Cthulhu suffers from being familiar, even to people who have not read the book from whence it came. Cthulhu is a pretty minor character in the Lovecraft-authored tales; it’s mostly accidental that it has ended up being the titular figure of the ‘Mythos’ and one could argue that it should be called the ‘Yog-Sothoth Myth…

In the UK we call them woodlice and they are, as others have reported, entirely harmless, and as you suspect it probably blundered in through your patio door. They love damp timber and cool environments, but will invade your home if they become disoriented.

That’s a horrible thing to happen. I’m so sorry.

I’m afraid for me it is a step too far. If I find out a business has no loos, or unisex loos, I will go (pun not intended) somewhere else wherever possible. I do not want to use businesses whose facilities I perceive as dangerous or even just make me feel uncomfortable.

And the moral of this story is: “Stop shoving weird things up your chuff.”

And I’m perfectly fine with washing my hands next to a dude.

And don’t get me started on the awkwardness of a man changing menstrual products in the men’s room.

And fucking get rid of gendered washrooms. They should all be universal. Everyone poops the same, for christssakes.

I like the Japanese way of not opening gifts in view of the giver. Not only does one not have to feign delight at a potentially unsuitable/ugly/offensive gift (if required - most gifts are lovely, and yes the thought does count), but it gives an actual real purpose to sending a proper thank you letter/email/text…

I’m sorry it scares you - I consider it liberating - I can do anything because ultimately it won’t matter. None of my terrible life choices matter to the Universe, it will not even notice as it chugs along. I have no more significance than a single electron when considered within the Universe as a whole. I am invisible…

If you are of childbearing age and you think you might ever, EVER, need these drugs, buy them now, before the PTB somehow clamp down on the service. Buy as many as you can sensibly afford for yourself, your friends, your children, your grandchildren. Hoard these drugs against a possible unfriendly and misogynist future…

In the future 2018 will be muttered of in hushed tones, referred to obliquely as ‘The End’.

These are great :)

Hekas, Hekas este bebelloi.

They’ve been problematic for years. Old Man Disney set the tone, and it doesn’t look as though there has ever been any meaningful cultural change. Plus they worship the mighty dollar, and will trample over anything and anyone to get to it.

Azealia Banks outs herself as raging dickhead.

This is incredibly disrespectful and downright revolting.

I’d read and heard some reviews saying this film is a bit of a duffer. This article makes it sound far more interesting and worth looking into. Thanks - I might just give it a spin. I’ll blame you if it turns out to be crap though.

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