All the reporting I’ve heard over the day today has been from the BBC and they’re going with ghee-LANE.

Interesting tidbit:

I do too. Which leads to me confusing OANN with QANON. ButI suppose they’re not all that different, right?

Mask up y’all, save (sorta) the economy!

No, Icelandic girls’ surnames are also from their fathers.

I haven’t watched the movie, but the article notes the guys surname is Ericksong (as is his dad’s surname). Perhaps the ‘g’ is a typo?

You’re not alone.

I will see your (admittedly sad) savings and raise you my own (admittedly sad) savings, but let’s broaden the scope here to ‘shamelessly monetizing everything’.

In early 2013 I went to the ER (felt odd, could explain precisely how, but I was able to say “my heart feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest). Turns out I was extremely, extremely anemic due to what was described to me as an “18-week fibroid”. Apparently it was the size of an 18-week fetus. I was admitted and…

Yeah, open things up. No social distancing. No spread of disease.

My body, my choice! works only for masks and not for reproductive health.

My condolences on the loss of your family member. I hope the other family member remembers saying “when it’s my time...” in a few week when s/he is being told by the nurse that they’re about to shove a tube down his/her throat and medically induce a coma,

God, to your MIL*, at the Pearly Gates: “Remember when I sent you those people in boats?”

For real: how did her Ob/Gyn not notice this and say “hmm, you know I think you’ve got a little extra equipment here.”?

Co-sign.

Thank you. There was alcohol (& maybe some other chemicals) involved on the evening the word came about.

Ew.

Not sure just how look-alike these two are, but just to put it on the record, there’s a name for when this happens which a group of friends and I made up when one of us started dating a woman who was his exact image: DOPPLEBANGERS. (We didn’t mention it when they were around.)

Never! That’s since when.

Same! Not sad at all.