Utopia=baby on a perfect sleep cycle. Yah, right.

The house where events inspired the story of The Exorcist is about two blocks from me. It’s rather unremarkable.

Really? You don’t find that creepy?

Yes! I have seen elk in the strip malls! (Not actually shopping, just waiting in the parking lot.)

A relative married in Estes Park, recepted at the Stanley and we spent a night there. I COULD NOT SLEEP! I thought, cool, all in good fun, love the book, the movie. NO! I was so creeped out. And I don’t even believe in ghosts.

Wow. Reading, partially, through the discussion, this is complicated, huh? All I know is the trans people I’ve met, those who have become my friends, are some of the best people I’ve ever known and I want all good things for them. They live their lives on one hand—as we all do—while dealing with unbelievable bullshit…

Ha ha ha! I saw it a million times in the theatre before I ever got to watch it at home. (I’m old.) That’s when I asked myself, “What the fuck is this weird shit? What the fuck is even going on? This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen!” I think it really, REALLY benefits from the crowd. But, oh, the music! Yeah!

Ew, ick. Don’t like questioning people’s motivations in that department. He used to dress like that *in public*. According to wikipedia, he’s been talking about his transvestitism since 1992. That’s pretty early in his adult life to come out.

This. He raped for a contest.

19=legally an adult

I need this on a t-shirt.

I’ll never be able to stomach a Republican first lady after what they put Michelle Obama through.

Fuck this noise. Does Generation X really want to be a cranky pants old man standing in his house slippers, yelling at some cool young kids to get off his lawn? This one doesn’t.

You have a point.

Have it for elevenses!

Naw, definitely Wormtongue.

Annodated? WTH?

It used to mean that, maybe. I think you have to be crazy and obnoxious to actually be a Republican now.

Creepy old fuck.

I bought all the books, too. I found them in a box when we moved. Oh, regret.