Last year, a bunch of these were donated to the nonprofit I used to work at for our Christmas drive for our refugee clients. When the clients were picking up presents for their kids, they also got a Keurig. I felt like such an ass. At the inevitable point where the client would look at it in confusion, I would just…

Sigh. I think I'm more upset about all the people responding in earnest about what kind of boobs they/men they know/anonymous men in psydoscientific studies prefer. C'mon guys, we're better than this.

LEMURS. Thank you for giving me the subject for an hour of procrastinating.

Well played, ma'am, well played.

Right? I think he's taken, but my interest in dating has been revived. "Dating" may or may not be a euphemism.

Oh, yeah...tourist prices. I've just been informed that the best place to get it is INUA Wool Shop in Fairbanks. But don't go now. It's cold up there! Go for summer solstice and swing by the wool shop.

The prank/patients' rights debacle is at least (somewhat) newsworthy, in a sad and fatiguing meta way where you wish we could have a legitimate discussion about the issues without the basis for the conversation being a perverse tabloid culture. I can't...I can't even finish this. I'm SO TIRED OF THIS. Why did I…

Yup. Does the way he describes his partner in his bio in the back of the books bug anyone else either? "...where he lives with the lovely Parris." Why does that annoy me?

Seriously. There should have been way more explicit scenes between him and my namesake. Sigh.

That's what I was thinking...

THIS x5.

Because it is essential to hipsterism (hipsterdom?) that you view yourself as not hipster. Hipsters are other people, not you. Hipster is supposed to be an insult. I'm confused by it being co-opted by those it is meant to belittle (oh...wait...).

If you go to the Musk Ox research farm in Fairbanks or the farm in Palmer, I think it's a bit cheaper....unless you live no where near Fairbanks or Palmer, in which case, I am not being helpful at all. :-/

...are you saying I should better appreciate the musk ox socks my mom spun and knit for me? Hm.

I recently moved to Alaska. Today, I met a ruggedly handsome man who makes the most beautiful pottery for a living. I'm still reeling from how pretty he was. I know this doesn't add anything substantive, but I haven't seen an attractive man in the wild for a while now (I work mostly with women and teens), and I…

THIS.

This.

I just want to give you a hug! I'm sorry you have to deal with this bullshit on such a personal level.