Kid Pants (my 9-yr-old with Autism Spectrum Disorder) has a school assignment to write a report on a famous person, and then present the report in front of all of the students and parents in costume as part of a "living wax museum". He wanted to do Nikola Tesla, or at least a scientist.
. . . because sometimes it is NOT about you –
The Elf on the Shelf is an elaborate hoax perpetrated on children to destroy their trust in grown-ups and train them to tolerate totalitarian surveillance.
Gobble Gobble, deranged-asswipe-who-allmost-ruined-my-life!
Why doesn't my GPS have an option for "Southern"? I can choose for the voice to have an English accent, or an Australian accent. The "American" accent just sounds way too imperious and disdainful – like there is a silent insult after every instruction: "Turn left here <asshole> . . . recalculating <dumbass> . . .…
I wonder if extreme clumsiness could ever be a superpower. Like, "Oh no, someone is robbing the bank! Let's send Weezie in there to change out the water cooler – she is sure to drop giant water bottles on their toes and trip over the custodian's mop bucket causing all the bad guys to slip on the spilt water and fall…
Welcome to the Revolution