THE MOST PERFECT, I SAY.

SHE IS JUST THE MOST PERFECT.

EWWWWWW. That’s a completely creepy, gross thing to say, I’m sorry.

I dunno, that’s pretty dickish and entitled. You were there first! It’s a freaking elevator, FFS.

Yeah, I don’t have specific stories, but I know a theater person who worked with Marsters back before he was famous and she didn’t have anything good to say about him. And she’s a lovely person, so I trust her judgment.

I stood in line behind Exene Cervenka once at the Crocodile. That’s all I got.

I automatically love any post that starts with “FFS.”

Ugh, I’m so sorry. Sending a non-creepy internet stranger solidarity hug.

Me, three (or however many thousands of us there are). Adopted as a baby, currently estranged. It’s been a few years now. Hugs and whiskey to us all.

See, now, I feel the exact opposite.

“How does Geraldo have a job? Does ANYONE enjoy him?”

I mean, this is the AVMA oath that vets take. It seems pretty clear she’s violated it. (Emphasis below is mine.)

“Being admitted to the profession of veterinary medicine, I solemnly swear to use my scientific knowledge and skills for the benefit of society through the protection of animal health and welfare, the prevent…

I come from a long line of rural farmers and you’re right about the difference in attitudes—but I can’t think of any of them who would kill a cat for no reason and then gloat about it. They’d assume, at the very least, that it was a neighbor’s cat (and a working cat at that, helping with pest control) and wouldn’t…

I mean, I really only watch Supernatural for the prettypretty Ackles face.

Actual footage of the representatives:

I like the way you think.

Agree. At the same time, I hatehatehate LB’s “Real Women” rewards thingy because of the name. The whole “real” thing in general pisses me the fuck off, because none of us are fucking imaginary and who the hell decides who gets to be a “real” woman anyway?

Yup. Also, dressing up for church has its roots in wearing one’s “best” clothes, i.e. showing respect; it’s not about being fashionable. I mean, sure, Jesus probably wouldn’t give a shit about what you wear, but it’s more about the idea of showing respect by bringing out the clean and tidy clothes.