TheNerdyMel
TheNerdyMel
TheNerdyMel

I would gladly pay the extra 25, or even 35, percent if it actually correlated to an increase in the quality of the bacon. (Does anybody else remember when bacon had more meat than fat? It wasn't a lot more meat, like a 60-40 split, tops. But these days it's getting close to 70% fat. Inedible.) But looking at the

Absolutely terrifying to think that someone like that has power over people's lives.

I'm pretty sure that every state has a division of the Judicial Qualifications Commission, since they'd be responsible for administering that test I was talking about, but I haven't checked, have limited law experience, and so cannot speak definitely (on the Internet, I tend to speak rather like one of Heinlein's Fair

Replying to myself because I can't find the edit button. Here is the form to file a complaint against a judge in Georgia:

I got really mad and thought to myself, "In my state, you'd file a report of misconduct for this crap with the JQC." So, I found the complaint form for Georgia's Judicial Qualifications Commission here:

Up here in NY, you can file a complaint regarding misconduct, and it gets reviewed and the judge may or may not be removed from their position and further action may or may not be taken to correct judgements made by said judge. I would be utterly horrified to find that any state did not have a similar policy.

With the Rocher? Phew, she has expensive tastes. I did too as a kid, but my mom had some really neat ways of handling me— One year I asked for some commercial candy egg gift set I'd seen in a store, and she couldn't have afforded it until the after-easter clearance. So, in my basket I got a $10 and a letter from the

Oooh, I'm going to steal that to terrorize children with.

I love this gif, and I want to hang out with that cat.

Peter Rabbit can go directly to jail. All the seeds Mr. McGregor's veggies came from are patented by Monsanto. We can't have Peter stealing seeds and bringing our biotech to the rabbits for free!

These make me feel uncomfortable, because my best friend (who is *gasp* a dude) was doing improv at the PIT for a while, and while the class stuff was pretty meh, when he and some of the folks he met started a group, the shows started to get good enough that I was genuinely disappointed if I couldn't go to one.

I think she's really lucky to have a mom who cares about this stuff and is thinking about it now, because how you handle those things is something she'll carry with her for the rest of her life, and it can be a source of strength for her when she has to be on her own.

But then it suddenly hit me... there is such a small window in her life where she's going to feel this free as a person. That she will feel this equal to her male playmates. Maybe a few years at most? Then that separation will set in, gradually making her feel different in small ways. In sad, confusing ways.

Seriously, most laws still dictate that all the folks with weed cards have to go smoke someplace quiet, inside, and a minimum distance from schools.

He's going to be so sad when he learns that Douchebag Culture isn't a real thing. . . .

My instant reaction was all, "That's kind of silly." But it's really sweet that she cares more about her dogs than wrinkles that may or may not exist.

Coincidentally that's pretty much what it sounds like if I get anything "warming", "tingling" etc near my body. . .

"It's a scientific fact that 72.3% of women are turned on by the Cookie Monster. Next time you're going down on her, start randomly shouting 'OM NOM NOM NOM NOM V IS FOR VAJAYJAY IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME' and watch how she goes wild!"

Well I suppose that is a change in the local climate.