, Peruvian, Chinese, Polish, Portuguese. Guess my ethnicity!

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I don't know what happened since then. Just explaining the origin of the joke, which, I believe, was very well received initially.

I think my mom gave me this advice years ago, but with the generic admonition that it was to let your bras breathe. As a result half my bras are nude coloured, because god knows all clothing is see-through these days.

Oh for fuck's sake. Like, silver lining, police force immediately looked into it after one complaint, but I am so done with this goddamn week and month and year.

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The tampon one is truly shocking to me, but as you noted, how would guys know that? Genuinely never considered it. Like getting turned on by a pap, or I guess the male equivalent, a prostate exam. Wait, do dudes get turned on by that?

Eep, cringe.

"And they can't even spell my name right!"

Yup. I have neither kids nor pets but it drive me nuts when I hear people compare their dogs to having children.

Yeah, I was concerned early in the series because he seemed at first to just be eyes on the Stannis scene but I get the impression GRRM is purposely sending him on expeditions to make his POV useful and put off killing him. Which is weird, since GRRM could just arbitrarily decide not to kill him, I guess.

#toosoon

If he kills Davos I will cry.

Man, I could read an entire book on the Martells alone. I think the problem is they were introduced too late and seem to take away from the main characters/houses we know.

Thanks for sharing that write-up. Very interesting stuff (echoed in, I think, Bomani Jones' twitter feed last week) about black kids in baseball.

Airplane TV Screens Might Go the Way of Portable CD Players

Oh, I have. He's actually appeared worse than the numbers, but it looks like Thole's days as a personal catcher may be running out.

Apparently catching a knuckleball is even harder than hitting one.

Seriously. I travelled a lot this year and became that guy who, after a suitable amount of time in anyone's house, casually asked about their wifi. I love it.

Ugh, my new work doesn't allow us to connect to the office wifi very easily. I miss that.