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Oh fuck right off.

If we want to start talking about books for fall, I'd like to make a shameless plug for the first novel from an amazing Canadian reviewer, writer, dad and feminist.

Probably not because we don't recognize her anymore.

I know, FUN KILLERS. One minute you are enjoying cute baby animals and the next thing you know they're telling you about cat aids.

The original video is on YouTube, and the kitten's owners say nothing about seizures. Also, there's no way the owners would upload their kitten's lulzy seizures for us all to laugh at.

This is part of the greater meme that poor people don't need cell phones. Cell phones are the most vital piece of infrastructure you can buy for $400 by an order of magnitude. Godawful story, but this dumb fucking reporting just makes the point which the Guardian can't fucking seem to stomach: cellphones are a

Um, excuse me, Dandelion, who the fuck is your favorite? OH I SEE HOW IT IS.

I fucking LOVE Gloria. She's such a BAMF. Not my favourite, but high on the list.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Taystee and Poussey are cool, obvs. But they're not everyone's favorite - Sophia and Sister Ingalls' fabulous Christmas pageant-directing duo is pretty damn awesome, yo.

Uhh. It's hard to recall any part of my life when I was in my late teens and early 20's that was not 'related to drugs.' Breaking news, young adults do drugs and are involved with drugs, I guess?

Who said that? No one's having "9th and 6th of August bombing parties" anywhere. Are they?

Man, dating Jenny McCarthy must be so exhausting. Can you imagine?

You know what, whatever Jez sent this letter in? You're an asshole. Your friends are assholes. Go back to fucking Gawker.

And one of them forwarded the letter to Jez. What about Jezebel made the forwarder think that trashing property would be celebrated here?

My heart totally breaks for everyone involved in this story - the people who have 40K to spend renting a house, the landlord who owns a house in an exclusive, expensive real estate area... So much injustice suffered on each side, for both of these people.

Score one for the landlord. The letter was thorough, not dickish and these young professionals are going to fit right in with their peers in finance and fashion.

What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with people? "Minor damages"? They basically ripped her house apart. The second you start putting holes in a wall, and not in the hooks-for-artwork way, you have gone beyond "minor damages." Grow up, you 20-something financial/fashion assholes.

Ha, yes, I'm sure Joe Strummer is rolling in his grave as we speak.