We have four dogs. When are utterly sick of All Things Turkey, we make rich stock with the carcass, some water, and a couple boxes low-sodium chicken stock. When the stock is done, we strip the meat and add to the pot, add lots of frozen veggies, some chopped apples, a bit of brown rice, et voila.... Dog…

If want to do something about hate groups in the good ol' US of A, support the Southern Poverty Law Center. They do a tremendous job tracking these groups and their publications are excellent. I expect they could tell you exactly who's active in the Missouri Klan.

Ha. If you're a llama, the difference makes a difference. Alpacas look like ewoks.

I'm thinking elementary school, bogartcat. Let's get them understanding correlation when they're in 4th grad, for example!

Except these are alpacas.

We have llamas and they aren't any drama at all! They don't spit at humans, either, when properly trained. They give sweet kisses and like to look into the windows while I do dishes. I say, invite them to your wedding! They'll be better behaved than some of the human guests.

For our first Valentine's Day as a married couple, husband got snipped. So I did what any good wife does: I sent him a dozen roses and a singing telegram during the surgery!

Years ago, dear husband and I were backpacking in the Himalayas and saw many a half-naked child 'sporting the Pooh,' as we quickly came to call the style.

Amen. Cognitive bias can be a pernicious thing. I don't know how much metacognitive awareness can mitigate it, but we should at least try to make people aware of this fundamental human trait.

She has to be in terrible pain, Media People, so leave her alone.

I use old fashioned taxicabs and I'm proud to say I've never given one damn dime to Uber. Also, fuck you Ashton.

Principal: "Nothing appalling" about my astounding ignorance when it comes to racial history in my home state.

Really, what's more relaxing than sharing a glass of soda with your spouse in a strip club?

His grammar is the least of it. The comments about 'digging up dirt on journalist (sic)' and his defense of those Uber assholes makes me want to stab Twitter.

I just can't ever get past the fact that Mariah Carey's son is named Moroccan Cannon. I think of rusting 18th century arms sold in Marrakesh antique markets.

You did a great job of explaining Gamergate as a new grievance movement.

They're the anti-Kimye.

You got it wrong. The boys got drunk and raped her. She didn't get drunk/drug herself silly, then force others to rape her, then plaster the Internet with pictures. Let's put the blame where it belongs: on the perpetrators, not the girls.

Is there any way to donate to this young woman? I can't Windex the internet, but I'd love to send some cash for her college fund.... and a vacation for her family, too, because goddess knows they'll need it.

I haven't laughed this hard in ages. I'm so glad I don't teach school because I'd have a hard time getting through the first day of classes without saying, "Your parents named you WHAT?"