That’s not (just) a tiara, it’s a parure.

I once worked with a guy (who was actually a nice guy ... but) who was the son of brother-sister parents. He looked exactly like that header photo.  Apparently it’s a lewk.

“Homemade tortillas must be cooked. Those flour tortillas bought at the grocery store only need be heated or even eaten cold as they have already been cooked” - Quora

UK: Mars bar  US: Milky Way

There is no such thing as good celery. When people talk about “the devil’s lettuce”, I always think they must mean celery. There’s a gene that makes some people think cilantro tastes like soap; I have the celery-tastes-like-shit gene.

The header photo says “summer crush”, but they’re all wearing sweaters and boots?  And whatever the hell that ski suit thing is.

We’re not a state with an R governor, but I’d really like Dianne Feinstein to be replaced.  She’s like 200 years old already.

I used to work at an animal shelter. The volunteers skewed cis-het, but the staff were overwhelmingly LGBTQ.  It wouldn’t surprise me if others were the same.  We weren’t a “gay animal shelter” as such, but we also kinda were, really.  Unless you meant gay animals?  In which case, penguins for the win.

My Dad always insisted on putting “schoolmaster” on forms, rather than “teacher”. So when I got married and had to name his job (he’d been deceased approx five years at that point, why one has to give details re dead people is beyond me) I went with “schoolmaster” in his memory. An outdated stupid question deserved an…

My dog lost control of his bowels when the (very nice) vet tech tried to trim his nails.  I can’t imagine the horror going through a dog’s mind when some asshole puts the poor thing on the car roof.

I recently discovered pandan. It deserves a wider audience than it currently has. It’s like vanilla-wafer flavored pudding. You can eat it warm or cold. You can fill cakes with it. You can dip things in it. It’s a delightful pistachio-green color. I can’t imagine anyone not liking it.