It’s amazing how they just believe what they want to believe, even if their Great God Trump is telling them differently.

I write fanfic but work is too busy in November for me to participate in NaNoWriMo.

Yes, yes, of course. Now, I’m not American (and before you tell me to get out, I don’t live in the USA either), but I wonder what happened to Martin Luther King.

Lol. All those surrogates served their purpose, and now will be discarded on the trash-heap, just like anyone who ever worked for Trump. Hope for their sakes (though they’re scum) that they cashed the cheques already.

That’s the only kind of Schadenfreude that’s keeping me going right now.

I saw Obama on Jimmy Kimmel joke about how his mobile phone is like one of those toy phones where the apps are just stickers, and he said he was looking forward to having an actual smartphone with all the apps turned on. So I guess not.

What follows is horrible and triggering - feel free to dismiss if you don’t want it in your posts:

(the image is the multiple facepalm from the Naked Gun movie - it’s my reaction too.)

I’ve just got this beautiful scene in my head, like something from Spotlight - that Hillary’s camp has had something, and they’ve been sitting on it for months. And every time they go to Hillary and say, “Is it time now? Can we release it now?” And every time she says no, we take the high road, no.

The reply to this makes me sad, ‘cos I thought that South Park could unite us all. Don’t worry, I’ll play.

First of all, facepalm forever.

“Hide your wife, hide your kids . . . “ Oh yeah, I said it.

Now I want someone to make a t-shirt which says “Trump grabs Latinas” in Spanish (google translate tells me “Trump agarra Latinas”) or maybe even “Ocultar su esposa, ocultar a sus hijos, Trump está aquí”.

Look, it’s simple. You can dance if you want to, leave all your friends behind.

Favourite part is when she gets the tweet at the grocery store - you can see her lips form the words: “Dumb motherf-” before we cut to studio.

The SNL right after the second debate is something I’ve been watching again and again - starting with Baldwin’s “Apple-gies”, McKinnon’s hilarious ‘Clinton popping bottles of champagne after the pussy-grab tapes came out’, and even funnier, McKinnon then becoming Kellyanne Conway for ‘Kellyanne Conway’s Day Off’. It’s…

I don’t think mine could record, just playback. I honestly don’t know where my tapes are, and I haven’t played cassettes in ages. I’m not much of a purist, really - it’s all digital music for me nowadays.

Sooo. What you’re saying is that if I dug out my old Walkman I’d get some cash for it? Because I’m not sure where it is, but I also know that throwing things away hurts me in the feels, so it’s still around somewhere.

Is it the worst thing, really? I’m reminded of one of those sayings which people say is Irish, but who knows:

Doubt it.