My grandfather once asked my grandmother why she’d left some ingredients out of a casserole recipe for the church cookbook.

That only happened to me once, in 1997 my friends and I were late to see Batman and Robin, and we had to sit up front with our necks crinked up at an angle & hurt the day after. And the movie was the comic book equivalent of The Room. Actual literal insult to injury.

It took me awhile to climb fully aboard the reserved seating train, but now that I’ve embraced it, I’ll never go back.

Years ago longer than most are in ages here, I was on a bus with about 30 other American tourists to Ephesus, the phenomenal ruins in Turkey. The guide was this wonderful Turkish woman who taught history at a university. Well it was a schlep to the ruins so she sang a couple of traditional Turkish folk songs and…

Nazis: “We literally believe that the genocide of non-whites is justified.”

Frida! Samantha! Poppin! Mary! Glenda! Rîsgorn (yes I looked up the Sindarin female equivalent, ‘cause I’m a huge nerd)!

i need outta the pending pokey. how does a po’ country boy earn y’all’s trust?

GOING OVER THE WALL, ISN’T IT OBVIOUS?

‘What is the air speed velocity of an unladen raven?’

“Extra Creepy Jared Leto” is repetitive.

Powerthirteen’s log, Stardate 8/23/17: I have begun to forget what it was like not to be in the greys. Hope of merging my accounts fades. All is cold. Only the hope of Blade Runner 2049 not sucking keeps me alive.

is “kinja” Japanese for “Load More Comments” ?