All Shane Black movies are Christmas movies in my house.

Of course Long Kiss Goodnight is a Christmas movie! Shane Black wrote it, after all.

Heck no! My first cat that I grew up with was part Siamese, and very talkative. I loved it.

Haha, that’s sweet of you. Though I assure you, I live what Kathleen Kelly would describe as “a small life.”

I’m so used to cats hating it — both my previous, including the one who now looks after my mom — that I was almost too shocked to finish the first time! I kept expecting him to turn on me suddenly, lmao.

Bah! What a character!

They really are! Love having a little house panther buddy around.

I couldn’t believe it! Clearly his previous owners hadn’t attempted it yet (he still had those pure, sharp-as-hell razor kitten claws when we took him in), and I was fully expecting a fight, but he just sits in my lap and lets me do it! I mean, he clearly doesn’t like it (he’ll give me maybe one little irritated…

Perfect comment.

Hey, yay, an earlier SNS post! That makes me happy. If anyone wanted some kitty photos, maybe this post will cheer you up!

I’m toying with the idea of using a pseudonym (I think I even know which I’d want to use) for the purposes of memoir writing later on. Like, I would love to be as ballsy as Eve Babitz was about frankness in discussion of her own life, particularly the romantic side of it, but hardly anyone can pull that shit off with…

I actually don’t think your idea of writing up a little business-card-sized paper that says “Still working, thanks!” is a bad idea.

Speaking as an indie publisher and a former copy editor (good luck ever getting paid as one these days), this bums me out, but does not surprise me in the slightest.

maybe they really are just shredding that fucking hard.

My favorite thing about these mailers — and by favorite I of course mean the thing about them that fills me with deep irritation bordering on rage — is that they leave them on every door of my apartment building, everyone ignores them, and they end up literally littering the street we live on with obnoxious pieces of…

This level of disconnect does not surprise me in the slightest.

Oh, it was definitely a bonding experience, the shittiness! I mean, I met one of my current roommates there, and he’s a good friend. We worked in the same department, so there were many bitching sessions.

Oh, you’re preaching to the choir there! I have a few friends who could currently probably stand to be reminded of this (sad, but true) reality.

A group of 5 boys attempted this with me at the same age. It was absolutely terrifying, and I escaped (fairly, relatively) unscathed. I can’t imagine what going through anything worse than that, as she did, would feel like, and how it would affect you afterward.

I put in that I’m a 6' tall woman because I’m sick to death of how many men reveal themselves to be giant babies about tall women later on. It’s pervasive and ridiculous.