I happen to like my polar fleece vest’s combination of core insulation and arm cooling. If I’m doing anything active I need to radiate, but in certain conditions I still need my torso to keep warm. Also, when I’m skiing and it’s extra cold out I like to use it as a layer.

It’s the Cleric Conundrum, still around after all these years. “Man, our group would be much better if we had a healer.” “Me? Play a healer? BORING!”

Kind of a bummer that all her transition seemed to do is make bigots realize that they hadn’t hated trans people enough until last year. I feel like five years ago, the general consensus among jerks was “sex-changes (what they called it when I was a kid, THIRTY YEARS AGO) happen, and it’s not common enough to be upset…

Eh, the stroller thing sounds like your usual old man grump combined with a little celebrity entitle. I can’t be mad. Also, I agree because I don’t have kids and I hate sidewalk hogs.

I don’t know how many times I’ve been out at a Thai place and my friends are all, “Let’s get Pad Thai.”

I was once the groom in a marriage ceremony in Jamaica. At one point right before the start of the situation, I turned to the photographer to tell him something logistical that he might want to know. He cut me off and said, “This is gonna be a nooo-pra-blem wedding, mon!”

Duh, it’s the little guy that helps you with Word!

My first job out of college was at an asphalt plant. I was in charge of sifting gravel and baking asphalt samples in a 3000-degree furnace in uncooled shipping containers. On top of all that, the guy that was supposed to train me in all the interesting parts of the job got fired between my interview and my start date,…

Back before they changed conferences, Iowa State used to love it when we underdogged a win against Nebraska. To Cornhuskers, it was just a guaranteed win they could sometimes get surprised by, not a rivalry.

I keep trying to win it from Taco Bell. My digestive tract wants me to pre-order.

As I see it, the only time I wouldn’t want it is when I’m driving home wearing wet swimming trunks. That was pretty rare even when I was a teenager.

Now is the time, go find a group! Even better, grab the starter set and get your Risk friends to play.

harsh.

Where’s the Beef? Day 3: South of Breckinridge in the shadow of majestic Mts. Lincoln, Silverheel, and Bross. I will choose to think of Shia on top of Mt. Bros.

OKAY! Fine! I’ll buy it this weekend, you can stop trying to make me want to.

Well I guess it’s nice they’re just being up front about it instead of doing the whole ‘make it so hard to get one it might as well be illegal’ thing. I wonder how many laws like this are going to get passed this year in the hopes of a Trumpublican SCOTUS nomination.

Day 2 of what I’m calling “Where’s The Beef?” in which I actually pay attention to where the hell Shia is tweeting from. Janky looking house with a pickup and portapotty out front in the middle of nowhere.

Today is the first time I was curious enough to check the coordinates, and it’s a random wheat field outside Denver. Betcha a dollar it’s a connect-the-dots when it finishes.

Power, of course. That’s a little anti-personnel laser on the swivel, and the main lasers have too much bulk to swivel on a fighter. C’mon man, this is like Technobabble Handwaving 101 here.

If Thor Bjornsson ever went feral, we’d be dead before we knew it.