I’m in Fort Lauderdale for work and I’m staying at the Marina Hilton. I’m looking out the back of my hotel room and yards away is a yacht bigger than any house I’ve ever lived in, meanwhile I’m reading The Dispossessed and come upon a passage about the concept of frivolous things being “excremental” in the…

B^U

I used to watch The New Detectives and was convinced that murderers would just walk into your house and get you.

My elementary school had this green box that was like a generator or something (someone can correct me) and it had this warning sign on it.

I’m still curious who or what triggered the shredding, I can't find a straight answer about that anywhere.

I’m positive he'll get the upgrade next season, they've been pretty consistent with 2 years as featured before getting the bump up.

I guess the minutiae of each story plays a huge part in how it’s remembered and how it affects one in adulthood.

Largely a good childhood, my mother was a hopeless drunk and my parents divorced and she died when I was 15, which sounds absolutely terrible but I really had a nice a childhood overall, my parents were nice and loved me and I was never left wanting.

When I’m mad I have an excess of energy, but I may try to emulate your mindset next time I get worked up.

You know, randomly, my studies with Spolin Improvisational Theatre techniques have had some great overlap with what people describe meditation as being like. One of the first exercises is to “feel oneself within oneself”. You focus on the moment, and all the sensations your senses feel in that moment. You feel the…

Definitely all better ideas than my current strategy of lying down and taking a nap for a few hours.

Oh. My. God. I would die, that’s so cute and sounds like heaven. I would legit try to adopt them all and do whatever process you need to do to bring animals from overseas, that’s just adorable.

You speak nothing but truth! I am, however, a cis gay dude and my anger is in no way righteous which is why I’m trying to work on it.

I know it’s scary, but ask yourself if this indefinite limbo of uncertainty you’re in now is really better than her saying no and you moving on. It is scary, until we finally do it and wonder what we were afraid of. It’s like ripping off a band-aid or getting a shot, you’ll be fine 5 minutes afterwards.

That’s very helpful, it’s just that when I try to consciously make myself stop I can feel it bubbling inside and I really feel the need to externalize it to get it out. I almost feel wronged by being forced to keep it inside.

At the end of the month, after my 28th birthday (!) I’m going to be taking an Viola Spolin improvisational theatre workshop taught by Spolin’s granddaughter (who is also the daughter of Paul Sills, who co-founded the Second City). I’ve studied Spolin for years and applying her teachings has made me improve so much as…

Congrats on the kitchen!

The tabby is Tenar, the grey girl is Kida. They love napping on the hubby’s drag stuff (especially Tenar)

Holy hell, how fucking demeaning and childish. I haven’t had my mother in a long while but I could never picture either her or my dad insisting on any of us sitting next to them, much less between. Pretty obvious power move right there, which is a ridiculous, if common-place, thing to happen at a funeral.

Awwww! What a good pup!