And Sam, sweet Sam… He just took it all for face value.

I had no difficulty completing Sonic Mania. This is not my first rodeo. I grew up with a Genesis because I wanted to one up my NES-owning friend down the street. Sonic has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Here’s a picture of the Sonic action figure I found at my parents’ house the other day. I…

Harry apparently describes Botswana as his second home:

I think the overwhelming obsession with ‘unique’ proposals is what’s weird. Then again, I didn’t even get a formal proposal or a ring (until after we were married), and that was 25 years ago.

Harry would be average af if he weren’t royalty and being compared to a family that looks like a bunch of 18th century Habsburg rejects.

*If*, and it’s a huge *if* he really is proposing, it’s not even in the same country, just the same continent. If William had proposed in London, would that mean Harry wouldn’t be able to propose anywhere in the British isles?

I am a little irritated by the praise heaped on very rich women for being able to maintain their looks as they age. I think we could all knock a few years off our appearance if we had a few spare million for skincare lying around.

I have pretty big nipples. They always look ready to cut glass. And I’m Canadian. There is nothing like a Canadian winter to ensure that my nipples are always ready to salute.

You make a very good point. However. I would totally bone Bryan Cranston on a train. I would bone him on a plane. I would bone him here or there, I would bone him anywhere.

I really hate it when people have sex in public places with other people present, LIKE TRAINS. You are not as sneaky as you think you are and I did not volunteer for a role in your exhibitionist fantasies.

I grew up (and still live) in Portland and people act surprised that I like Nirvana, it’s fucking ridiculous.

I have like three racist bones in my body. I’m always complaining about them, but the rest of the bones won’t do anything about it. Two of them are real assholes and one of them is passive aggressive as shit. I don’t know, every time I think about yanking them out the other bones get all protective. Deep down, I…

Perhaps they just blow into it and send it back.

Agreed. (And I really like both those albums.) I feel like the swipe at “Kid A” is supposed to be a swipe at all the terrible men who go on and on and on about “Kid A” (and I hate those guys too), but Radiohead fans include A LOT of women, and there’s not really any macho posturing in “Kid A” — I actually think one of…

I recognize that listmaking is inherently flawed and there is more than one album I, a woman, like on this list but I will legit fight you on “Kid A” come at me I’M READY.

Bad news: that shirt still makes you look like a dweeb, but now it makes you look like a dweeb with questionable taste in graphic design.

Yeah, you see all these fucking dweebs into the most popular show on TV?

Meaning changes a lot when you omit words.

Don’t eat COFFEE ice cream before bed.

Woosh.