Heeey, I saw them open for the Grateful Dead in 1990 at Autzen Stadium in Eugene! It was my first Dead show. I was supposed to go with a coworker, and he was going to drive, but he got sick the day before, and he couldn’t go, my mom drove me because we lived a couple of hours away, and my car was untrustworthy. She…

Also, doesn’t that require chairlifts? Ever since I saw Frozen (no, not that one. The one with — and I am not making this up — Iceman from the X-Men movies), I have had precisely zero desire to go on a chairlift, even if I don’t have to ski/break bones to come back down.

*cough* Confession time: Unless it’s coffee or tea, I actually have to have covered cups/glasses because of these assholes (heavily drugged in this photo because fireworks) who think anything uncovered is just for them:

This fucking show! I watched the first season as it aired via the SyFy website on weekends when I was epically stoned. I remember thinking it was really, *really* bad in the way I like. Now that it’s available as downloads on Netflix, I’m rewatching it on my phone at work (yes, I’m sneak-watching tv shows at my desk).…

This actually makes me want to dig out my maille instruction books. Byzantine chain was one of my favorite things to do about fifteen years ago. Making it is actually kind of soothing, although that assumes you don’t have to deal with either hellbeasts that will scatter your jump rings all over the place or hands that…

I was assuming after and to get the taste out of their mouth. And throat. I don’t know how to describe the sound to explain how I just *know* the end goal, but it was very distinctive. Like when your cat is horking up a hairball. Every cat owner knows that sound. It’s different from vomit.

I assumed she’s all in for Autobots and has a countdown to June 23rd.

The worst realization for me was the day — probably less than a year ago, so well into my forties — when it dawned on me exactly why I would hear one of them vigorously brush their teeth at, like, midnight when they went to bed at ten.

Not even if they were bongs instead of wine glasses.

Yes! And Craig knew he was impotent, but she didn’t, and even after she ended up pregnant via affair sperm, Craig STILL didn’t tell her he knew the baby couldn’t be his, and he DESTROYED the baby clothes that I seem to recall she was given at a baby shower! I can still see him grimacing and ripping the clothes apart.

Does anyone else here remember when she was on As the World Turns? It seems like it was the same time Marisa Tomei was on it, too.

Funny you should mention brindles. They are also super hard for shelters to adopt out. In some shelters, it’s on par with black animals.

Reading comprehension! You have none! Here, let’s try another analogy: The first figure skater in the Olympics falls on his ass within the first thirty seconds of his routine. Ratings for THE OTHER FIGURE SKATERS FOLLOWING HIM increase because people are hoping for A DIFFERENT FIGURE SKATER will fall as well.

So what’s everyone seeing the weekend this one is unleashed like the Kraken? I’m having a major struggle. The Lego Batman Movie looks super fun, which is something I need every February (I’m pretty sure that’s what *everyone* needs every February, and I’m equally sure that’s why Deadpool was such a hit), but JOHN…

Again, that’s irrelevant to what I’m talking about. I’m talking about people hearing about one train wreck and tuning in because they hope to see a second unrelated one. It’s like a supposedly hot table in a casino. Assuming it’s a single-deck table, each hand of poker is a separate and unique event with its own odds,…

That’s actually not really relevant here. They still have programming after that for the other time zones. If they have a shitshow in the first TZ, people everywhere else are more likely to tune in to see what happens next. You could see the mess happen on social media pretty much immediately, so there was no need to…

Did you see that documentary from a few years ago about the Rosenbergs made by their granddaughter? Highly recommended. Absolutely fascinating.

Added fuck-you bonus: Strange Fruit was written by the guy who (along with his wife) who adopted Ethel and Julius Rosenberg’s kids when the Rosenbergs were executed because he was sympathetic to the Rosenbergs. Extra added bonus: If I recall the timing correctly, the composer was a member of the Communist Party at the…

It’s actually pretty easy. Let’s say you live anywhere other than the Eastern time zone and weren’t planning on watching, but then Twitter goes fucking *nuts* about the shitshow, so you go ahead and watch it. Ratings bump in three time zones.

UGH HE IS GOING TO SMOTHER YOU WITH HIS FLOOFY ADORABLENESS. I wanna give him skritches!