My mom has for the last couple of years instituted a pretty good rule: ANYONE talking politics at Thanksgiving has to eat their dinner alone in the garden shed. Doesn’t matter what side you are on, doesn’t matter if you claim you’re not trying to start something, out to the shed you go. No the dog will not be allowed…

Bless your hearts

Oh man, as someone who works in post, something like this slipping through is my nightmare..

Wasn’t this a YA book? Pretty sure it was...something about Girl waking up from her sleep pod ahead of schedule and meeting Boy who is part of the generation living on the ship. And then they find out shenanigans are happening and they’ve actually been floating in space waaaay longer than the century or whatever they…

I don’t even have to click on that link to know it’s for Drive Me Crazy, one of the best worst teen movies of the late ‘90s.

Doesn’t matter, as long as they can serve an awesome breakfast burrito at 5am.

I watched the pilot for Bull a couple of weeks ago and Christ Almighty, it was terrible. Like even for CBS law-ish drama standards. I seriously doubt Nancy Drew was a worse show, like I’d put serious money on it.

There should be piles of Eddie Bauer fleece zipups at their feet, but yeah I can confirm every dude member of my family owns a pair of tearaway hiking pants.

She’s won 20 in the show, she can do whatever she wants.

My mom told me that chickens are made when a hen lays an egg, then the rooster sits on it to fertilize, and once he’s done the hen sits on it some more until the egg hatches. I don’t know why I grew up thinking chickens were somehow exempt from sex in order to procreate. It wasn’t until college that I realized the…