Yes! The “scratch ticket widows” always made me sad. All of these old ladies who came in every Friday night and blew their entire Social Security checks on scratch tickets.

These people are in a band called Biffy Clyro and that wizard is wearing a cape.

He’s never had pets, has he? What does that tell you?

Politipets.

Please let “Good Dogs Of Famous World Leaders” be a running thing.

I think I’m just in a really bad mood today but this interview pissed me off. “Oh no, feminism is too mainstream so I need to call myself something else! People who call themselves feminists who don’t work to solve every single problem in the fucking world and also overthrow capitalism every minute of their lives…

Holy shit, which Store 24? I worked at one in Boston around the same time. I was at the one on Mass. Ave., in the Berklee campus area.

Funny, because I wish Donald trump was fighting anti-Semitism.

I’ve never owned a pair of crocs until I saw these.

I think he’s trolling the fashion world.

Chafee is like my favorite pair of gloves that I lost in the winter and didn’t find again until the following summer. It’s good to see you but I don’t need you right now. To the bottom of the sock drawer with you, Linc.

It really is. Remember how a single school year felt like a damned *eternity*? Now I did a double take at my stepson- he’s a senior in high school this year, and it seemed like yesterday he was a freshman.

I’m turning 44 in July - i’s CRAZY how 1994 seems like 10 years ago and not 2o-fucking-3 years ago.

I feel so bad for Courtney. Fuck those assholes who believe that anything to do with his death.

I’m kind of digging middle age (42). I’m looking forward to a retirement home with a pub on the ground floor and grunge playing in heavy rotation.

I turn 50 this year! I was a Nirvana fan early on. But being present in music at any time in history is a gift. Recently, I read a post on my daughter’s Instagram page where one of her best friends referenced how I introduced them to Neutral Milk Hotel when they were in the 7th grade. I can’t tell you how honored that…

I have to keep reminding myself that I’m middle aged. Not young, not even “just” adult. I am the age of a parent, of uncoolness, of invisibility. How can this be? It all just happened.

Iggy Pop will always be the exception. Always.

Today my coworker made some kind of conspiracy theory joke about Courtney and Kurt, and apparently, it struck a nerve. His life had a tragic ending, and her’s is still a struggle. And frankly, punching down at a widow to comment on her husband’s death on was legit awful.

50 years old here. I remember standing in a record store (!) in a mall (!!) in 1991 I think when someone put Smells Like Teen Spirit on to test out some stereo equipment. It’s hard to believe I was ever that young. Honestly, that’s all I got.