See, this is fascinating to me, because I’ve been around fanfic and slashfic for a long, long time, but I never ran across “lemons” or any related terminology in the fandoms I was in. People just said “smut”, or PWP (if that applied), and if you had to type it you typed “pr0n” as a way to foil internet searches from…

(I’m now enjoying the idea that if you were into fanfic prior to the LJ days, it’s the equivalent of the early fur-trapping era or something.)

You’re technically correct; the best kind of correct.

“It’s people like that who make you realize how little you’ve accomplished. It’s a sobering thought, for example, that when Mozart was my age, he had been dead for two years.”

That really makes it MORE believable, not less.

This. There has not been a day so far that I haven’t uttered this in response to some piece of news or other.

“Loathe” is my go-to as well.

What we REALLY need is for ol’ Teddy to RISE from the grave, riding the spectre of a bull moose, and haunting the halls of the White House and Congress until these fuckers all have heart attacks or aneurysms.

There honestly is not a day that goes by that I don’t think this. (I’ve loathed him since the 80s, and always considered him one of the worst examples of Ugly Americanism, and it just... it makes me apoplectic that he managed to con his way into the presidency.) There’s also not a day goes by that I don’t find…

I did exactly this a couple of years ago, and it was fabulous. (Vegas > Death Valley > Zion > Grand Canyon North Rim > Antelope Canyon > Grand Canyon South Rim > Mesa Verde > Petrified Forest.) (And even with that ambitious itinerary, there’s still so much we didn’t get to see and that I would totally go back to do.)

(I have never, ever shaved my thighs. Knees, yes! But it’s just not necessary on my thighs, which have completely different hair color and texture from my calves.) (I also have never even thought about shaving my forearms, good lord.)

Oh man, just today I saw a post on tumblr from someone who got into an argument with her husband, who opined that shaving your legs was just as easy as shaving your face, so he didn’t see what the big deal was. So she got him to actually try it. He found out REALLY QUICKLY how completely awful it was, and he took…

For the same reason, I imagine.

Something to know about Trudeau is that back in 2012, he met Conservative Senator Patrick Brazeau (a karate black belt built like a brick shithouse) in a charity boxing match.

Same. I have never worked on a political campaign. I am ready to sign up to work for her, because, DAMMIT.

oh god. i completely had not thought of that. i pray she hangs on as long as her mother did! please let Trump not be the last U.S. head of state she sees.

While my dad would sometimes drink Schmidt’s (I remember those bottles!), his beer of choice when I was little was Ballantine’s ale. I was probably 5 or 6 when he first allowed me to sip some.

In my defense, I did not start on the wine coolers until after I’d already tried beer. But there was definitely a period there where I drank them, before I just went back to beer.

Now, now. Almost 50% of the, what? 40% or so that bother to vote? That's the problem.