My cat and dog do that too. Freaks me the fuck out. There’s a spot on the wall in the upper right corner of my bedroom that my cat stares at intently. I watch her eyes as she tracks whatever it is down the wall, across the floor and out my bedroom door. I’d chalk it up to her just being weird, but last night my dog…

I agree he’s not actually a Republican, and I believe he’ll eventually take his toys and go home to ultimately announce a third-party run. At this point, he appeals primarily to the lowest-common-denominator-tea-party-type. I don’t consider those folks members of any political party except the one they’ve made up in…

Yeah, that one elicited a full-on guffaw from me. It always feels like Yoko Ono is fucking with us. I imagine her plugging random words into some kind of scrambler, then giggling as she tweets the resulting jabberwocky.

“Compassionate conservatism” is one of the most oxymoronic phrases I’ve ever read (emphasis on moronic).

It sounds like your suicide theory may be correct. I heard he was armed with just a pellet gun and had constructed a rucksack to look like a bomb, but there were no explosives.

I live in Nashville too, and I’m surprised the shooter picked that particular movie and time of day. If he was interested in leaving carnage in his wake, neither of those decisions make sense. I’m curious to hear the backstory about why he chose that particular target. It could have been so much worse—thank god he was…

Wow. First, Trump had to boycott the Republican presidential forum because of that mean reporter, and now this. The baby-man is not having a good day.

Exactly! You know, I understand the colossal stupidity of anyone who thinks Trump is even remotely qualified to be president. I know they’re fed a constant diet of Fox News-regurgitated propaganda on the regular. And I get that they’re oh-so-ready to “take their country back,” whatever the fuck that even means.

I feel your Sarah Palin pain—she nearly caused my marriage to end. Because I’m too lazy to re-type it, here’s the story I posted on Jez recently:

Someone on Jez once called him Rancid Proboscis. Seemed fitting somehow.

When my husband and I first started dating, we were sitting on his couch one day, and he kicked his shoes off and propped his feet on the coffee table. I couldn’t believe what was in front of me—I was totally repulsed. He had the the gnarliest, most fungus-ed out toenails I’d ever seen and seemed oblivious to them. My…

Yoko Ono’s just fucking with us, right? Are there really people who think she’s a brilliant philosopher? Or maybe she is and it’s just over my head...

So true. That explains why they consider sources other than Fox to be the “lamestream media.” (Thanks for that moronic term goes to Sarah Palin, bless her heart.)

Exactly! You nailed it when you said they’re starving for proof because they can never support their opinions. I rarely let myself get sucked into Facebook feuds because they’re hardly ever satisfying. More often, I end up enraged, and it takes me a long time to get over the rampant idiocy. I couldn’t resist this one…

Here’s the response I got when trying to explain the video to people on Facebook: “I don’t need any of your ‘explanations.’ They hack babies to bits, then laugh about it over lunch.”

I haven’t quite reached your level of mediocrity acceptance, but it’s a goal. I’ve spent lots of time beating myself up because I’m not contributing to society, making a difference in the world or devoting myself to any number of other cliched endeavors. I’ve said out loud to my reflection in a mirror that I’m lazy,…

It’s my current beach read, and I’m about halfway through. Some of the more titillating parts were made public before the book was released, so no huge surprises so far except the room rent situation you mentioned. But I was amused to read that Hef apparently cries crocodile tears when things don’t go his way. I…

My hatred for this family—especially Sarah—is outside all reasonable bounds. My blood pressure goes sky high every time I read anything that grants any of them an iota of credibility or respect.

You’re right. They’re dizzyingly deluded, but apparently so am I. Because all this time, through each of these gun-related tragedies, I’ve felt that if just the right words were spoken, if we could somehow reason with people who think our current stand on weapons is okay, then they could be made to understand…

Me too! Except my craft is cooking, which makes things a little dicey at times. It’s a wonder I haven’t sliced off an appendage.