This might be a good time for me to mention that HR 7 — prohibiting insurance plans from covering abortion services — was reintroduced a week and a half ago. I’ve got a call to my representative slotted into my schedule for tomorrow morning. My new workweek morning routine: get to work, empty the dishwasher because no…

Oh. My. God. I’m crossing my fingers and hoping it plays in the multiplex in Battle Ground, which is the closest one to where Tonya Harding currently lives. I will smuggle in Taco Bell and Twizzlers. It will be fucking *glorious* despite my hatred of that town (I lived there for pretty much the entirety of the…

Holy shit, that lime green eyeshadow. While I understand the point of the review was the fact that it was a crayon, I will be spending my evening digging through my eyeshadow collection for a lime green because that is GORGEOUS. I have literally hundreds of jars of loose pigment. I’m absolutely positive I have one in…

I’ve decided to go ahead and call anyway. My theory is that the more of us who call to let them know we’re behind them, the stronger they will fight for us. The very nice guy I talked to this morning encouraged me to keep this up, so I kind of think that maybe our calls letting them know they’re doing exactly what we…

Also “I assure you.” I’ve heard that one in so many bullshit situations that I now flat-out laugh whenever I hear/read it.

I’m super bummed. I don’t have any of my t-shirts from the ‘80s. Then again, they wouldn’t fit me now anyway because boobs.

Nazi Punks Fuck Off? That’s a classic Dead Kennedys song. Don’t just look up the lyrics. Go get everything they have ever done. Their entire discography is all going to be way too familiar and relevant.

A roundup:

Holy shit, autocorrect completely changed the meaning of that first sentence. I WAS talking to my dad, not wasn’t. Well, when I started laughing, I wasn’t talking because I was too busy laughing. I don’t know why autocorrect consistly changes “was” to “wasn’t” on me.

A friend pointed me in this direction when I said that I was staying far away from the March in my town due to crowd-related anxiety:

I wasn’t talking to my dad this morning (not about anything in particular, just the traditional/ritual birthday phone call), and I looked over and saw the nastiest, meanest, most devastating death glare *ever* — like even more severe than any sadistic villain in a horror movie — on this face, but I was laughing so…

A pearl and diamond necklace which, upon closer inspection, is actually Morse code spelling out a plea for assistance escaping.

This needs to be on Stitcher! I’m not finding it on there, and I don’t know how to add a podcast to that app if it’s not in their directory already.

Nah, I lived through Reagan, Bush, and Junior Bush. I’m good with not sitting back and waiting to see how things go.

To be clear, I mean buyer’s remorse on the part of everyone who *did* vote for him. Like when you *knew* your asshole coworker was dating a piece of shit but refused to listen to anyone who told her he was a manipulative cheating asshole, and then they got married, and then she finally woke up and realized he was…

Schadenfreude is almost definitely literally the only thing keeping me from crying right now. I look forward to all of the buyer’s remorse we are about to see. I don’t think they realize that sticking it to the left is going to mean they’re fucking themselves over at the same time.

This absolutely screams early ‘70s drum majorette.

He was one of my favorite character actors — right up there with Steve Buscemi and Michael Shannon as far as I’m concerned. I watched Crossing Jordan and the Bionic Woman remake (among many other things, but those are the two I remember at the moment since I’m still half-asleep) for him. The one thing that I’m finding…

Her name ran a bell with me because she was on Bates Motel. I’m in my mid-40s, love horror and Hitchcock, and briefly lived in an Oregon seaside town when I was a kid, so I had to watch at least the first season (I fell behind a year or two ago).

My favorite part of that is the part where she’s not actually moving there.