TheNerdyMel
TheNerdyMel
TheNerdyMel

psst. It’s an axe bass, not an axe guitar.

All I can think after reading these is that the funeral home we used for my brother last fall is really, really good. They walked us through everything with kindness, and despite having to wait more than a day to get the body, my brother looked like my brother. This made me feel really oddly lucky.

I feel like location really factors into how appropriate it is to use a selfie stick, though. Are you skating in an uncrowded park where there’s no one nearby to get whacked by your camera and stick, or are you standing in front of the Eiffel Tower creating an obstruction for a bunch of other tourists? The first

I have this issue too, so I started buying tailored scrub tops in black and now I have ALL the pockets (and have yet to have anyone, even my aunt who is a nurse, notice that I'm wearing scrubs).

I know I'm about 2 months late to the comment party, but seriously, for further reading, this book:

That’s awesome.

This story breaks my heart. What a bunch of shitty shit to have to live through.

We used to say it stood for Drum Corps Therapy, lol.

We used to say it stood for Drum Corps Therapy, lol.

The ShopRite by me still carries it.

The ShopRite by me still carries it.

Nobody ages out of DCA, and there are a couple of groups that do DCI style shows.

Nobody ages out of DCA, and there are a couple of groups that do DCI style shows.

YESSSS! This was my go-to balm when I was in drum corps and I still always keep a pot around. Keeps my lips buzzing smoothly, even though I hardly play brass anymore.

YESSSS! This was my go-to balm when I was in drum corps and I still always keep a pot around. Keeps my lips buzzing

Yesss! My grandmother kept this clock around for when my sibs and I would stay overnight. :D

I have those stickers, too! I am cool like Beyonce!

This is the hard thing with death- everyone can't just feel their own grief, they have to minimize everyone else's too.

What a great piece; thanks for the link. Dropping blou is about to be my new favorite phrase for getting/going topless.

Yay for mentioning Holly Van Vost! I had the good fortune to meet her at New York Comic Con a couple of years back and she was an utter delight to talk to.

I'm so sorry you had to go through this. My estranged uncle (who had custody of my siblings and I after our parents died) threw all three of us out of the house on multiple occasions (until rather recently, my sister, the youngest, had spent more holidays outside than in), but no, we all ran away.

I didn't notice that initially. You just made my morning. :D

Your llama eating popcorn gif warms the cockles of my cold, bitter heart.