That and What’s Up With That made my day - truly funny.

I find it extremely telling that intelligence and rationale - especially during the last three years and most especially during the last two months - don’t turn you on. I’m not sure I’d admit that in public.

I loathe myself for this, but there’s so much I want to know about Danielle. It all came rushing back to me (my interest) when she said she was worried about Mohammed’s “well-be’un.”

This show is like a skanky pub crawl; funny and different in the beginning and nightmarish and hauntingly awful by morning. I truly regret watching even one episode of this vapid sh*tshow and feel queasy when I think about these people and their personalities. 

I, for one, am really SICK of “exciting.” Could we please just have a quietly competent president again??????????????????????????????

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE pick Ms. Abrams!  Also, that LBJ school doesn’t mess around - that’s incredibly cool!

How dare you! I wish a jar of gefilte fish upon you for trashing this most sacred of easter candies! 

I hate you both. I once submitted an open letter to Cadbury creme eggs to McSweeney’s. Sadly, they did not accept it, but it was full of love, reverence, and exalted language for this most sublime of treats that are available 12 months of the year in England, a fact I discovered and reveled in many years ago. Do not…

You know that idea is the exact opposite of social distancing/shelter in place?

Strangely enough, the Becky who works at my office gives off a total Karen vibe in every other way. Cross-pollination?

Saving lives, maybe???

If you’re a rising star, why not? It’s certainly more understandable than someone like Crawford or Campbell literally covering their walls with multiple photos of themselves. Or maybe stop at your top 10-12 photos. Once you’ve gone beyond that, you’re a hopeless narcissist. (Said the woman who looks like shite in…

So much this. ^^^ We were having our living room ceiling repaired from the bathtub/shower above it and now we’re isolating in a fucked up space with everything shoved in other rooms to make room for the repairs, there’s residual dust from all the construction and my bathtub/shower - my only bath - has black electrical…

I have always found it beyond strange that famous people have so many photographs of themselves on their walls. Why, god, why???

Definitely!  :-)

Kindle has great 99 cent mysteries (and romances for the romantically inclined). I’ll simply check out the top 150 mysteries and more than likely find something to read for a few days. FWIW, I’ve had Infinite Jest by my bedside for 10 years, stuck at page 72. Now that I’ve read Adrienne Miller’s book about her…

Self Help is just about the funniest, most amazing book ever. Totally appeals to anyone who’s ever had a jackass eviscerate you in a writing workshop.

Why do you hate science?

I wondered why he just sat there frozen for so long. Thank you!  My God!

Christ. I completely missed that.