halfpastdrunkoclock
Halfpastdrunkoclock
halfpastdrunkoclock

It’s 1984/Hunger Games/Philip K. Dick scary, not Wes Craven/The Walking Dead/Stephen King scary. It will give you nightmares because of how close we are to it and how easily you will be able to see it happen.

You seem to have misspelled “savoring.” Because that’s the only reason I haven’t powered through it already: I’ve deliberately been dragging it out because there were only two short seasons, and I just don’t want it to end. I guess I’ll be marathoning it after I finish my Firefly rewatch (it’s been so long since I

It should have been written in the original German: Arbeit macht frei.

Yeah, I was being sarcastic with the “everyone knows” thing. That’s a really obscure reference to his early days. I was really trying to take aim at Cantwell’s desperation to be relevant. As relevant as the guy she was referencing! This is the guy who won the best rap album Grammy for The Heist over Kendrick Lamar a

Which one? The toilet paper? There’s not much to tell: There was a twelve-pack of rolls on the floor that I hadn’t put away yet. I accidentally whacked my foot on it — really, *really* hard. Pain and bruising ensued! The best part: It was right as I was going to bed, so I got to try to go to sleep while my foot was

We must be related. My brother broke a tooth on plain old soft sandwich bread. And our dad had one just pop out in the middle of the night while sleeping.

I once had a coworker leer down the front of my not-revealing-at-all shirt and inform me that he would be all over me if he wasn’t dating someone *that he lived with*. He emphasized the *that he lived with* part. So I’m supposed to be impressed that you would cheat on a girlfriend you weren’t living with? Scum. I

I broke a toe on TOILET PAPER while sober.

Yeah, what? Everyone knows he’s *Professor* Macklemore.

Conspiracy-starring-Kenneth-Branagh-and-Stanley-Tucci-meets-Philip-K.-Dick fucked.

The best part is how many of them are being threatened in their actual home districts by their constituents with being voted out if they *do* vote for it. They’re fucked either way. But they chose to dance with the devil in the first place, so I don’t feel bad for them at all.

If it got into the insulation and the seats, I’m pretty sure that’s it. You’re fucked. You will have to replace every bit of fabric and foam in that vehicle. It’s like cat pee on a couch. It never, *ever* comes out. But just in case, it might be worth calling a professional car detailer (like maybe someone experienced

Ugh, Younique. Those people are so bad that a makeup forum I used to be on specifically name-checked it as a company that moderators carefully monitored mentions of to make sure people weren’t sneaking in self-promotions. That sort of thing was generally banned regardless of company, but Younique people were such a

It’s interesting that your prescription has to specify “for contraception” to be covered. I remember at one point being on my mom’s insurance back in the ‘90s, and it would specifically *not* cover birth control pills for contraception. You had to cajole the doctor to write it for pretty much anything for else:

Oregon addressed both of these issues: You have to fill out a screening form for the pharmacist to review and decide which pill to go with, much like a doctor would do prior to writing the subscription, and insurance companion are still required to cover them. And they’re required to cover either three months or a

If you can get a DVD copy of Voodoo Academy, listen to the commentary track and the rough audio track. On the former, the director gets distracted at one point partway through whatever he was saying to point out, “He’s touching himself!” On the latter, there’s one scene where he gives the actors the direction “more

I was just telling a couple of coworkers that this news explains this photo from Friday:

And Steve Winwood. He was seventeen when he recorded Keep on Running and nineteen when he did I’m a Man with the Spencer Davis Group.

I wouldn’t have minded if the colors had been different since different shades of similar products will get me to try both, but they are practically identical on me, and to make it even more annoying, they aren’t even a color that looks good on me. They’re both too yellow with no pink or rose at all. And I don’t

I got the same box with Watt’s Up and the Bobbi Brown shadow stick. I’m bummed because I don’t know how many of those Watt’s Up highlighters I have floating around, and the shadow stick is almost exactly the same as the one they sent out in November from, uh, Laura Mercier? I think. They also sent out boxes with