these "protests" have gotten really common in austin in the last few months. they walked past my bar about a week ago, and because i've read so much about them, i was angry instead of afraid. i'm not sure that makes me feel any better, though. i'd prefer to retain the survival instinct that causes one to duck when…

SPLOOSH.

i, on the other hand, love her for "rocuckoo." i will use this henceforth.

i'm sorry, when was this NOT a trend?

i'm going to have to stop right there.

well that's just.. wrong.

the only time mine yells at specific people is if they're talking in class, which i generally appreciate.

oh, my instructor is nuts, and i love him for it. he's an angry bastard who rules with an iron fist. every one of us curses the day he was born for 50 minutes, and then cheerfully thank him for a great class.

psht... you have neko case. that's built-in superiority right there.

he's welcome at my waffle house any day.

were there any reports of screams of "nothing's ever fine?"

mine used to tell me that an apology was a promise to never commit said transgression again, and i knew she'd have my ass if i broke my promise.

amazing. i love practical cold dressing advice, because it is so very foreign to me. i do fairly well, mind you, in basic cold conditions, but the level of cold you're describing is totally out of my wheelhouse.

seriously. i have the same talks in texas with yankee friends in august and september. "look, you have to treat it like a sun blizzard, or your ass will end up in the hospital."

my only problem with 50 shades (besides the criminally bad writing) was that it wasn't about bdsm. it was about an emotionally unhealthy relationship with a little light kink.

beat me to it. cheers.

oh, dodai.. i truly love you.