I just moved and all my books are packed, but there's a great quote in a Dorothy Sayers mystery about chivalry being invented so the men could have all the fun. SO EFFING TRUE. Every time I get that "I'm so respectful to women" thing from a guy who obviously has no fucking clue, it reminds me of that quote.

Kind of an asshole? Heh.

I hope I look that awesome. But my go-to song is "Gay Bar." I cannot help but dance when that comes on the shuffle.

Yeah, those of us who live in poverty or right above the poverty line usually don't feel entitled to expensive vacations. Celebrities aren't exactly average Americans.

I've decided it's ok if I dance while I walk down the street or wait at the crosswalk. People might think I'm crazy, but they smile while they stare.

Now I think one of us needs to do an art installation based on the burning of a merkin.

Frankly, what you're saying isn't true. Puns can be hilarious—at no one's expense. Linguistic humor, the absurd or ridiculous are often funny at no one's expense. The situations I described are situations that are funny in and of themselves. I think you are saying what you find funny—which is when someone is the…

Ohmygawd, yes. Or even if you're not laughing. They'll just go on and on and get more and more offensive. It is horrific.

I take it you have not heard of puns. Or the many other forms humor and wit we are capable of.

Spot on, Yoana. Spot fucking on.

Aw, it's nuthin' (blushes).

I was raised Mormon and left the LDS church in my late twenties. I now consider myself an atheist. I know there are some atheists who will decry religion/religious people, but I have to say that some of the most wonderful people I have ever known were Christian.

I can never figure them out. So I tried the audio captcha once. Just as impossible. I fucking hate captchas.

Replying to promote.

Replying to approve.

Turtlenecks have a direct link to sociopathic behavior.

My parents really, really didn't care what I did until I was in high school and then BAM! curfew, rules about clothes, complaints about friends, fights all the time—and I was a really, really good kid. The friend they complained about the most was a really good kid, too, they just hated that she dyed her hair a lot. …

My parents kicked me out when I was 18 and a senior in high school. If I missed school, though, I still had to have someone, anyone, write a note to the school. It didn't even matter what it said.

Actually, here in Utah, a person was driving and had a medical emergency (it was a seizure or something like that). The highway patrol arrested him and took him to jail even though his license was current, he tested negative for alcohol and drugs, and he kept telling them he was having a medical emergency and needed…

Slime molds are WAY more interesting.