I miss the days when unrealistic fears outweighed real-world ones.
Hello, all. The last week has been a bit much. I’m trying to be good, but... yeah, I’m having big feelings and bad thoughts.
I’m going to assume that owl had as exciting an evening as I did and is still asleep.
I think the theme of the week is something like this maybe?
I started at the top - Are You A Homosexual? If Yes Click Here >
Some of you may remember (and most of you don’t care) that I got all pissy and left a while back, but the nice people in the white coats say I’m all better now and quite frankly I’ve got a lot of pent up ramblings and nowhere to post.
I can’t wait to see how the right wing Christians normalize and prop this shit up.
Really, the headline tells the entire story. The rest is just a bunch meaningless drivel about hands-on urologists and feral cats or something.
Even in the pouring rain and the dark of night... #notmypresident
I saw Tig’s show last night. My face still hurts this morning from laughing and laughing and laughing. She is seriously amazing. If she is coming to your city any time soon, GO! See! Her! Fucking hilarious.
I found out today that my partner’s best friend’s husband was involved in a very high-profile police shooting/murder. He is a police officer, and he is now charged with filing a false report in order to cover for the officer who actually pulled the trigger. His account of the situation is completely at odds with the…
So, when I make a salad I have a go-to. I do greens, topped with grape tomatoes, corn, black olives, scallions, bleu cheese, with a balsamic dressing. I would love to expand my repertoire. Come at me, GroupThink! What is your go-to? What salads do you make that are little unusual? I love salad, but I need a bit more…
There comes a time when a thing that was once yours isn’t yours anymore. It’s not anyone’s fault, that’s just the way the world works. Old blood rushes out, new blood rushes in, and things change. I think the worst thing one can do is to is to either rage against change or to try to move in a direction that one…
Edit - the original post was a lame attempt to be ironic and funny all that cool stuff. It failed spectacularly and people called me out on it - rightly so. I leave it here as a monument to failure and poor decision making. I lamely touch on that in responses below, but most people probably won’t go that far into it.
This stuff is the shit. Neat, no ice, no mixer, no water. Hell, I might start writing again.
So in this post-Hogan, post bankruptcy, post-off-the-books-Denton-loan, post-topical-name change world, who’s still left in Clashtalk? Am I the only survivor of the Daulerio pograms out there? Who remembers the dawn of Clashtalk? Anyone?
I spent my entire Father’s Day (a day of requested/demanded solitude for me) learning to sing and play Bruddah Iz’s take on this song note-for-note, word-for-word. It was difficult, not for the material, but for his version being such a bring-tears-to-your-eyes version/mash-up for me.
If history has taught me anything, the transition to this new version of Kinja will be a disaster.
What you gonna do? Pt. II