Yah, it’s about the same here, except I couldn’t be walking the dog anyway because I have vertigo, and walking too far is a world-spinny migraine in the making. We had to tie our dog in the back yard whenever she needs to do her business. She kept jumping the fence. Silly whippet. Luckily, we have plenty of kitties…

Only one? Try having five adults (including me) and a severely ADHD 7 year old boy (a roomie’s kid) living in what is admittedly a large house (3800 sq. ft.). We’ve not been going anywhere for any amount of time, so we’re all kinda on top of each other. So far, we’ve managed to avoid screaming fights for the most…

I use Liar-in-Chief Rump.

*staggers in*

He may be taking pills that he thinks are that drug. That doesn’t mean it is that drug. Placebo ft... something.

I was reading college questions to my sister when I was 3. (She was 19.) When I was two and a half, I read the newspaper front page and asked my mom a relevant question about one of the articles. I’ve been a history geek since second grade, and I read Michael Collins’ autobiography multiple times in 3rd and 4th grade.…

However, I knew what vomitorium meant when I was a pre-teen, forty years ago. I wasn’t into drama or any other types of theater stuff, mostly because I went to a small private boarding school that didn’t have a drama department. So proscenium is a new word to me.

New word Friday!

BTDT, burned all the t-shirts. Then the t-shirts rebuilt themselves and attacked again. I still have the scars from burning them off me (figuratively speaking). Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fuck no, there will be no third time. Or fourth. No matter how much they want, the answer is fuck, no.

There’s one difference, I think, between your there is no bottom and what I’m saying. Yes, things can always get worse like you said, but that’s inherent in your personal meanings assigned to the events that happen. I think that you most likely have made good judgements about ranking those events.

There is no bottom. I repeat (again), there is no bottom. Never has been, never will be with that crowd.

Liar-in-Chief is too toxic for any self-respecting novel coronavirus. Covid-19 does the overwriting of DNA. It doesn’t want its DNA overwritten. And we don’t want Covid-19 spreading Liar-in-Chief cooties, either.

Y’know, after hearing the same whiny voice over and over again for the umpteenth time in the near past, there comes a point when God just puts these idiots on speaker and walks away, letting some of the blessed learn what it’s like to be damned to listen to these idiots.

My mother was an in-home healthcare worker after my dad passed away. She was the same age or a little older than those she took care of, and that job made her happy. Then when she was in a car accident, she lost her connection between short and long term memory. So she paid forward and was taken well care of in her…

Your “blousetrocity” gets you a star. Nice one. 

There is no bottom. I repeat, there is no bottom.

That wouldn’t have been good in the ‘80s, either. Even worse now.

I can’t help you go anywhere with the anger, but don’t make the mistake that Mr. T did by throwing down on Mr. Rogers....

Two words: Hate Speech. While no, it’s not illegal from the judicial system side, usually going to schools and some other places involve some code of conduct, wthich includes forbidding hate speech, whether in or out of the school.

Women are Keeping America Running--As Usual.