I don't drink much. Never beer or wine, which I roundly hate, just the very occasional hot toddy with either brandy or bourbon. I just went out to the state store at lunch and bought the big bottle of brandy.

I've seen one coming for a while now. We are so polarized and will never come back together again.

Awesome, just put it on hold at the library too.

Ooh, that sounds good. I just requested the two compendiums from the latest run from the library. I'll go looking for that as well. Tell me, will the Epic collection be full of all that blacklight psychedeilc art that I associate with Doctor Strange?

Oh God. Already.

I am in. And also, I will help work the garden.

I'm not looking forward now to having to see my mom at Thanksgiving. She supported Trump and will no doubt be ecstatic and gloating.

I went straight to depression. I imagine I'll circle back to the others later.

I re-read The Outsiders again the other night, when I took delivery of my 50th anniversary edition. It's a beautiful copy, with gold foil on the cover, "stay gold" written on the back in it, and a simple black leather jacket on the front. It holds up really well, despite the dated slang. I think I'm going to re-read…

I'm a white woman and I am feeling the same way … suspiciously looking at every person next to me on the street or at work, assuming they did vote for that orange squalling baby.

No, honestly, if you look at the numbers who voted for Hillary in each state that went red, you'll see that a still huge amount of people are cycling through despair, terror and anger right now.

Oh you're so lucky. My job is not one that's ever going to be in demand.

Hey, sorry to butt in on this post entirely off topic, but I just wanted to tell you - I saw your post in response to me yesterday and haven't been able to get back here until now to respond to you - thanks and sorry for the misunderstanding.

Wow. Okay, I guess not.

I LOVE Benedict Cumberbatch, I love Doctor Strange … are we still friends?

Yeah, but that's at home. On an airplane, God knows what germs or grossness you're walking on … or spreading … with your bare feet. It's a public place and as such, God knows what its seen.

God, this was just beautifully done. By the time it wrapped up with "and we also have some on microfiche" I was ready to give a standing ovation.

I also loved that when he said "hey homies" to Eleanor and Chidi, he was playing around with his flipflops on his hands.

It cracked me up that the very next scene after he takes the cactus is in the waiting room and we see Jason in the back, apparently (and perfectly in character for the dimbulb) watering the hell out of that cactus at the water fountain. At least, I think that's what he was doing.

If my mom gave a shit about documentaries, I'd assume that was her. She frequently can't understand English accents.