“Truly, Madly, Deeply.” But I haz an old. 

I know this is very seasonal, but this gets me every single year. Sing along with me:

Same for me, the first shot I did not feel at all. The second one I could feel, but I can’t honestly say it hurt, not even like a pinch. My arm was sore for about a day and half after each one, but not excessively so. I don’t always do well with needles; there have been a couple of times in my life when I was *this*…

The sight of a needle going into my skin makes me go all “far and wee” - shallow, racing pulse, clammy skin, vision closing in. I did an old-school allergy screening years ago that involved tiny little subdermal needles and just watching those made me almost pass out.

Just not looking is the biggest key for me.

My shot was almost painless. I felt something like when you touch something pointy... but the needle for this was very small, and very short. I only felt it because of my own awareness to expecting a shot. Also... take a big breath before, and exhale strongly during the shot and this will help the muscle relax, it…

Yeah but also it is quite a sophisticated one, being so meta about the musical business, laughing at the first attempts of cinema with sound and laughing at the busbyberkeleysms but also declaring its full love to it.

Yeah, Singin’ in the Rain is one of the greatest musicals ever made — possibly the greatest one ever, and the emotion it deals in is one that is incredibly hard to capture on film (much much harder than sadness): it’s joy. Complete, unfettered joy.

Oh hey, someone else who ended up at WW before puberty. We need (very sad) t-shirts.

I hear you. I’m turning 50 this year and my weight has been an issue since I was a child. Short story - I was adopted at birth and I had no idea who my birth parents were. This year, I found my birth mom who gave me my birth father’s name. I googled him and found several pictures of him all at different weights, but…

This article resonates so much. My mom put me on Weight Watchers when I was nine, after many years of restricting what I could eat. The thing is, when I look back at childhood pictures, I was not fat. I wasn’t sinewy or lithe, but I was not fat. I was athletic. I played elite soccer from a very young age. I don’t…

Nah. She just didn’t get it.

Did you get sent to your room?

Absolutely. A few years back a pastor, their partner and young child were killed in what can only be described as a terrible freak accident not far from where I live. Some Christians I know really didn’t like me pointing out the God’s will argument. Almost like even they don’t believe their own bullshit. 

Why even do anything? 

If you’re leaving everything up to God’s will, then you need to be naked and living in a cave somewhere with no health insurance and you hunt and gather. No more Wawa, Carl’s Jr., HVAC system, cars, glasses, and modern medicine for you!

Wackadelic.

More than that, she said, “It would be God’s will if I am here or if I am not here.”

It’s nuts to think about. He’d 100% still be in office if he had just behaved with the slightest hint of maturity and professionalism. He couldn’t even manage that! It was a fucking layup; a gift-wrapped opportunity to demonstrate leadership in a (again, fucking) election year! He didn’t even have to “win” against the…

Silver lining: If he’d done that, he’d most likely still be in office.

Fox News would like you to know that, in every one of those cases, the cause of death was insufficient patriotism.