“I am going to eat your soul.”

At the time I wanted to be a boy, because all the girls I knew were typically girly and I was a hardcore tomboy who caught crayfish and snakes and frogs....so it wasn’t particularly damaging. I’m sorry you were affected by the same treatment.

In 1989 I had a boyish haircut, and while heading into the changing room some older/girlier girls looked me up and down and said “uh, the boy’s room is over THERE”. I stared at them quizzically and said I know, I’m a girl. And that’s where it ended. Thank god I'm not a kid now.

Also an atheist, also find this bizarre. She could probably ask for her internet witch friends/community to donate their own skeletons (though it’d take longer) though I wonder if that would pass legal muster? Some states may have laws about witchcraft that I know nothing about.

But she probably gives her dogs dewormer and tick repellant because...reasons?

The one on basic had his work cut out for him, and he did a great job of it. These last three, well...not so hot, and obviously nothing a social worker couldn’t handle.

It wasn’t as easy as all that—unless I literally stayed in my rack, which wasn’t a comfortable proposition. He spent a disproportionate amount of time just sitting in the wardroom...staring. With his mouth open. And since the wardroom was the only place I could go to sit and study/prepare, I couldn’t truly avoid him.

I think it’s a tradition that has yet to die. As less and less members identify as religious, I’d expect the military to rethink paying someone 90k/year plus sea pay AND a freakin’ pension specifically because they have a degree in theology and are ordained.

Canadian navy here, and they always send Padres as the “social worker” whenever we go out far enough/for long enough (that is, they do all the compassionate interviews and repatriations) but there are social workers ashore...which is why I’m like hey, send one of them!

Samesies. The padre on basic training was awesomesauce, everyone loved him. The three I’ve seen aboard since joining the fleet make me go wtf, are these creepers just coming along for a free trip to (insert port city here)?

Just spent five weeks sailing with a padre (aka ordained Christian of some denomination) in the ship and man, he creeped me out. He was okay to engage in conversation but his vibe made me uneasy. Total mouth breather who would sit and vacantly stare (or stare at people, I avoided eye contact) and it’s hard to not…

White sapphire for me. The engagement ring was $1000, the wedding rings were $200 and $300...basically we were more interested in spending money on other things (horse riding and road bikes ain’t cheap, you know?) than jewellery that we’re not particularly into.

I overly enjoyed the very grim statement about “tragic results” while the camera spent four seconds on some girl twerking in a bikini.

She claims her life is like a pie, but with that name I don’t think she’s fully committed.

Drivers in Quebec are both aggressive and forced to deal with icy-ass roads for half the year, and yet while living there/driving through I never witnessed vehicular carnage that compared to the highways of DFW. It was super weird.

I feel like Texas is just full of terrible drivers. I've never seen so many flipped and/or burnt-out new vehicles on the side of the highway as I did outside Fort Worth. The weather was absolutely perfect for driving...it was just bizarre. Do the cars spontaneously combust? Even in the winter?

How it feels to be a GRRM fan:

How much focus do you, personally, on any given day, put towards education of children?

Watched it on Netflix recently. Still cute even 20something years later.

I’m not sure how to continue to play a period joke into that, so....uh....yes!