Holy shit, I just found this comment from him about the creation of this story, which I never knew existed and now desperately need to read:

“The passenger had to be removed. The error in the workflow had to be snuffed out, the algorithm restored to its familiar course, there and then, in the person of that guy, at that exact moment, before it propagated further delays and inefficiencies at the next node.”

Greatest tramp stamp *ever*. Now I kind of want “CHUNG CHUNG” (which is what it sounds like to me) in the L&O typeface with the red and blue shadows in the middle of my back between my shoulder blades.

And also a ton of them who believe that fossil fuels were put on this planet specifically for humans or dig up and use. Never mind that if actual logic was to be followed that you would eventually realize that we were also probably supposed to learn that burning this shit put crap in the air that made us sick, so we…

I don’t know whether they still do this, but the main Voodoo location used to be rumored to have a “contest” specifically reserved for belligerent asshole drunks: If you can drink a cup of this oil, you get a free doughnut! The assholes drink the oil, get their free doughnut, and leave with their digestive tract…

The most iconic princess from my childhood grew up to be a general. Which I have mixed feelings about because I’m anti-war, but her military is a rebellion, plus its new best hope triad is a young woman plus two not-white guys, PLUS they are fighting against a genocide, so I feel like her actions are warranted.

Tracee Ellis Ross and I share part of a name, so when I try looking up my own name and “hot,” I get dozens of pictures of her. Nothing of me. Not even my own Facebook page. If you’re going to get the wrong person’s photos when you try to look yourself up, you can do much, much worse than her.

The only thing about that guy I’m criticizing is the fact that he *reached into his jacket* to get the can. Portland City Council is suuuuper twitchy right now. Protestors are camped out at the (wildly unpopular due to a myriad of reasons) mayor’s house over his handling of the Quanice Hayes shooting. Last week, City…

The Countess, from 2009 with William Hurt and Daniel Bruhl and (added bonus) directed by Delpy herself? No need to get a subbed version. It was made in English and is on Amazon.

I decided to reorganize my indie makeup from subs today. I’ve only gone through 2015 so far, and these are the highlighters I received that year:

I can tell I’m a nerd because I saw this headline and thought it was about the programming language Java. A song about not needing coffee? Why not a song about not needing air to breathe? Because that makes about as much sense as not needing coffee. My blood type is French roast, thankyouverymuch.

Fucking hell. On top of this being state-sanctioned mass murder, this is what you do with a jug of milk about to go bad, NOT HUMAN LIVES.

And then there were the Peg Bracken books The I Hate to Cook Book and The I Hate to Housekeep Book. My mom had the former, and there was a lasagna recipe in there that was a family favorite. I think she had a few more I Hate to... books, and I have at least three of them that I’ve collected between my mom’s cookbooks…

The key is to go with someone as horrified yet intrigued by the wedding industry as you are so you can boggle and snark as much as you both need. It would have sucked if she had been genuinely interested in WEDDINGS, but all she really wanted to do was gawk at the people who were and feel relief at the fact that she…

Ahhhh, this brings back memories! I went to a wedding expo with a friend several years ago who was getting married but wasn’t GETTING MARRIED (the ceremony was a city hall quickie wedged in between brunch and a baseball game). She just wanted to go to a wedding expo to see what she was avoiding with her non-wedding —…

Not a morning person in any way, shape, or form. I have to be at work at seven in the morning. The only way I can cope is to go to bed early. Naps? I lack the ability to nap. I can only sleep at night in my bed.

Today. Because my era — the ‘70s/’80s — meant no internet, which means that if you were a smart girl who wanted to go to college but was stuck in a farming community, you would have pretty much zero friends. At least today, I would be able to find a message board to find likeminded people to talk to and not feel…

Holy shit, they’re still performing? I saw X eight years ago, and Exene looked SUPER tired, and shortly afterwards (like *maybe* a few months later), her MS diagnosis was made public, which explained why she looked so exhausted. I was sure that was going to be end of her performing, and that was almost a decade ago. I…

Are you my brother? Seriously, except for the real estate paperwork thing and the gas fire part of the camping story, this sounds like my childhood. Ugh, I hate camping now. My friends all have memories of cool family trips to neat places because their families went to Disneyland! Boston! Other places with amusement…

Summer vacations for me as a kid meant getting shipped off to the town where both sets of grandparents lived. No friends (because we lived three hours from my grandparents), no library card (I’m honestly not sure my grandparents even knew where the library was), no vcr (because I am old and they were *extremely*…