Rejecting a pig because they are a pig is, I suppose, a form a prejudice. Rejecting a human because they are in some manner physically repulsive is also equally prejudicial, but when the “ugly” goes clear to the bone (foul odor, bestial behaviors, what have you), then the prejudice is more common sense than poor…

Oh for the love of all knowledge.... this is something that makes me quite insane with frustration: a person is offended by something (for whatever reason) and takes it to the institution’s attention; a compromise is offered and; no, not enough, the demand is then made for everything to be changed because one person…

I’m not going to be able to attend, although I have no problem with a road trip to see an old movie (drove from South Bend, IN to Ann Arbor, MI to see the re-release of Fritz Lang’s Metropolis). I was hoping to get Fury Road soon, so maybe a four film run.

Someone call Harry Turtledove... or better still, Cherie Priest.

To be blunt, while I enjoy video games I really, really suck at certain kinds, like the style used for Assassin’s Creed. While he was still living here, my oldest son played it a lot, and was rather good at it (I suppose, having no other frame of reference about it than what I saw). The game plays like a movie, and a…

“Seventeen’s readership—which is surprisingly vast—is mostly teenagers. This is a good thing in that they’re less likely than adults to have the money to try to re-enact this scam, but it’s a bad thing in that the ones that do have the money have the critical thinking, decision-making skills, and basic empathy of a…

Sigh

The little red haired girl. Pigtails and all

Obviously, I know neither you nor your husband. I am “coming out,” as it were and stating: your husband is a lucky man. Like the guy who has a wife that keeps wigs so one day he sleeps with a blond and the next with a redhead, you, my dear, are a queen among lesser beings.

Next, you’ll go blind. I’ll see myself to the door, thanks. *rimshot*

Sad, but such is the world in which we live. Hell, I am not “banned” from mentioning the Corporate Name For Whom I Toil but should I do so, there are folks at .... that track who says what about .... and I can be terminated for mentioning .... even in this post, in this manner.

56 this September.

“Premium Funk cannot be beat. Premium Funk is invincible...”

Linked article has at least one (to me) moment of what I must presume is unintentional hilarity, that the rights of “privacy” of three people that were having sex in public have been abused. Now how, pray tell, does one get busy in >public< and have their >privacy< abused?

I am shocked to discover that a corporation would promise cash incentives for performance then rake the performance over the coals via some usage of a metric that really, in the end does not measure quality of performance. (16.5 years at a company that has been sliding into this tar pit deeper and deeper with every…

Why, yes, he did win the fight, Chicago style: with a small army against a lone 46 year old Texan. Who still got licks in. Ass beatin’ time in the infield...

She understands me quite well thank you. Then again, I always say “please” and “thank you.” She responds accordingly.

Sounds like ... a certain place here in the U.S. Can’t speak, corporate clowns will eat me.

Bitches: always be trippin’.

Snot nose dang kids. Get off my lawn!