Roses are fairly nice.

Every time I end up with these things I give them to my rats to play in. It's half burrowing, half eating. Such happy rodents. It's glorious.

No, I'm Canadian. Which means I already am a commie pinko sissy.

Rats are great pets. I started keeping them for the same reason you have: missed having pets, can't have a cat or a dog where I live. As smart as the smarter dogs I've known, affectionate, playful, and cuddly. I have one dozing on my hip right now, an older lady rat who has decided that out-of-cage playtime is best…

My sister had a Beast doll as a kid. We called him Chris. He will always be Prince Chris to us.

Honestly, I have more of a problem with my phone insisting I mean "sui" when I type "so." It has always done this, from day one. I have yet to ever need to type "sui."

The metric system is easy. It takes willful ignorance to not realise this.

As an e-cig user, I am all for calling them Robot Smokes.

I think this is my favourite part:

As someone who currently works in pool supply, I can say that people are VERY DISAPPOINTED to be told this mythical additive does not exist. We get a few people asking every year.

Er, yes and no. This website is a lovely mix of fact and fiction, and it explains it poorly, besides being a fearmongering sort of approach. Yes, chlorine has a smell if you're dumb enough to stick your nose directly into a container, or directly after adding it to the water, but there is a different smell…

Put me in the club of ladies who wear old spice deodorant. Mmm, mmm.

It's a mollusc, sorry.

My sister, who is definitely a young, attractive young lady, did her nursing practicum in a very similar sort of boom town in northern BC. She loved the work! She loved the hospital! She hated every single other thing about the city.

Whale Divas. Now that's got me giggling inappropriately at work.

As a keeper of domestic rats, I can say that when rats fight among themselves, a lot of it looks like martial arts to begin with. There's something rather surreal about watching two rats have a squabble, stand on their hind legs, take each other by the shoulders for a sumo-style stare-down, and then have one twist…

This fucking movie. I saw this at a friend's house when I was seven and it horrified me. Fuck this movie forever. I still haven't brought myself to watch it as an adult.

Despite a vague notion on my mother's part that I should be named Josephine after Jo from Little Women (and honestly, I would have loved to be called Jo), my parents had settled on Jennifer until they became very concerned that they knew too many Jennifers, that this was becoming a faddish name, and they didn't want…

I know, right? It's adorable. I dig Happy the Anthropomorphic Vagina.

Can I see this picture? For science purposes.