...and the best part of those who hover is that THEY are the ones who fear piss on the seats the most! Yet they are the ones causing said piss on seat!

When I had corrective double-jaw surgery a couple years ago, my surgeon was kind enough to whack off my septum and move it into its “new” center position (it was already deviated). Interestingly enough, she told me NOT to blow my nose, but picking it was acceptable for the first 6 weeks of healing.

I use a $30 boar bristle brush. I am not tossing that because it is “dirty.”

Too goddamned long.

I spent 45 minutes on a cardio machine with a TV in front of me—with what appeared to be an unusual amount of crimes involving men killing women/children.

I want to feel pity for him...but the man almost died because he failed at carrying out basic tasks needed to keep his body functional. If he struggles to keep himself alive, what did he expect from her?

That is a scream for attention.

Ditto. I just lost my Great Granny a week shy of her 102nd birthday in May after a year of being bedridden and suffering.

Sadly, one does not even have to cosplay to get grabbed. I was groped/goosed at Origins...and I was just wearing a f%^$%^ t-shirt/jeans and standing in a line.

I did this back when the FAA was under the infamous “white book” contract that was imposed on air traffic controllers. I showed up on Halloween in full-out gothic lolita regalia, complete with a white wig, platform boots, and a copy of the dress code. I spend the entire day amusing some and upsetting others.

Entitled douchebags who cannot accept criticsm are everywhere. I knew a chiropractor who threw a tantrum and was thinking of suing to get a bad review removed from a site. Beats me if he did, since he was such a terrible person that I stopped talking to him.

Yup, when this happens, I tend to end my part of the conversation and leave. If I am asked why I stopped/left, I make it clear that what I was saying must have been unimportant. If my point is important, I will blurt out, “shut up and listen to me,” or something to that end.

I give free cryotherapy to friends/family in the form of my icy, cold-as-the-touch-of-death hands. It is fun to sneak up on people, then lightly poke them in a warm spot—like the back of the neck—and watch them twitch and flail.

Nah, I don’t really censor myself at work (I transition from foul-mouthed off-frequency to super-sweet on-frequency with no transition).

I use blue lead for my sketching. It erases well with a Mono (by Tombo) plastic eraser, and will scan clean (for the most part) when scanning it into a computer.

Practice. Lots and lots of practice. (there is no shortcut)

Ironically, I am an air traffic controller who can remain calm at work under some crazy situations. However, as an amateur artist (I am good enough to sell my art and attend shows, but not good enough to be a real professional), I will lose my s*** while making art. I will lose my s*** in no time at all over the most…

I am still bitter from my personal epiphany that every single ModCloth item I purchased has needed to be repaired—either initially, or after the first wear. Buttons, zippers, crap seams, the list goes on.

I am still bitter from my personal epiphany that every single ModCloth item I purchased has needed to be…

I have gotten to the point where if opposite direction “traffic” moves into my path, I go ahead and bump them. Also, if the person is too fixated on their phone—I bump them.

You read my mind.