Our (flipped) house is in builder’s beige, but that just means it’s a nice neutral background for the garish vintage movie posters.

So how do you go about siccing health inspectors on them?

So how do you go about siccing health inspectors on them?

Hell, this morning’s breakfast was a quantity of tuna salad, a roll, and a hunk of cheese.

This one might, though:

I wonder how telling it is that this was the song that got stuck in my head last night:

Now I’m thinking of the end of the movie Society. (Warning: probably not work-safe.)

I’ve been harboring brutal thoughts about unrepentant Republicans far too often lately.

Nice!

I’ll be out of town from the 9th-15th; my mom needs someone around to help during her initial recovery from cataract surgery on one eye.

Did get my replacement switch from Elenco, so the multimeter is (slowly) proceeding apace.

Better yet, testicles. Thin the herd somewhat.

Basically, they need to split the award into “Ugliest Dog, Chinese Crested” and “Ugliest Dog, Non-Chinese-Crested”.

Nah, she’s no cunt. She lacks the depth and the warmth.

Hm! Yeah, I’m not sure how I’d react. Intellectually I’d have no problem but something down in the limbic system might be all NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.

You say that while Kevin Conroy is still around?!

That’s a very nifty-looking house.

I’m not sure if I’d be horrified or fascinated. Do you have any idea what sort of test it was for?