This is a great video. Multilingual people come in all shapes and shades of skill and ability. In my experience as (to use the video’s words) a “coordinate” trilingual, I’m often met by two reactions when I demonstrate my different languages: either A) I don’t have time for that or B) I’m not smart enough for that.…

Haha, wonderful! I wish I could have celebrated with some of my LGBT students before they left for the summer. Go get hitched!

Most important question: Does this job suck ass, and do I think I deserve the chance to train and improve myself for a better one?

Black Flag was a surprisingly awesome game, and that’s coming from someone who had become so tired with the series he didn’t bother to finish 3 OR Brotherhood (they were purchased for me). I played the hell out of Black Flag, right up to its sudden, EMOTIONS ending.

I’m way late but I just want to put a warning out there: ladies, get checked for vaginismus if you have trouble with vaginal penetration of any sort. It entails (as I understand it) the involuntary contraction of vaginal muscles, and the inability to release the PVC muscles, leading to painful or impossible sex. It…

You can try to repair the bridges you’ve burned all you want, Bungie, but I jumped over the side and swam down river looooong ago. I’m enjoying watching it burn from where I washed ashore, though.

Not a sledgehammer. That’s a ball peen hammer. Learn your tools, nerd.

I wanted to return to this article (I read it this morning), and tell you, Trent, that I’ll be carrying my pocket notebook around again starting tomorrow. Thanks for the encouragement to get back on this horse.

So, this is the nail in the coffin for me. I’ve had Destiny lingering like a stale fart on my xbox one’s hard drive for a few months, dutifully updating it but never once logging in. I got bored after just a couple of weeks of the base game, and wasn’t interested in spending another $20 on what was essentially some…

They’re divorced and drunk, so had to sell them separately. But sunk costs are sunk, and I’m just glad to have made any kind of profit.

The answer to both deficits is simple: make your own. I can make a solid custard. That leaves the MMOery to you, friend.

There’s nothing wrong with custard, you monster. It gives my donuts meaning.

DOTA: proof Gabe smiles upon us.

Do this wherever you buy your produce. Grab produce last. There’s an Indian market we love about five miles from our house; since we bike to get our groceries during summer, I’ve become aware that they have the produce situated directly at the end of the “meaner” a walk-in customer takes, so that the last thing you…

My parents are notoriously bad with money. So I sold them.

Aw, my wife and I aren’t anywhere here. I guess we’re closest to the weekly visitors. We treat the comic store as a date night; usually we buy dinner out after, go home, read ‘em, crate ‘em, and then wind up giving them to our students a few weeks or months later during exam days.

The “making only “$20,000 won’t help prepare you for the future” thing is right where my wife and I have been at for the last few years. We’re both young teachers in NY, where master’s degrees are required, and so no school is hiring (for full-time positions with benefits and salary) anyone without a graduate degree…

Exactly. You wash it, pull out into the road, and it’s covered in salt again. I live in Central New York (“upstate” to you cityfuckers), and it snows every goddamn day for weeks on end. From the beginning of December to the end of March, it’s a white, sloppy, salty mush. No point in doing it until the end of the…

...why bother? Like, what’s the point of going to this amount of effort? I don’t want to sound condescending, but why, dammit? My sister-in-law does this stuff. My wife has talked about getting into it. WHY!?

I’m calling this a clean break-up with Uwe and the venerable Homo sapiens. At least he didn’t box anyone in public this time.