Luminosity
Luminosity
Luminosity

They’re irredeemable. They’ll call on powerful publicist type friends who will write these bullshit redemption stories. They’ll act their part. They’ll tread that stage. They’ll pretend some sort of magnificent epiphany of their lifetime of bad behavior, and then other men will open them home with open arms. All will

IIRC, she ghosted him and it was glorious.

“There is pride to be had where the prejudicial is practiced with precision in the trenchant triage of tactile terminations.”

You’re adorable.

I can’t even log into my old account here (Gawker time).

“the leader you deserve.” Let him work his way back up to be a leader. He doesn’t need to swan back into his choice job after a forced sabbatical.

A witch hunt. God, that pisses me off. You wanna know from witch hunts? Please read your history. What’s happening to these men doesn’t compare with the wholesale decimation of women, literally burned at the stake, because they could read. Or because they pissed someone off. Or because they were interfering with the

Maybe I’m not cool anymore. Maybe I wasn’t cool the last time it was on either, but I can go for the rest of my life not seeing or hearing Roseanne.

One of the disturbing things about Hannibal always was how good the food looked. #thefoodispeople

A fan tweeted to him earlier this week (I follow him) and asked about S4, and he tweeted back that they were in talks, and he would keep us Fannibals informed. (I did a brief Twitter search—their search functions are useless—but ain’t nobody got time for that.)

I saw Bryan Fuller’s tweet the other day. And there was joy throughout the land.

I saw Bryan Fuller’s tweet the other day. And there was joy throughout the land.

Aha. I see what you did there.

Someone should make a spreadsheet of women finally calling men on their shit and the uptick in sex cult/taboo cult reports. It always happens. I think it’s male hysteria.

I sat there in shock election night, but I cried on the day after. Since then, I’ve been leaning heavily on my Cheetos-Xanax-Wine diet. Interestingly, I’ve lost nearly 30 lb, so the grief/stress diet really really works.

Maybe they’ll share a room with Woody Allen.

I never really *really* understood until now the pithiness and truth of my grandma’s aphorism “he’s following his dick around.”

It’s a wonder they don’t walk out into traffic. Why don’t they? Can we arrange that?

I read that Aslan was in the closet, though.

I live in the middle of MS, and AT&T U-verse, with internet and NO premium channels, was costing us over $235/mo till I threatened to leave AT&T (which I’m gonna do anyway, but not till this super duper cut rate “retention” deal runs out next year). Yay Plex. Yay Roku.