While it certainly resonates with some of Objectivism's "vibe", that's all. It's not particularly at variance with much happiness advice from sources as diverse as Rand, Aristotle, and Buddha. You could have (perhaps more accurately) congratulated him on being "Aristotelian". While Mr. Manson might be an Objectivist,…

This is actually just footage of the Astros with an old time filter on it.

I agree. I grew up there... from kindergarten through law school, and he doesn't sound like anyone I know.

Yeah, and can the rest of it be silent, as well?

"where we socialize almost 50% of the time" What in the everliving fuck does this mean exactly?

I thought the same. Rituals are good for sleep though, so maybe while brushing and flossing try one of these?

"I am not a racist. It's the antithesis of who I am. At least in this one instance of unverified, but likely, evidence that I am a racist. I won't address all those other documented times that I was, in fact, a racist shithead, because they don't matter and I never saw any repercussions. I'm just saying, this week, in…

New Year's Eve, 2010. After a very nice pre-game of oysters and champagne, mistercharles and I got on the #1 bus in Cambridge to head back to Boston to properly Auld Lang Syne. As we got on the bus, the driver barked, "All the way back", which didn't seem meaningful until I glanced to my right and stopped so…

I FORGOT A GOOD ONE. I was on BART, during rush hour when the trains are packed. I was standing up near a woman who was sitting down. With no warning, she scoots to the edge of the seat, reaches up her dress, AND PULLS HER TAMPON OUT, it's DRIPPING BLOOD, and she STUFFED IT IN THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SEAT AND THE WALL.

I'm so oblivious I look at an empty train during rush hour and say "SCORE"! instead of using my brain to wonder WHY that particular train is empty. It's poop. It's ALWAYS poop. Sometimes its fresh poop, sometimes its stale poop, sometimes the poopertrator is still there. But its always, always poop.

I went on a whale watch in Maine with my family when I was like thirteen (and thus easily embarrassed). Welp, the waves were more than almost everyone on board could handle and the whole boat became a giant puke machine as literally like 95% of the passengers and crew started barfing, into barf bags or wherever it…

A fellow counselor at Space Camp sitting on the couch of the Ward Room (our breakroom) chewing his toenails off one by one. He was a less than socially competent individual & not particularly likable. He earned the moniker & was ever after called Captain Toenail.

This is where the hope drains out.

Amazing accuracy....fans hanging their heads in shame.

Here on the map we can see a new island off the coast of Argentina, named "Sadagascar" by the natives. To the British, it belongs to a chain they call the Sulkland Islands.

"Duffman...can't smile! OHHH YEAH!"