That's actually the naming convention that they decided for dwarf planets. Since the big 8 are primarily named after the Greek/Roman gods, dwarf planets get the names of gods from other cultures

I feel these feels.

My dad and my brother are both HUGE art geeks, and they've both studied art history, so thus I have been to many, many art galleries with them.

This might seem a little fluffy but I'm going to throw Howl's Moving Castle in here:

Safe!

It must not snow much where you live, because you clearly have not have had the extra fun experience of driving down the highway when a six inch hunk of snow off some asshole's roof goes flying into your windshield as he finishes his merge directly in front of you.

I'd agree on that one. Winter tires are awesome to have when the road has gone to ice. But I can see a cost/benefit analysis coming into play though, if you live in a region that doesn't regularly get snow that sticks around, because you can manage in all seasons if you have to.

They did the whole flower tossing ritual at my aunt's second wedding a couple of years ago. You would have thought the thing was radioactive based on how the single ladies of the wedding reacted to it. There was jockying for position - to get as far back and to the the sides of the room as possible, so as to have the…

My aunt had kids and cap guns at her second wedding. This went about as well as you would expect.

Polymer Clay

Even this explanation still leaves many things unanswered. Primarily, that laundry detergent smells like soap (and whatever scents they put in the mix.) Even those scent free ones still smell like a product you use to clean things, and none of them, not one, smells like food.

You also wouldn't get the experience of customers taking off their clothes in the middle of the store to try stuff* on, literally feet from an open change room.

Have you heard the Doo-wop version of this song? Somehow it's almost catchier than the original:

yaas

Same here friend. I am very much looking forward to it

Or in my case, paying someone to constantly attempt to murder you by tripping you down the stairs because you are not allowed to leave their sight at any time.

she would appeal any cat decision "on the question of whether a cat is capable of love."

... This was on of the very few songs my dad always skipped when playing Monty Python albums in the car on long trips when we were kids.

I had one of these as a teenager. Skin picking is now deeply ingrained in my bones