Texas has the highest incidence of death-by-abuse among children, if that helps.

You deserved more support, and I'm sorry you didn't get it.

When there was a report on BBC awhile back about how much worse child abuse is in the US than in other developed countries, my reaction was, "And there is not a thing we can do about it, because Americans do not like to be told how they can treat their children, up to and including killing them."

Global warming? It's really cold here where I am today, therefore global warming is a HOAX. I refuse to be bamboozled by your DAMN FACTS and LOGIC!!!!!!!!

But by the time you are 43, everyone will assume you are a confirmed joyless spinster and leave you alone. It's excellent, let me tell you.

I agree with Dizzy8, and I also enjoyed "nutfucker" especially in conjunction with "pouty weasel."

My pharmacist has a ye olde mortar and pestle displayed. But if I see one at my doctor's I'm going to get out of there before the eye sockets on the demonstration skull start to light up.

Wow. I had no idea Baba Yaga was a pediatrician.

Because making a law that applies to 150 of your 16 million people—as opposed to, I don't know, dealing with this socially—makes total sense and is also going to magically liberate those 150 people because they are absolutely going to leave the house and mingle more in the larger society if they aren't allowed to wear…

I wish. But we will have a lesbian Latina nun as president before we will ever have a VEGAN.

Domestic cats: not giving a fuck for 10,000 years.

I'm making a lasagna. For one. Or it's raining on my face.

When I was a teenager, I learned about early electric cars through their appearance in James Thurber's My Life and Hard Times which, though published in 1933, consists of stories that take place decades earlier. My immediate reaction to the headline of this story was thus something along the lines of "nope!" Thanks…

I had never actually seen one of her recipes until I clicked on the links in the above article and all I can say is that if those are "comfort foods" then people must take great comfort in ceaselessly ralphing. I also spat out foie gras when I had it, so it's not like I'm some hifalutin' fancypants foodie snob. But…

I believe I may have died.

I love bats very much. Where I live (coastal California) there are really very few bugs, and so not nearly as many bats as there were in Colorado where I grew up. I miss them.

I like being a sap.

My answer when people tell me to "tone it down" is "no." Because seriously, that's just fucking rude to say to someone.

The place where I notice it the most is in social situations. Ex. on New Year's Eve, I was at a restaurant party, and some (not all that drunken) guy put his arm around me and said, "I want to know what you're up to." I removed his arm, and said, "And I want you to quit touching me without my permission."

I'm stone cold sober and it made me cry too. Maybe we're both just saps?