"Half the people will think i am a bad mother which does not know her priorities and the other half will think that i am a bad scientist which does not know her priorities."

Oh cool! Georges Braque! I don't think he has any real link to feminism, but it's nice to see one of his paintings.

Wow. You know, I just finished re-watching John Carpenter's "The Thing" and there's this one scene....

This noise?

You mean Ray Winstone's 44 inch chest.

I'm still trying to figure out who the intended audience is and my only guess is teen-aged boys who have never seen a *real* dancer, exotic or otherwise.

Terry's very refined readers should be pleased.

Edgar's original name was "Sasha" (the ex named him) and that lasted exactly two days. Sasha is not a scrawny tabby name. A scrawny, wrinkly tabby kitten found in a parking lot— which you suspect to actually be a kitten-skin inhabited by cockroaches who think they've struck gold and will be fed and cared for…

Not that flawed, if you look at where rye was being grown and who was getting above-average rain-fall that year.

Oh man, is it Sunday already? You're kidding. How much did I drink last night? That much? I what? Oh, man, I am so sorry.

He's also saying that widows and widowers can't properly raise children.

Not a comic, but Lucy Knisley's "Picture Book Report" might give some clues how it would be done.

You mean the thing with the apple? I was just wondering that.

What, no love for the daxophone?

The Asuka's not a red. I call shenanigans.

"Perhaps the honey was rotten...."

@pennjillette tweeted:

It was the ReBurger.

I'm so glad my mom didn't see this.

Thank-you for beating me to it. I was hoping someone would say something.