The more I stare at the lower half of this the more it looks like an M.C. Escher picture.

Okay, I have an oddly specific one: Getting pet tear stains out of bedding and clothing. Some breeds of cats and dogs are prone to that rusty-colored discharge and so is my muttly, mystery cat. I take measures to keep her eyes clean and free of irritants as much as I can, but inevitably a few ruddy feline tears are…

I'm always interested to hear how people explain important issues to others. I have one of those minds that tends to leap ahead of my mouth and some people say they have a hard time following me (whether I'm trying to explain something in an academic manner or just telling a story about my day.) Scripts and soundbites…

I love a good New Orleans story. That weird place just warms my heart.

I have a friend who lives and works in Manhattan and has gotten the idea to start a blog called "Babies in Bars" based on how often she sees this sort of thing there.

UGH the cargo shorts. Even guys make fun of other guys for wearing cargo shorts (which is the only reason my SO finally burned his last few pairs). By age 20 there is NO REASON to have not gotten the memo on excessive cargo short wearing.

Not to mention the job market for new lawyers is limping it's way out of rock bottom right now. I know two people with JD's from a top 15 law school who currently work as bartenders. One graduate from another top 20 law school took over a job I held with a BA when I left. It's depressing.

Right? He says it himself: "Life events, such as birth, divorce, death of a loved one and other emotional highs and lows are obstacles to success..." Because dudes literally never experience these things, right?

Ha, nose. Not to mention there is a windowsill right over my bed, so I've woken up to her literally using my head as a step stool to get up there.

Ha! I had to explain to a guest just yesterday why I sleep with a squirt gun next to my bed.

I feel bad for the witnesses too. Thankfully he didn't feel compelled to take any one else's life along with his own, but he still foisted a gruesome, horrifying scene on some unwilling tourists. He could have taken his own life in private over the same ideals, without causing psychological trauma to people he didn't…

I'm jumpy. I'm a jumpy person* Most of my friends abuse this for comedic effect, knowing I'll flail right out of my seat at a simple touch to the shoulder from behind. My SO learned this the hard way years ago when he came up behind me in a public library and covered my eyes. I screamed so loud, it echoed of the walls…

Right? My mother preferred to spend her very limited free time with her family versus teachers or other parents she barely knew.

No, seriously, fuck bake sales. My mother was the breadwinner in our household and my Dad can cook a good meal, but not bake and anyway the guy worked overtime like woah. My mom would rather throw a couple bucks at the PTA lady's feet versus spending two hours in a hot kitchen making sugar bombs for strangers, time…

"I don't want to become a person who mocks other people." Scroll up. Here's a copy and paste for you: "[Y]ou might as well die and save yourself the trouble. Just say "Fuck it what's the point anyway. This cosmic joke is over" and throw yourself over a bridge or something." Forget mocking, you just told someone to…

I'm guessing since you can afford to travel "outside of North America" you and I live very different lives. Must be nice to have the money and free time.

I'm so glad I opened up this comment thread. Just a few days ago someone posed the question to me why (in his experience) so many more women read manga than American comics. I'd never really given any thought to it, but it's been on my mindgrapes. Of course, now I'll pick up any blockbuster manga title or classic…

Seriously, I have to admit they have the best happy face of any breed. I saw one this morning walking with his master and he was just rump-shakingly ECSTATIC. I actually exclaimed out loud to my empty car "Look at the happy pitty!" and it brightened my Monday considerably.

It doesn't even seem ridiculous someone would hock lipgloss for labias. Same old shit, e'ryday. Dye it, vajazzle it, drown it in perfume, dress it up and take it out to vrunch. Instagram it for prosperity and #vagina.

Woah, woah, woah I'm gonna stop you right there. The second cover is the work of Quentin Blake, long-time illustrator of Dahl's work who blessed the world with some of the most iconic children's book covers and illustrations of all time. The one you like so much is the bastardization. Even the 1961 cover by Nancy…