It may have been on a podcast. Possibly this one:

Glad for he negative test and lack of symptoms. Keep watch though. It’s a sneaky MFer this C19.

Those look lovely. There’s a comedian named Aisling Bea who has a whole bit about how much she loves Kerrygold products. 

I’m giving Christopher Marlowe’s Dr. Faustus a try. Even though I’m used to Elizabethan language via Shakespeare, Marlowe was much more ‘educated’ so his language is a bit denser, but I’m trudging through. Also reading a posthumously released collection of Terry Pratchett called A Blink of the Screen. Funny, even if…

Oh JFC. Can the members of the group be arrested? Can the group have its 501(c)(4) status revoked?

🙏Thank you.🙏

🙏Thank you.🙏

I’ve never understood the concept of past-tense loving someone after they’ve died. You can get semantical and say “they’re no longer here, so you are loving their memory, not the person” (and people have done with me about Mr.FionaAnne and about Mum) to which I say: don’t get semantical with [my] emotions. Just Don’t.

It really won’t. If/When I do find another to love they won’t be replacing him. They’ll have their own place in my heart/soul.

🙏Thank you.🙏
I’m not sure if there is truly such a thing as “soul mates” but he was very close to mine. We did this magical thing: we made each other better just by being in one anothers’ lives.
He was the love of my life - - - so far. I haven’t met another, yet. My love for him isn’t past tense; I still love him.…

🙏Thank you.🙏

Not sure where to share this; this post seems to be appropriate.

While we’re on the topic of Ireland, I recommend the podcast Motherfoclóir, an English-languge podcast about the Irish language, and language in general.

I love that he starts the interview “what’s the craic?”

The Carlow nightclub is the funniest thing I’ve read all week. Maybe since Jan 2020. Because it’s true. It’d also be true about a Cavan nightclub (especially if it’s in Belturbet), or a Waterford nightclub, or a Galway nightclub, or a..... 

Summer, 1992: I’m asked by my boss to escort a candidate for a tech position to her office from the front door of our offices. I do. Over the next three years we become such good friends everyone thinks we’re dating.
Summer, 1995: we move in together (after dating for about two weeks)
Winter, 1997: reader, I married him.

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I didn’t forget them. As I noted, I was offering only the start of the list. 

I heard on MSNBC earlier that as the Capitol floor was being cleared, a House Aide was clearheaded enough to grab the Electoral College ballots and the written objections that the 11 (or 10, I hear one has indicated she won’t continue her objection) fuckers like Cruz submitted. Imagine if these…

I think Jezebel needs to do a ‘worst woman’ post. I offer the start of the list:

I was going to say.