Ah yes. I recall getting to listen to the mover tell me all about how a Kindle was the same damned thing as a textbook (aka, he was bitching about moving my books) and when I began to explain the way people learn and the various studies that indicate that people retain information better if they interact with the…

Preach. As a kid I spent two days in the Sherman Oaks Burn Center because my a$$hole camp counselor wouldn't help me put sunscreen on my back (I was 4 and my skin is so pale, it's essentially translucent). It's not a "nice to have", it's a need to have. Now as an adult I have to keep my shoulders and back covered…

The recent news that James Joyce had syphilis is the ONLY reason I can forgive him for his books. I blame them on his syphilitic cognitive decline. http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/jun…

Must. resist. urge. to. hit. man. with. my. car.

This show is killing my lady boner. KILLING IT.

Correction, there's a problem with ALL sugar free gummy bears. Avoiding sugar is not worth the price your body has to pay for the substitute. Signed, Usually a fan of better living through chemistry

You also can't rule out neurological disorders that can be emergent. I love, love, love, love dogs and I think this was the correct decision.

What a lovely understated third wedding.

I was initially going to be named Heather, but after a friend's baby with the same name died, my mother decided my name would be "Happiness." Thankfully she had a yuppie friend who SHUT THAT DOWN while my mom was laboring and I got a first name that didn't immediately bring up images of tie dye and weed.

I have friends who are totally beloved and complete gun nuts. They play the sane and safe card, but I remember the days when booze/drugs/and guns were generally being played with simultaneously. My greatest fear (and sadly, prediction) is that ultimately one of them will use one of her gazillion firearms to kill…

I was JUST thinking about this (durable hymens, not yours necessarily). When I went in for a tune-up after a summer of much casual (albeit safe) sex, the OB/GYN started to giggle while she was poking under the hood. When I asked what was funny (because laughter is really not what you want to hear when someone is…

Why? So you can feel better about the picture? So Shape can continue to sell the fantasy that you'll look a swimsuit model if you do their booty-shaper workout?

Oh, it wasn't a bumper sticker—it was full tailgate art, very much in the same script as the Kill Bill pic above. And I met the woman in question (as I was gawking at her sweet ride), and it appears to be a (I'm interpreting) a lesbian wink and nod to the original pussy wagon.

There is a woman in Portland, OR who has a Pussy Wagon. That's not a slur. It's a pickup with "Pussy Wagon" written across the tailgate. Best part? She works in Corporate America. It did my wage slave soul good to see it parked in front our corporate headquarters every day.

I had forgotten about this! THANK YOU FOR THE WEDNESDAY NIGHT JOY!

"I bonked my kitteh."

I am inordinately excited about this. I was going to wear my ugly, comfortable shoes anyways, but now I can say it's "on-trend".

I'm choosing to believe that no one would produce something like that unless they were presenting it as a performance art.

Poor coyotes. I keep a pocket air horn for them—seems infinitely more humane.

4, entirely by chance. I had a rubber ducky in the tub and it would shoot out a stream of water. When I figured out that aiming that stream to just the right place felt AMAZING, I told my grandmother who promptly told me not to talk about it.