South Bay to Costa Mesa and back. 2.5 to 3 hours on the 405, every weekday. For 10 months.

... but I am so pissed off about it.

... and also the letter sternly informed me not to tell anyone “for security reasons,” but I can trust you guys, right?

... decided it would be super fun to roll around on a decomposing dead rat she found at the park. Ew ew EW. I think the smell is gone after multiple shampooings, but I am still deeply grossed out.

I’m redoing my company’s style guide, and I’m working on the usage section this week, clarifying words and terms that are confusing or frequently misused.

A brilliant, laugh-out-funny response to that florid, masturbatory, and almost painfully un-self-aware Ian Mackenzie HuffPo piece:

Anyone have any advice for combatting resting bitch face in a professional setting?

... Doofenschmitz desperately trying to draw attention away from the fact that he claimed that Jeb Bush’s children can’t be Latino because Jeb is white is comedy gold.

OK, I have had it up to fucking HERE with dudes who decide they know my dog better than I do based on 10 minutes of observation.

I love these people.

So there are new tenants in my apartment complex who have a huge German Shepherd that appears to be extremely aggressive.

Over the last several months, the city I live in, and particularly my neighborhood, has been seeing more and more coyotes. I saw one myself right in front of my building a few months ago, and multiple neighbors have reported sightings. They’ve eaten some local cats, and I’ve heard stories of them snatching dogs off…

I also kinda sorta might have spent WAY too much time this week reading Jonah/Dan slash and obsessing about how they really just need to fall in love with other already.

In the one of the more bizarre things I’ve ever seen, the theatre I just went to had twice as many men’s bathrooms as women’s. The theatres are arranged in one long row with the lobby in the middle. There’s a men’s room on each side of the lobby, a men’s room halfway down the building on each side, and a women’s room…

An interesting thread on the whole “rape kittens” phenomenon — i.e., responding to articles about horrible things with cute animal pictures, happy stories, etc., in an attempt to make yourself/everyone else feel better (note: the comments are on a Jez article about some truly horrifying, nightmare-inducing shit):

Sitting in LAX, where I’ve been since about 7 a.m. because of all the hype about insane TSA lines.