A couple of miles from where I live there’s a Chuck-E-Cheese’s ripoff called John’s Incredible Pizza Company. I have never been there, but I have some friends who went once to see what it was like, and I’m assured that it was at least as horrible as one might think. The part of the story that sticks out, however, is…

I grew up north of Redding, so when the Jefferson State thing went national last year I was all, “My people!” My boyfriend is from Texas, so it wasn’t hard to explain the madness to him.

Good times.

I thought the quinoa thing was pretty much debunked? Putting “the quinoa thing” square into the category of “educated white people showing off how good and conscious they are by ‘defending’ poor helpless brown people.”

Which is sad, because it means that literalist Christians control our cultural interpretation of things like the Bible or the definition of religion.

CA is pretty sane in terms of abortion rights. There are always attempts at parental consent or personhood ballot measures, but if they even make it to the election (none of them did in 2012 that I remember) they always get roundly defeated. Redding and Marysville are both fairly small, rural places compared to where…

Yeah, I’m surprised that basic truth in advertising laws don’t seem to have more power in these situations.

Man, Jerry’s on a roll.

That’s really good to know. Thanks!

Do the cans explode when you freeze them? I don’t think I’ve tried ice. Taping it helps some, and I tried stretching it but that seemed to make it worse.

Yes. Yes you should order pizza. Also, that’s a gorgeous photo.

Ugh, I’m so sorry. As a resident of southern California, I will take some of your rain.

I feel you. My school has a lot of international students who are new to the concept of plagiarism as we think about it in the US, so we have a fairly forgiving policy, but people still either don’t understand or think that we won’t notice. Like, if English isn’t your first language, it’s SUPER EASY to tell which…

It took me through at least 5 seasons of binge-watching NCIS to realize that SecNav means the Secretary of the Navy, as in a person and not a department. And I think I only picked up on it because at some point someone said “the SecNav,” rather than just without the article, and for some reason that made it click.

I have some small family heirlooms and a few things of my own that I’m attached to (like the wooden hand—ring holder?—giving a peace sign that my dad brought back for me from San Francisco when I was a kid), and I’d probably take my Tarot decks and a couple of my Terry Pratchett books, but other than that I think it…

I miss walking. I’ve got some nasty plantar fasciitis in one foot, and finally got an appointment with a podiatrist this month, just in time for the weather to stop being ungodly hot. I can’t wait to be able to walk more than a block without worrying about hobbling everywhere the next day.

I just found out that my 2004 Corolla has some suspension issues that aren’t urgent or particularly dangerous, but are also going to cost twice the car’s blue-book value to fix. I’m hoping I can get another couple of years out of him before the suspension actually breaks. But I’ve put 150k miles on him so far, so it’s…

Time to yourself is the best. The past couple of years my BF has gone home to visit his family for the holidays, leaving me alone in our tiny apartment with just the dog. It’s glorious, and I think it’s good for a relationship to have some extended time apart occasionally.

This is fairly sexist, but it’s also the perfect depiction of what periods are like.

I don’t like him when he’s the star. Mugatu is the perfect amount of Will Ferrell for me.