She’s also wonderful in The Object of Beauty. It was a nice, thoughtful, bittersweet little independent movie, and she had real chemistry with (a fairly restrained) John Malkovich.

Because Sidney Blumenthal; Sidney Blumenthal; Sidney Blumenthal?

All vapers will be held without trial in Jade Helm FEMA trailers, AKA the new Gitmo. They will be guarded by Islamic Extremist Muslims and representatives from Teachers Unions, while being trained to replace coal miners. READ MY IMPORTED BASEBALL CAP.

Checkout the blond son (I refuse to learn their names) observing the maneuver, and making an involuntary “Bro, ooh, that’s cold,” face. Presumably because he’s intimately familiar with the gesture.

I’d like to think that Ivanka’s vividly green dress is a statement of sorts: the literal opposite of red.

How she keeps herself from running over to him, grabbing his puffy head and gouging her thumbs into his eyes until he screams, I will never understand.

As a gay man, it really pisses me off every time someone says “all men” talk like this. Because I know if I called that sort of person out on this, they’d qualify with some sort of “all real men” bullshit. Because white/straight/male is their default, and everything else is “other” and inherently lesser.

Straight white male.

Rheumy white eyes set

I picture sad, half-dead pets, from Walgreen’s.

“Look, it was very, very, very decisive. It was so decisive, it doesn’t get any more decisive. I’m telling you, that’s what people are saying. They’re saying it very completely the most of anything they’re saying. And I’m saying, historically, historically it was the most historical. Really, really historical.…

When I was about fourteen, I was an inpatient in a psych ward for suicidal/self-harming adolescents for a couple of months. I made a truly wonderful friend of a patient there, a girl about my age, who had apparently never felt a white boy’s hair before. She asked politely if she could, then reached out tentatively and…

This beast, for whom I dogsit, performs (no other word for it) the longest, whistling, gag-inducing farts, and is mystified by them each time. I’ll moan when I hear it brewing, and even as it’s slowly, audibly leaking out of him, like rancid death stench, he’ll look at me all panicky, like WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME.

It’s an “opt-in” choice.

You can opt in, by going to “Your Prime Membership.”

“Nonsense. Empanel the right grand jury, and I could indict a ham sandwich.”

Which is why I always use a light meter, and include a severed human head in my photos, for scale. Usually that of the last seller. Long Live Craigslist.

Election Day is my birthday. : (

Exactly. I also think she has a big heart, and while there may have been an element of the physical representation of “Well, bless his heart,” there was also genuine intent to throw him a little warmth. It’s her nature, she doesn’t seem like a shark. I think she likely feels sorry for him, knowing just how idiotically…