I went to my high school reunion mostly because if it did turn into Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion, I didn’t want to miss it or regret not going. To my surprise (I’m still not sure why I was surprised) it turned out to be incredibly banal.

Agreed, that’s my hope as well.

Not at all, this is a great thought, one I hadn’t considered. I - maybe not unsurprisingly - was raised in a household which didn’t look too fondly on unions, so I don’t know as much about the history as I could. Thank you.

Honestly wondering if the person who constructed these letters is working in of the “essential” jobs where they’re told to come in and work without pay.

A large part of this fight, I think, is against (white) Boomer* self-assuredness. To those who grew up in relative prosperity, with decent savings and job prospects, and Social Security still solvent enough to send them checks, many of them don’t even see (or choose not to see) the consequences because all their…

For what it’s worth, I found SWTOR about two years ago and fell absolutely in love with it. The article talks about the empty spaces, the missing activity, what was once and is no longer, but for those of us who found the game later, that’s our normal. It just may not look how it once did. As a solo player, I deeply…

I figured it probably was, thanks for confirming. At this point, I’m not sure what’s real anymore and what’s a malevolent troll from our Malevolent Troll in Chief.

Thanks for the barf bag, I need it after that picture.

+1 animated spirit

Came here to mention the 12 days of Christmas, but for some reason I thought they started on Jan 1. Or the day after Boxing Day, or something.

Abu’s expression of perplexed incredulity is pretty much exactly the expression I’m wearing right now.

For a second I thought you were talking about that big orange pustule, but it’s too large to make it up a tree.

That’s okay, the piles of red, round spores at the base of those green trees will soon burst and spread up those branches until everything is a nice, uniform, drippy red again.

I knew that name seemed familiar.

Flames. Flames on the side of my face.

Thing is, we all have times when we don’t want to go to work. But we go anyway. Because if we don’t, we don’t get paid, and/or can’t afford to potentially scuttle the future job references.

To be honest, I always use part of my Saturday to scroll this thread looking for Krispy Porkchops’s shelter cat thread. Not only are there kitties, it’s a reminder that there are genuinely lovely people in this world who do good things just because.

“It wasn’t our intent” is essentially a “sorry you’re offended.”

Jokes aside, the thing that caught my attention is that the ? candidate pictures feature male-appearing silhouettes.

The wall IS a monument. To his ego. Of course he can’t let it go. He won’t ever let it go.