You see, the thing about heaven is that heaven is for people who like the sort of things that go on in heaven. Like, well, singing, talking to God, watering pot plants.

Those tasty chips you enjoyed as a child? They were lead paint.

I have two stories, the first is my sister's.

I was on my way to the Muses parade in New Orleans a few years ago. It was on my birthday and I was having a great time walking with friends and family when I looked down and found a $50 bill.

"Even Tracy Morgan seemed terrified of her."

Doug is currently residing under the elevators at the Beverly Center in a nest of newspaper and bile, biding his time.

Last night my nutjob instructor (back at school and I have to take a bullshit class as a prerequisite called "Dimensions of Wellneas" and it's taught by a wacko) started talking about how vaccines cause autism and there is no reason children should receive 30+ shots. I've managed to keep my cool when she's spouted…

Exactly. Its like when some psychopath shoots up a school everyone rushes to blame TV, movies, video games, guns, politicians, and culture because they can't accept a world where bad things just happen.

There is absolutely no good damn reason on the friggin planet to publish anything about Hilaria Baldwin. No one cares.

If you would like to share that quote, I would like to hear it. Thank you.

Personally, I want to take people who say that, "but those disabled people are so nice and inspirational!" (as if that's somehow an argument against eradicating a illness) and beat them with a stick.

Well, one thing that I think contributed to me changing my mind was the fact that I worked exclusively with people who were in their late thirties and older. This means that I worked with people who were about to or had lost their parents. They all had siblings that were heavily involved in their care. (If they…

It's a lovely video, and, as a person with a family member with Down Syndrome, I can attest that people with it can live a good life. But, it is completely disingenuous to brush aside the very wide range of abnormalities that come with the syndrome and pretend that it's not that big of a deal. It is a big deal. For…

To be clear, my brother has a job, lives in a group home, and has a girlfriend. A lot of people reading this cannot claim the same level of independence.

My older brother has Down Syndrome. There have been rough days in my life where he has been almost the only source of faith I have in all of humanity. People are awful, my brother never disappoints me and never fails to inspire me.

I'm with you on that. Change the cat box? Yep. Investigate why the gearstick sticks when going into 3rd? No problem. Write a letter to the city council about not receiving a new plastics recycling bin? Of course.

I will watch Jon Hamm do almost anything. Wait in line at the Post Office? Yup. Watch a marathon of Keeping Up with the Kardashians? Why not! Auto tune cry? Absolutely. He can do no wrong.

Just wanted to give a shout out to defibrillators. Don't know if they directly saved Peverley's life, but they can't hurt. I teach elementary aged kids and we have one in our school. It is almost impossible to screw up using a defibrillator on someone.

Last weekend wasnt quite sxsw.
There was still parking and nobody wearing white sunglasses. And no men wearing their sister's jeans.

My wife and I are a server's dream - when we see a table with a messy child or children who leave food all over the table and floor, don't push the chairs in when they leave, spill things everywhere, etc., we tip over our usual 20% because we generally figure shitty parents = shitty tippers.