According to this fascinating prediction by science fiction/fantasy/horror writer Adam-Troy Castro ... yes.

She’s now denying she told Mueller she lied, because she’s a filthy fucking liar.

Noted, thank you. Agreed on the stigma of glass pipes thanks to crack, but I’ll give it a try. I’d rather just eat the carrots.

That said, traditionally weed has made me ridiculously sleepy (something for which my friends and even my husband made fun of me for years), but since legalization I’d had edibles clearly labelled sativa that kept me far more alert. The first time I tried them I watched two long movies without falling asleep, and…

Any particular reason for the glass pipe as opposed to any other kind? (Forgive my ignorance, but I’m the guy who in college used to make makeshift pipes out of a carrot. I still think it was rather clever, but ...)

Even though I know a transport ship ain’t got no guns on it, I’d surely take my Firefly into orbit and let Jayne dangle out of the bomb bay with Vera. I’d bet he could take it out.

I’m not one of Mayor Pete’s rabid stans, but Ramesh Ponnuru is a fucking asshole. Just like all his colleagues at the National Review -- Wrong About Everything Since 1955, And Assholes To Boot. (They are welcome to use that as their slogan, royalty-free.)

If he wins the nomination (which he won’t -- he didn’t even win the primary last time, and it was by millions of votes), I’ll certainly vote for him. If he defeats Trump, I’ll be thrilled. But he won’t do that either, and then we’re fucked. Sure, I like some of his policies, but I think he’s more in it for himself…

“Summer camp,” eh? Then let’s send his kids there this summer.

Donald Trump fails to remember that he is alleged to have raped a child.

But they’ll still put all their sandwiches through their patented Deflavorizing Machine™, so ...

Her apology is insincere, the Federalist doesn’t give a flying fuck about homophobia, and they were looking for an excuse to fire her since she publicly attacked her boss’ wife (... like an idiot). Oh, and her husband is an abusive asshole.

Then there’s the sticky issue of the Krewe of Zulu in New Orleans (more properly, the Zulu Social Aid & Pleasure Club), founded 103 years ago as the only all-black Mardi Gras krewe but also an actual social aid organization to the community year-round. Since the beginning their traditional costume has been blackface…

Sweet King Cake Baby Jesus, that REALLY EXISTS?!

Similarly, every Monday my mom (who feared the slightest touch of pink in any meat as a signifier of trichinosis and eventual agonizing death) served us “roast,” a horrid overdone chunk of what might otherwise have been a nice piece of meat had it been cooked properly. It wasn’t — it was a solid-grey mass of chewy…

I’ve never been there, but I’m getting the feeling that “Skyline” is its own thing. I guess I’ll have to come visit and try it sometime (but damn, that’s a lot of cheese ... as my doctor my say, “That dish is great, if you don’t mind not having a bowel movement until June.”)

Try looking at the metadata on photos you take with your phone. For instance, when I take photos at home, a metadata reader will show my exact address. This is not a photo I’m going to want to be posting on, say, Twitter. I use an app called Koredoko to strip the metadata from the photo and save a non-geotagged copy,…

Here’s the thing. It looks disgusting, but when I read about how it’s seasoned it actually sounded really good. So instead of getting the unpleasant-looking concoction from the fast food chain (easy to avoid as I live nowhere near there), I used local chef Michael Symon’s recipe, quality ground beef, and made a pot of…

Indeed, and I use it almost daily.

You can, however, bring your own booze if you’re in a private bedroom or roomette.