I’m just hoping the AV Club will keep covering it. I need to talk with internet strangers about the inherent grossness of melting, smothering chocolate spheres on top of perfectly good cake (that’s a thing?!?)

Sure! I use Desaulniers’ Death by Chocolate (which is a good book in general) as my starting point. http://articles.baltimoresun.com/1992-10-14/features/1992288155_1_pecan-pie-chocolate-pecan-chocolate-chunk 

Aaaaargh. The thing that is almost as maddening as the systemic racism and institutional rot is that Kemp is so damn dumb. I am 85% sure he is going to be my governor and I can’t imagine how much effort it’s going to take to get anything done without recreating public policy in the form of a coloring book.

And I’ll raise you a chocolate pecan bourbon pie . . . which is going to cost me like 40 bucks to make this year due to the hurricane damage in south Georgia. 

Eleanor should just lean in to the love. There is no defense against anyone who can say “puuuppies” that adorablely.

I’ve got to think that Mueller knew this was coming and has a contingency plan. I’m glad Sessions is out because—unlike most of the larcenous redshirts chosen for the first few rounds of this administration—he was really fucking effective. I hated what he did, but kinda had hats off to his rabid, beady-eyed tenacity…

I really feel the robot husband was unnecessary. Which is a shame, as a robot husband has been on my wishlist for ages. 

I’m guessing it’s the depression dog because it was created to feed the sad hoboes wandering through Chicago in the 1930s. I’d prefer to think we’re naming food by the state of mind we need to have to eat it.

I live in Georgia and thus have been checking and re-checking my mail-in ballot like it’s my job. If the antics that have been happening over the last few weeks happened before I mailed it in, I probably would have just had the peace of mind of hitting the enter button myself and getting my little peach voting sticker.

My mind went, “Aw, poor baby. Hope he shakes off that Ted Cruz . . .”

I stole that tape from my mom and bopped around my room to it as my Barbies had very complicated dating scenarios.

I knew it was unlikely from past appearances, but I was kinda hoping Kamilah was going to turn out to be as amazing as everyone but Tahani seems to think. (Nice Chidi hypnotism, BTW.) My Tahani empathy would have deepened a little more as we watched her hate someone obviously better than her . . . just . . . because .…

My first thought at reading the headline was, “This is white people nonsense.”

Second thing I’m gonna do with my time machine—after hitting up a 70s disco like they’ve got in The Deuce--is show four or five of my friends “Don’t Be a Lawyer” before it’s too late.

To quote Tahani: What a weird creep.

I am grateful evry day that y’all got the heat, not Georgia (though we probably deserve it.)

I’m from Georgia and thus indoctrinated with decades of Florida contempt, and even I thought that version of Jacksonville was a bit much . . . Oh, JAX, you are easily in the the top FIVE of swamp towns, and your residents were always much nicer to the young, drunk Blue Brain posse at GA/FL games than we deserved.

I must have missed your neighborhood. I’ve been using my bland, Nordic, middle-management face to sneak up on doors in Cobb County for Stacy. Somebody called me a “traitor” last weekend. Didn’t specify as a traitor to what, but I can infer.

The baffling thing is that—aside from being a smug, racist dickhead—Kemp is also dumb as a bag of hammers. I’ve been a little impressed (if nauseated) that his team has managed to pull this off so far.

It made my gut twitch to see Candy so dismissed. I get mad enough when ignored in meetings . . . I can’t fathom how I’d handle being kicked out of a project I’m ostensibly in charge of and raised money.