I find all posed photoshoots of any kind lamer than hell. I don’t say anything because no one gives a shit and I don’t want to be a hater, but they just look so cheesy. And you know, posed.

I’m sure my Facebook friends are ffuuucckkinng sick and tired of Ripper Street and Broadchurch. Just keep scrolling, bitches, because it’s my page to post on.

Things people don’t want to see on social media: your kids, your meals, your workout logs, your vacations, your professional accomplishments, your romantic activities. Basically, anything good, fun, or productive.

I’d always wondered about that.

Am I only one who finds it amusing that “drinkable” is considered a good quality when applied to something whose only purpose is for drinking?

I had to read that twice to figure out how it happened. I’m vicariously mortified because I can see myself doing something that dumb.

People are dicks. If your picture is on the internet (especially you’re a woman), you’re too skinny, too fat, look too old, have ugly clothes, are too tan, too pale, have weird tan lines, look tired, have had bad plastic surgery, etc. etc. etc. etc. It’s not you. It’s that people are dicks.

I just spit white peony tea on my keyboard.

Some circles had me pregnant in South America.

Also to know that people are “rehearsing” for your death.

Totally random and OT: Idahoan brand instant potatoes are the best.

I’m an anti-packrat whose Facebook quote is “Have nothing in your home that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.” (William Morris.) I say “if I haven’t used it in the past year and don’t strongly anticipate using it in the next year, it can GTFO out of my house.”

Damn, I thought it was good for me. I thought it had vitamin C in it and stuff.

These days I just microwave a pint 30 seconds and have at it. Being a grown up is awesome. (Sometimes.)

I still like the smell of gas. I’m 40.

First time I saw one, I squeezed and poked at it in curiosity. I was thirty-something.

My parents always insisted on keeping the ice cream frozen so hard only my Hulk-like father could dig it out of the container, then they mocked me for always letting it melt a bit before I ate it. I felt hugely vindicated the day I found an interview with a professional ice cream taster who said he would also let it…

I read the first book and when I found out there was going to be a show, I said “get the popcorn.” Not for the show, but for the internet commentary about the show.

I’ve recently developed a bizarre fixation on this show. I blame the cast’s crazy awesome chemistry. But I’m reading about the problems with Aloha and thinking “CBS makes a decent effort, why was is so hard for a movie studio?”

So long as we keep clicking and commenting, Jez will keep posting.