when I was little, my grandma (she was babysitting) made me go to bed at 8. Not because she tricked me into thinking it was midnight but because I could only remember that you stay up "late" on New Years Eve and she said that 8 was late and I did not have a rebuttal.

Connie had this twigged twenty years ago...

Did someone say Jareth?

Pretty sure that's the moment he perfectly fit his hose into Rudolph's nose. That looks like an ahhhh oohhhh face. Right spot.

and if I remember, I spoke to Len Wein, who was our editor on the project ... [He] said, 'Yeah, okay, cripple the bitch.'

Worth pointing out that 0.08% alcohol is roughly the concentration of alcohol you find in juice.

Moms,

Yesss. Anyone who tries to tell me I shouldn't drink a little at the end of my imaginary future pregnancy or after I've had my imaginary future child will be given my best deathstare of doom.

I mean, yeah I suppose this does count as animal abuse. But uh... its really cute animal abuse.

idk, my mom always says she refuses to be a Red Hat Lady because she thinks it's depressing as FUCK that they all wait til they're old to be sassy. Because then the sass comes out all at once and annoys everyone that works in the libraries where they have book clubs, the restaurants where they have lunch, and the gay…

Time to go!!!

For those who need it:

I GET IT NOW

Fuck that. I don't care what people believe, but I also believe in exposing fraud. Just as my birth church deserves every goddamn joke and hateful thought for generations of child raping and protecting child rapists, these fucking criminals deserve every goddamn thing thrown their way. It's an OBVIOUS Ponzi scheme —…

Sure enough. Kinja turned up nothing, but putting "lifehacker, bogartcat, cleaning" found this.

I desperately need this. I went to a Christmas party last night in a charming clean home (despite the fact a 3 year old lives there), full of elegant successful charming people, good food that didn't come from a Mac and cheese box, and what did my toddler do? Grabbed the host's hairbrush and used it to aggressively…

"You don't own shit, not even the shit you created for yourself, and it makes me upset."

I don't think you listened to the entire interview. The thirteen or so minutes *from the end* — where she breaks down (and break down about) the erasure of Black history, the erasure of Black invention and progress, not just oppression (though we erase that too)—is stellar. When these guys shut up and let her speak…

Sweet Valley High was my secret shame as a heterosexual teenage male during the late 80s and early 90s. I spent hours at various B Dalton's and Waldenbooks throughout the malls of the greater St. Louis region catching up on the happenings. Then I'd walk out with a Stephen King book as my beard.