I don't know. I saw people with leprosy in Kenya, and all they were doing was standing on the street next to the people with elephantiasis, holding their fingerless stumps out for money. Some of them weren't standing, even! They were in wheeled carts! They are all lazy and should get jobs and quit expecting the world…

I feel like the invisible hand is fisting Republicans like Muppets, making them act like Animal. Or, maybe, Cookie Monster. Except the cookie is stupidity.

Yes! I've done the hand turkeys, too. And who indeed wouldn't want to regress to a point in life when things were simpler and there were juice boxes produced as if by magic at intervals throughout the day. Let's go back!

I got some good ones. I also got some bad ones, which COMPLETELY OVERWHELMED my ability to feel the good ones. The best one I ever got was, "I am waiting for the flâneuse lunchbox and trading cards."

He didn't need extra credit: it was a narrative evaluation system and he was already an outstanding student. He also came up with the word "porkanthrope" to describe the men-turning-into-pigs phenomenon in the Odyssey. He was basically a superstar.

I used to bring Halloween candy in for my university students, who loved it beyond all reason. One time, there were packets of candy corn in the mix, and by the middle of class one student had taken 10 or so candy corn, bitten the pointy ends off, and set them up on end in a circle. "What is that?" I asked.…

Sure.

A few years ago I went over to Mom and Dad's. There was a jar on the counter with a waxy substance in it. The ensuing conversation went thus:

This is why having science teacher parents was the Best Part of my childhood. I got to set stuff on fire starting when I was very young because SCIENCE!!

The way Punch interacts with girls is murderous. A typical Punch show consists of Punch killing his baby, killing his wife, killing the policeman who come to investigate, and then either getting hung and going to hell, or (sometimes) killing the devil.

"disturbingly poor grasp of the female anatomy aside"

Especially seeing how loved he is, and when he's licking his person's chin. It makes it all seem not horrible, but sweet.

You know, you made me laugh actually aloud (or, if you prefer, "laul." I think that's what the kids call it, right?). Which, given the depressing topic of this post, and the depression caused by thinking of the generation in power, is a mighty mighty thing.

I know just how you feel. Science! I'm not that smart! But go science!

Thank you.

Link? I want to read that article.

It's a good photo, but, really, the phenomenon is frequent, not unusual. Sun halos are even more frequent than sun dogs. Here's the Bad Astronomy guy talking about it: [www.badastronomy.com]

My friend, when asked how old his cat is, says, "I don't exactly know. I got her as a used cat." Which is how I have gotten all my cats too. My older mutt has some Maine Coon and is pretty long, though not as mellow or as good a mouser as he would be if true to breed. (My younger cat has the personality of a squirrel…

I will miss that she is unwinnable, because batshit, whereas Perry—with his veneer of, well, less batshit—could actually bamboozle people into voting for him, thinking he's reasonable, and then OH GOD FUCK WE'RE GONNA DIE.

I think that the store "Forever 21" should be renamed in the minds or all right-thinking people as "Forever Motor-Boating."