I spent my day not going home. I love my family, but mom had a stroke at Halloween, and I spent two weeks there cleaning out her house. I then spent Thanksgiving working my ass off for fourteen hours a day to help her with her diet now that she was home, and cleaning the house.

I saw this late Mindymoo, but a slightly drunk dude in New England is sending good vibes into the ether for you. You’re good peoples, and I sincerely hope that much like that ex, you can healthily excise Kristen from your life with no long term effects.

Nope. NH doesn’t require itAmy auto insurance.

But he’s dead now :(

My first thought was to post a fuck everything gif. But this is insane. It’s not gif worthy, it’s not worth lazy “ugh” repetition. It’s heartbreaking and disgusting.

This...was a first dance?

SO BAD.

The wooooooorst.

The only thing I could hold up is how “All about that bass” was received as body-positive and progressive, even if I found the beat/song/her vocals annoying (can we get over vocal fry already?) And that was nominated for record of the year at the Grammys!

Trainor-ed my ass to move when responding to a threat, and that threat being listening to this song one more goddamned time.

It’s definitely one of those things that I have a gut-reaction to before my brain gets to process the situation. I think that brain-in-2nd-place thing is why I fear one of those “You’re not a feminist because this is actively pushing back against the patriarchy!” moments.

*looks out window at 54° mid-December day in New Hampshire*

“Dear Future Husband” makes me irrationally angry any time I hear it. I can’t explain why, and I fear it makes me look like some asshole mouthbreather because I am a dude, but when that song starts playing, if I can’t change it immediately I just get angry. Gah.

Can I be friends with you and your friends? They sound both fun and awful; my favorite mix of people!

I got sucked in when I saw some of the products my company sells in the still. But man, I may not like her work, but I’d love her paycheck.

Broncolor, Phase One, and Capture One Pro do not make you a professional photographer. Lot of shitty people out there with high end gear who take junk photos.

The Miami event? My soon-to-be-ex company usually has a guy go down there to schmooze with the photographers and our clients to drum up new sales.

I’m jealous you got to go! Hopefully I can get out there a bit more and travel next year.

You mean Alec Monopoly? Some goddamned good work.