Starred for sympathy-bile.

Splitting apples or other fruits with similar shapes (pears, persimmons, etc) is considered fun at my house. We normally eat something like 4 quarters of apples. It ends up being the same amount, but you also get to make sure that the kids are eating some goddamn fruit once in a while.

Buffets are seriously gross.

I’m alternating between all sorts of different stuff, but yesterday I came across a performance of Monteverdi’s L’Orfeo by Jordi Savall’s group, and I can’t stop listening to it.

Wut, that’s an excellent name.

I listened to the Sugarcubes all the time in high school.

No hat is worth #4.

There’s also the problem that there is very little that’s interesting or compelling in the Inhumans source material.

Every airbnb I’ve stayed at was super professional, and even a bit boring. No satanic clown dolls or weed/condom kits.

That’s one of the marks of A Good Writer.

I get where you’re coming from; let’s continue with this:

We grew up very working class, sometimes quite poor, and when my parents got older and a little more organized, they started liking cruises as the preferred way to take a vacation. So they’ve (super-generously) taken me, my partner and kids on two cruises now. They’re the relatively cheap kind, I think Carnival.

Or the mozzarella sticks.

wut, how could anyone hate Star Trek?

That depends. I’m incompetent with most things that involve being handy, and the other day I had to make a wreath (don’t ask ), which came out awesome.

This is good kinja.

Office work sounds so neato.

Sometimes I would consider selling my soul for a really good bagel,* too.

That’s very interesting because I make $1683 a day working from home.

It’s really 60s-70s, right? Janis Joplin comes to mind, and I was just listening to Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours and there is definitely some daddying going on there.