I demand a Delphi book. DEMAND IT.

Srsly, don’t bring a boy to a woman’s convention.

TSA straight up stole a jar of peanut butter from me a few years ago in my checked baggage. “Safety hazard”, my ass. I am still pissed about it.

I am so happy. And so excited. That was phenomenal.

I’m flying next week, and people keep going “you’re not checking a bag?!” Not if I can help it man, I’ve heard too many stories of the TSA stealing people’s shit. It’s taking an extreme amount of strategy + squishing clothing into the tightest possible rolls, but I think I can do it.

Came home from the airport recently to find that TSA had unwrapped and examined a jar of apricot jam and a jar of honey. At least they didn’t steal them.

Oh yeah - they nabbed my Wisconsin Cheese Spread from my carryon on a trip out East. I swear those bastards confiscated crackers from some schmuck further down the line and had snacks in the break room.

They stole a tub of sculpting clay from my boyfriend last year and their explanation was that they would have also taken it if it was peanut butter, which did not make their story any more logical.

I’ve been known to travel with an extra suitcase to fill with wine. I always check it on the flight home. I can’t believe they stole your peanut butter but my wine has always arrived safely at my destination. Jerks. You must by the expensive stuff and I must have really shitty taste in wine.

I have your dream job and you can have it too! I’m a freelance writer/editor/copy editor/proofreader and I work in educational publishing. I’ve worked on all kinds of subjects, some of which I knew absolutely nothing about (molecular biology, anyone?) But my job was not to be a molecular biologist, but to read through…

Laughing out loud for real.

I am so tired of this “everything must be red velvet” cultural moment. OVER IT!

+1 for professional reader. Second choice: professional long walks in the woods walker.

Aw, I’m pretty sure I have that job now. I took a huge pay cut to become an academic, and I still don’t get paid well, but I wouldn’t trade it for my old life ever. (Philosopher btw). [Edited because I mixed up my cliches in my tired state!]

You’re bang-on: they are very off-putting. On par with Cronenberg’s version/vision of the inhabitants of Naked Lunch.

Would star 20000 times if possible. Most succinct description ever.

I don’t understand the reference but I feel a visceral reaction to what you’re saying.

Dude. If you can figure that out, hook me up.

You deserve more stars.

Now that the trailer has dropped, and my new dream job is Wonder Woman, how about a dream job thread? Childhood dream jobs, current dream jobs—what is it that you wish you got paid to do?