Wasn’t Amy Scottish? I distinctly recall a line like “You’re Scottish! Fry something!” when The Doctor met her. (I remember the general gist of the line because I hadn’t realized that fry-all-the-things was a Scottish thing before that, and then I thought it explained a whole lot about my family.)

I’m always stunned at seafood departments/markets that have whole cooked crab on the same ice as raw fish in their display case, not separated by a barrier. No no no. Cross-contamination, assholes. It’s a thing. When I worked in a seafood department, we had a plexiglass divider between the raw and cooked sections due…

Two things! First, as far as mold in the ice machine goes, people would be amazed and outright disgusted at how comment that is. I am aware it’s a standard feature of ice machines, but I go ahead and use ice out of them anyway because I figure my apartment’s tap water comes from an uncovered reservoir known for having…

“And why are you shaking? Nervous about something?”

Those articles always translate as “Why are you so mean to all of these people? They just want their trains to run on time!” to me. I can’t even read them. We’re stuck with a tantrum presidency because of these people, and we’re being told that “if you had only been nice to them, we wouldn’t be here.” Like they were…

I’m not sure I would call them “bystanders.” The word I keep thinking is “collaborators.”

Such bizarre timing. At the exact same time this post was going up, I stumbled upon a clinic in Orlando called Choices Women’s Clinic. Upon poking around in their FAQ, they claim to provide abortion information, but they don’t perform abortions — or refer for them. *All* of the warning bells went off in my head. AND…

Ooh, I had completely forgotten about that! Now I remember playing with it at my cousins’ house, but my brother and I weren’t allowed to have it at our house because my mom was convinced we would just grind it into the carpet. She was probably right.

For me, it was Mara’s haircut. Oh my god, if my hair would do that, I would actually get bangs. So gorgeous. So jealous.

What we *really* need is for the current administration to stop serving things up on a daily basis that make me immediately think of a specific DK song. That shit was more than thirty years ago. It should be a relic of the past that we just don’t relate to anymore.

Please tell me you packed it up in multiple plastic baggies and layers of protective padding so it won’t just fly everywhere if the envelope get torn. Because loose glitter will jam/destroy the mail sorting machine and can actually cause injury or death to the postal workers. I give zero fucks about what happens to it…

I’m ready to stop living in a Philip K. Dick dystopia any fucking second. (Go read/watch Radio Free Albemuth, and realize the original book was written in 1971 by a man diagnosed with schizophrenia who was also undoubtedly extremely paranoid. I vaguely recall reading it years ago but forgot all of it, so I rewatched…

I’m excited about Memento even though I own it on dvd because I have the one where it’s a puzzle just to access the menu to watch the movie. It’s so annoying I don’t think I’ve ever watched the dvd. I was just thinking about digging it out and watching it the other day, but then I remembered the fucking puzzle, so I…

Underbed storage! When I was in college, I shared a a house with a bunch of people. We didn’t have much communal storage space, especially in the kitchen, and I hated to spend my precious little free time grocery shopping or cooking from scratch all of the time (especially since I worked in the kitchen of a cafeteria…

And what’s-his-name from The Real World. And Fred Thompson. Funny thing that just dawned on me: Pretty much EVERY SINGLE celebrity-turned-politician I can think of except Al Franken is a Republican. Reagan may have started as a Democrat, but then he switched parties. What was that about not wanting celebrities in…

How does it feel to be shit out his ass and thrown in the cold like a piece of trash? Eh, what the hell, I’ll leave this here for the younguns who need this bit of synchronicity in their lives:

This is one of my favorite responses to the whole celebrities-shouldn’t-talk-about-politics thing:

I was thinking married-to-Drew Barrymore-era Tom Green.

If he stops in the middle of a rant and says, “Does anyone else smell burning toast?” I really hope a lot of people win their office pools.

Whoops, replied to the wrong thing.