While I know a comedy about this sort of thing was already in the works even before this happened, what I want to see is a *horror* movie based on it. The trashier, the better. Except without zombies (House of the Dead, I’m looking askance at you). Werewolves or any other type of were would be good. A bunch of humans…

My guess on the blood stains is that, well, women have periods, and sometimes tampons and pads aren’t sufficient. Nothing exciting *at all*.

Yeah, I know I’m late on mentioning this, and I’m probably not the first one to come up with it, but my personal mental term for the enjoyment I feel at reading about every aspect about this whole thing is Schadenfyre.

Aww, I had a kitty who acted like that for the whole nine years I had her. If I had people over, I would tell them to make a wish if they saw her because it just never happened. Lucy must have *really* warmed up to your mom if she came out, even if it was at the end of the week!

Oh, that is *perfect*. Although to be fair, my blue has just as many nicknames.

I preordered the Espionage Cosmetics eyeshadow palettes inspired by RPG (yes, as in Dungeons & Dragons) and Harry Potter! The drag thing is that they’re not going to ship until probably August. Oh well, it will give me something to look forward to!

Pet thread, anyone? A photo and then a story about the goofball displayed therein.

When I was in high school, I had a horrific time with physics and at one point slept with the book under my pillow because I was just superstitious and desperate enough to try *anything* to get the information into my head. Turning though all of the pages is the congressional equivalent of that, except I was the only…

I just don’t understand poaching to extinction. What I mean is: Don’t the poachers understand that this is going to eliminate a source of income? At least with oil (which I’m also opposed to, but it’s the easiest comparison I can come up with), there is the potential of finding another reserve. When you have three…

I wasn’t sure whether that was a reference to your Vancouver or mine. I live in Portland, grew up just a little bit north in a suburb of Portland’s Vancouver, and lived in Seattle for about fifteen years, and I know Anastasia lived in the Portland’s Vancouver in the first book (because I got angry at road directions…

Did anyone else mentally autocorrect “ManServant” to “ManServant (TM)“ after about the fourth time that word appeared?

About the granola thing, uh, since when are either of those two granola? I’m still trying to wrap my head around that one. Does it mean something different to the kids today than it did in the ‘90s?

Totally coincidentally, I plan on making her lasagna this weekend! It’s the recipe my mom used when I was a kid. I’m making a few changes, but I don’t think they’re super significant: use ground turkey instead of beef because I can’t eat beef, add Italian sausage because my brother tried that a few weeks ago and…

If I have to come in contact with his skin or any of his bodily fluids, absolutely not. If I could take humiliating photos of him in various positions and sell them for large amounts of money (still without having to actually touch him) that would cause him to hide away for the rest of his life, we can negotiate. I…

Nope. You can’t copyright book or movie titles.

I think it’s more about the ten-year-old kids who want to do something nice for their mom but who can’t cook. Going out for brunch on Mother’s Day is also hugely popular for basically the same reason.

Oh my god. This is absolutely magical. I’ll absolutely be reading it this weekend.

Aww, I’m finding myself really happy the JoGoLev and his wife are having another baby. Not so much because of him but because a female robotics engineer raising multiple kids means more children having that be a normal thing in their lives, not some weird “girls can be good at math?” (question mark deliberate)…

Yes, but they will provide the feral pigs for you to hunt.

Random thought: I think we have a new “I would watch/listen to [whoever] read the phone book.” It takes a super fan to be willing to endure this book read by a favorite voice. Or I might just have a codeine-resistant headache that is making me think up extra weird shit.