And nowhere in my post did I refer to her as male. The “he” making good life decisions is Ronan.

I’ve always thought they telegraphed this sort of ending from the outset by naming him after the man who wrote a classic play about two guys who spend the entire length of the play waiting for someone who never shows up, debating leaving, and never leaving.

Even putting aside the who-wore-it-better contest (Rihanna, no question), Kendall’s boots look like knockoffs. Like a prom dress made with sequined netting to mimic high-end hand-placed crystals. They look like something you would get at Payless. The part up by her knee gives it away: It is just way too even to be…

I just don’t want Planned Parenthood to have to spend the money to send a card to him. I don’t have Mila Kunis money, so that would be a sizable chunk of my donation, but she undoubtedly donates enough to more than cover the cost of the note.

To build on this, yeah, he has privileges other people don’t, but he is using his privileges for good. If this story had come from, say, Ruth Brown at the Idaho Statesman, it wouldn’t have gotten *nearly* as much attention as Ronan Farrow, son of Mia Farrow, possible son of Frank Sinatra, and supporter of his sister…

I just have this to contribute: Tinker v. Des Moines. This isn’t disruptive and should clearly be allowed. The fact that this ruling may very well end up gutted or overturned because of the fact that rich white fucks can’t handle getting presented with reality makes me sick.

Yes. I’ve already been thinking of him in those terms because I believe he’s a Cosby lawyer, too.

I would very confidently bet large sums of money that this was absolutely the source. And a contributing factor is the fact that you have to toss ALL eye products and tools and start fresh once you’ve recovered, but most people don’t bother to get rid of every single thing, and then they just reinfect themselves.

This is an old trick that brings back a very specific story my grandmother told me once: She was a cashier at a store on Election Day (probably during the ‘40s or ‘50s), and lots of men came into the store buying vanilla extract on this particular day. She was very bewildered about it since men didn’t otherwise buy…

Was anyone else by any chance at San Diego Comic Con 2008 when they had the world premiere of The Lost Boys 2, featuring a Q&A after the film with Corey Feldman in character as Edgar Frog — and the person introducing the film was Kevin Spacey? It sticks in my mind because it seemed seriously and surreally WTF at the…

And eyeliner and mascara! Applied directly to their eyes! With no way to properly sanitize anything! Do these people *want* pink eye?

Ironically, about five minutes after I posted that and accepted that it was all over, I got a message from another person from the project not tied up in the interpersonal mess, and she’s asking what’s going on with the project. As I was replying to her, I realized all of the drama with this project is directly caused…

Goodbye to toxic people thread, anyone? This week, I finally did a Facebook purge and unfriended a bunch of people who deserved it. I had thought I needed to hold onto this one last time to our former friendship, but then the ones I had thought were the best of the bunch neglected — and thereby essentially canceled —…

Me! I’m only on the third episode, though. I don’t think I’ve gotten to the ass closeup yet. And I *will* be finishing it this weekend. I really want to just finish it tonight, but I know that will fuck up my sleeping cycle too much to even attempt. In other ST news, I’m kind of amused by the fact that Kenny Rogers is…

Yup. I literally call this way of getting royalties for lyrics most people don’t even know exist the Roddenberry Plan.

And then we have Oregon, where a senator was told last year to stop touching women *in any way* at work — and he didn’t stop. He apparently groped a female senator *on the Senate floor*. And when he was punished for “inappropriate behavior,” it was reportedly for smoking cigarettes in his office, although that was…

The part that stresses me out the most is the fact that the lyrics were written by Robert Altman’s then-fourteen-year-old son Mike. Robert Altman made something like $70k for directing the film. Mike made something like a million dollars for his part of the song royalties due to the lyrics.

Hell, you can even randomly pick an area code. I have one from a city I have been in precisely one time in 2008, and it’s six hundred miles away in a different state.

Battle Ground! The last I heard, she lives out in Yacolt or Amboy. She was skating in the Cascade Park rink in Vancouver for a while after the Clackamas rink closed, but I’m not sure if she’s still doing that.

Parked cars. That’s a parking lot where the attendants park cars in columns. It started really small, so everyone had time to realize OH SHIT THERE ARE THINGS THAT CAN EXPLODE HERE and get away (or, in my case, for someone to say, “Something’s on fire,” thereby ensuring everyone within earshot will drop what they’re…