My work situation is, I think, pretty unusual - very small company that hires sparingly and expects everyone to be self directed and eager to take on leadership roles. But the small sample set of millennials I've worked with are all incredibly smart, creative, and hard working.

Just went to post "I'm a Gen-X-er who likes and works with millennials; my wrath will always be aimed at Boomers" and then thought… wait. Sort by best first.

Man, so many people here don't enjoy Billy. I laugh like a hyena at almost everything he does. His weary "okay" to the "excuuuuse me?!" kid killed me. I guess I have an extremely high threshold for yelling.

Oh, well, I find myself suddenly in Europe all the time. :) But I'm actually not disagreeing with you - the morning after election day I called my mom and said "This is not good and I think I may honestly need to learn how to shoot; fortunately it looks like Maine just legalized marijuana, so I'm just gonna be stoned…

This response absolutely delights me. I'm 42 years old, I live in Maine - a hunting state - and yet I have zero experience with firearms. In all likelihood I will die with zero experience with firearms. I don't agree with you that everyone needs to learn how to fire a gun. But I genuinely love the sincere…

My mom, who will be 70 in 2017, has always said that old people are the most selfish people on the planet. She has also said "shoot me before I get that way, please," and I have lovingly told her that I absolutely will.

"Appropriately reverent" is the enemy of a truly loving memorial, isn't it?

It's been a particularly challenging and death-filled year on the personal front as well as the political/cultural front for me and a lot of people I know. So it's hard not to assign ominous weight to the year when the macro and the micro seem to be sort of merging.

I lost my dad almost a decade ago and it's still with me every day, and yet I cannot even begin to imagine losing my brother. I'm so, so sorry for your loss. A sibling is your partner in family and not having that sort of lateral support structure must be so difficult.

Me, to my mom this year: "This is really dark but sometimes I think Dad would be glad he's not alive for this shit." Her: "I THINK THE SAME THING EVERY DAY."

Oh this is so awful. My grandmother outliving my father was so unspeakably sad for her. I pray things get easier for their family soon.

Rhea purty.

Intelligence is a tricky quality. People tend to attribute moral value to it when they shouldn't. At the end of the day it's a neutral tool, like a hammer: it can be used to build a house or bash in a skull. Plenty of horrible people have been brilliant, and plenty of wonderful people have not been terribly smart.

Not being privy to all the details of what went down, I know two things:

Invariably, whatever he yells before walking away from someone is the funniest thing that could possibly be yelled before walking away from that particular person. It's such a weird, specific thing for someone to be the best at.

I was trying to be gentle

The P&R outtake of Chris as Andy telling the doctor how sometimes he just wipes, and wipes, and wipes - and yet still more poop, like he's wiping a marker - is my all-time favorite Chris Pratt thing. "Like wiping a marker" comes to mind more frequently than I would prefer.

Tim Canterbury though!

I agree with all of this.

Scrambled is actually the least-fuck-up-able way to cook eggs though.