Moab gave you shit about a bicycle? Huh. They seemed comparitively hippy when considering the rest of the state.  Took me two hours to locate the world’s tiniest shot of bourbon after I’d finished a race there. Beautiful place, odd folks.

You see fried fish and grits in quite a few of the breakfast joints in Atlanta, particularly on the west side of town. I’ve had it a few times, but doesn’t beat out chicken and waffles for me.

Oh, and there’s a sub-header before going out: Get waxed (or whatev), pull together sexy outfit, makeup, AND set up mindset to get fucked by a stranger. I barely have the energy to do that more than once a year and all I take care of are plants.

IKR? Also, the poor woman has two kids under the age of four. She must be exhausted AND she’s got to plan out a cuckold scenario?? How easy is that to even fit into the calendar? SHE’S GOT SHIT TO DO, MAN. JESUS! I’ve got to wonder how easy he makes this for her beyond whining about it.

The problem is that they may not have 40 PAID hours. I just got a grocery delivery and the guy apologized for being a little outside the window. He said they hadn’t had my stuff ready when he got there and when that happens, he loses money. This is time theft with no recourse. 

THE BRAND IS STRONG!

My brain overheats when there’s a discussion about employment rate that doesn’t include the impact of gig work. All I can think: yes, people are working but, is it work that’s humane? A hot economy is no good if it’s built on the back of working every day and sleep deprivation for tips.

Ooof. Too soon.

That still in the header reminds me of being 6-7 year old watching this at Easter and thinking, “What’s wrong with those ladies’ hair?”

I love those twins. How they are genetically true to a smart, suspicious mom like Petra, but have enough romantic heart like dim (but beautiful!) Raphael to be willing to get behind future step-mom Jane.

This is my family secret to southern style biscuits, as well. Freeze that fat, y’all. 

Well, and you just might be cool with 420.

C’mon, Ravelry, yarn bomb this ridiculousness!

I’m baffled by these people. I guess they feel like crusaders or heroes? It’s tragic.

I did this a year ago in Atlanta. What can I say? I wanted to minimize time sitting in traffic and I’m a public servant sick of rent. This is what I could afford. My advice would be say “hey” to all your neighbors and memorize names. And pipe down at the neighborhood meetings til you know more (that’ll take awhile.) An…

It’s infuriating. In Atlanta, the city council raised the fine for parking in a bike lane, but the ratio of other violators to police is about three to one.

Yeah, I was considering reading “Women Talking” by Miriam Toews and when one of the reviews mentioned “based on a true story” I went down a vrey dark hole of the internet. The book is excellent, so far.

WTF?! That was nuts. And I thought the South American Mennonite community group of men who gassed and raped women in their community was going to be low read of this month.

That jawline? That break in his voice when singing “Edelweiss”?? That broad-shouldered ripping up a Nazi flag??? *swoon* Solid movie crush choice. 

“Weirdly”?? No, my friend. Plummer was sexy as fuck in this movie.