*slow clap*

Why wait 30 years? That’s how I think of them now.

...unless you’re me and you find yourself suddenly on a business trip to Shanghai, with only a week’s notice. Then that app becomes a lifesaver. ;)

This godawful election has made me hop on Twitter and do my part to keep the momentum going for Trump’s bullshit action distractions. That, and I am signing, calling, emailing, marching. And I’m not going to stop.

YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH

“‘That isn’t a game, it is yoga and it’s not for girls. It’s not ladylike.’ So I started doing it.””

So, following the William/MiB theory - he has to have left the park after this experience, yes? And married the sister, inheriting the fortune of the company where the sister is the owner’s daughter (I think?). But somehow he becomes ultra-rich, because MiB is referred to as having backed the park, financially. And…

It’s almost as if he’s her husband, and she loves him!

I’m tweeting that to him. On a loop.

This is a good comparison, as that little boy removed the mouth of the only person who stood up to him.

This. THIS.

DOOO DOOT DEEE DEE DEEEEE THIS JUST IN: PERSON CHANGES MIND

Alas, I regret that I have but one star to give for this comment.

You get a star in my heart for the Donnie Darko reference.

I am just popping in to say this: Claire, I love your posts. .I am an avid home cook, but also a veggie who horked a bit at the beef tongue sous-vide, but you no what? Still read it and loved it (although I did have to cover the pictures with my hand.)

Hey, there, Jezebel! Why am I back in the greys? I was followed by you months ago (BEST. DAY. EVER.), and now I’ve been demoted? Wha’ happen?

OH! I meant to mention: what with the gift season coming up - one of my friends has a GREAT etsy shop called Give an Eff (she has no idea I’m plugging her). You can send a beautiful box of handmade fucks to anyone, anywhere.

I am making Instant Pot Tofurkey. We do an ‘Orphans Thanksgiving’ every year, and one of my friends is vegan (and I’m veg). With a red wine demi-glaze. Also a kabocha hummus, and I’m baking bread and making pasta sauce to go with it (we do pot-luck, so I’m not forcing my other friends to eat my kooky veg food). …

Ah, the bold statement followed by the ubiquitous “sorry.” How very Canadian of you. ;)