So, if you do this sort of thing multiple times, it proves that in a clutch situation, under stress, that's your instinct. Your instinct is to bite people. That's fucked up, man. That's the sign of deep mental issues, when that's your go-to reaction.

Seeing that actually made my vision go red a little. If you were the guy who was bitten and you saw him clutching his face/teeth, I cannot fathom how you wouldn't just get up and go completely, totally, animal rage crazy on him.

This perfectly sums up why I can't summon more cares to give to world soccer. I want to care, and I want to like it, but I feel like every other thing is either someone doing something egregiously (and dangerously) against the rules and getting away with it, or some weiner rolling around shrieking and clutching a…

I may know better intellectually, but gustatorially, TATER TOTS. That is all.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You don't store that stuff in the window, sunlight degrades the... never mind.

Sweet Jesus, you're serious :( I thought you were joking.

Dr. Sleep was meh because it was trying very hard to marry one story up with an existing story in the form of a sequel. But Dr. Sleep could have been about ANYONE. Making it Danny Torrance did nothing for me or for the book, I think. Joyland, Mr. Mercedes and 11/22 are all fabulous, though. Got an autographed copy…

You beat me to the grocery store reference. I did tomato paste/sauce, because damn if I haven't made that very mistake dozens of times.

So you want a can of tomato paste. You go to the store, you're in a hurry, you buy tomato sauce instead. You don't take it back, because what the hell, you don't have time for that. You keep the tomato sauce— this is the key part, now, you KEEP THE PRODUCT YOU BOUGHT. Do you expect the maker of the tomato sauce to…

It's far more comparable to a soap opera than to porn. This isn't Fifty Shades of Twaddle, you know.

Talent doesn't absolve someone from acting and looking like an idiot. On the contrary, the greater the former, the more exposure for the latter. It's a nasty cycle.

Rowsdrower, Rowsdrower, Rowsy Rowsy Rowsdrower

I'm glad you recognized that. And I was typing fast and hard, because I've been witness to my brother's dog welcoming him home from several deployments. The bond and reaction from both man and dog is like nothing you can imagine. After months of being homesick and having crazy, traumatic expectations tossed at them…

"Don't create the situation where they have to be told no." He didn't. Some crazy bitch did.

Yeah. You can lump that in with "the Patriot Way". Blagh.

Thinking like this doesn't really help matters. Completely cutting out healthy relationships with men who aren't scumbags just in case they could be scumbags is basically one more way, added onto the many, of telling people they're responsible for preventing their own rape.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, why make this an either/or situation?

Yup... as a woman and a gamer, I'll fully admit sometimes I'm relieved when certain types of games don't even try, because I'd rather play the sausagefest than look at another blowup doll of a character jiggle around the screen for a few hours.

Throw my vote in for that one, as well. I keep trying to figure out exactly what it means, and I don't think I care.

But if you have to break the union rules in order to do the work you do because they've given absolutely no consideration to the work you do— and they've ignored this failing for YEARS— then that's a failure on the union's part. They have specifically, through the exact opposite of their purpose, excluded an entire…