A couple of years ago I was bored so I signed up for a Conversational Spanish class at my local Community College. When the instructor started talking about verb conjugation, half the class was completely lost. They didn’t know what a verb is. A VERB.

In all my googling of cat stuff recently I came upon an article about planning for pet care after death. In addition to naming a specific person to take the pet, the article talked about making sure that person has agreed to do so and also specifying an amount of money from your estate to go to the person to help with…

Thank you. I had him shaved at the vet's office. He has super long, very fine hair that mats easily. The cheek floors are a result of the shave. That and his floofy paws make him quite the character now.

Yes, I was worried about his adjustment since I had to uproot him from the longest home he had ever had. But he's doing good.

I posted here a few weeks ago about taking in my dad’s cat after his sudden passing. Well, kitty is settling in and has turned out to be a super sweet old boy. Mr. BSE and kitty are BFFs already and he likes to share the couch with me. I think my dad would be happy his cat is happy in his new home.

And the Venn diagram of the “gotta die of something” and “pro-life” people IS A GIANT FUCKING CIRCLE.

It’s Bikini Kill.

When I was 13, I had a 17 year old guy pursuing me. It never went beyond 2nd base, but the pressure to fuck was there constantly.

Thank you. The cat is a minor issue in all of it, but my dad loved his cat. My dad was a softie at heart.

In a couple of weeks I will have a cat. He was my dad’s cat. My dad passed unexpectedly last month. It’s a long, convoluted story, but I’m taking his cat.

A guy I sort of knew in college would get shitfaced at parties, pass out, and piss himself. He once passed out and pissed in another friend’s bed. The only reason I remember that otherwise completely forgettable guy is because of that.

Ok. Let’s look at the marathon (only because I am quite familiar with distance running and endurance events). The difference in top finishing times between elite men and women are about 13 to 15-ish minutes. So how could we classify runners other than gender?

Gender integration would be the death knell of women’s participation in sport. Trans participation is unlikely to do that just from a numbers game.

Anti-trans rhetoric says Trans participation in sports will destroy women’s sports. This is unlikely. What absolutely would destroy women’s sports is non-gendered competition.

Look at any list of commonly banned or challenged books that the ALA puts out and guess who’s doing the banning? MOTHERFUCKING CONSERVATIVES.

Conservatives: We must protect women’s sports!!!!!1!!!1!!!

Mayonnaise sandwiches. As in, spoonfuls glopped on to white bread and nothing else. Just a disgusting amount of mayo with bread as an afterthought.

As a short-torsoed person I would just like to find a pair of jeans — skinny, straight-legged, whatever — that don’t have a 37 inch zipper and waist that reaches my goddamn armpits. Yes, slightly hyperbolic, but still.

Thank you. That's what I try to keep in mind. 

This motherfucker is never going to face consequences for anything. Almost half the voting public are cultishly loyal, so if he ever has to face a jury trial for anything, he’ll walk.