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Why does it come with all of the furnishings? Was the owner abducted by aliens??

At first I thought the living room looked like it could be kind of fun once it was re-decorated, but looking closer at the spiral staircase and balcony, it looks fucking rickety as hell. And the rest of it is just a nightmare.

That photo of the bedroom HAS to be decades old. I’m 46, and that’s how a cool older teen’s bedroom looked when I was a toddler.

I’m about halfway through The Hot Zone: The Terrifying True Story of the Origins of the Ebola Virus by Richard Preston, and I’ve been making that Michael Scott cringe .gif face the entire time. I’m also still slogging through Barbara Tuchman’s The Guns of August on audio. There’s so many people to keep track of!

I am one of those insufferable people who refer to all ball-based sports as “sportsball” and the lack of televised sports was the one thing I didn’t miss during the shutdown (while still acknowledging the difficulties faced by people who grill hot dogs and throw peanuts at games). But I now find myself very interested

Much like “snowflake”, it’s drifted far from its actual meaning and nowadays (at least online) is mostly used by assholes being shitty, or defending other shitty assholes.

This is the level of taste I’d expect from the guy whose eponymous pizza tastes like a greasy sponge topped with a bag of sugar. He may have left the company, but I haven’t heard it improved the pizza any.

I can only assure you that I am incapable of being “outraged” by anything said by a fading Canadian Boomer pop star. I can, however, think it’s incredibly dumb.

“Virus-making, greedy bastards” seems more in line with the “someone made the virus on purpose and sold it to China” line of conspiracy-mongering. I don’t see how that AND “wet markets and animal cruelty caused it” can BOTH be true. Muddled cognition can be a sign of B12 deficiency, which can be a common drawback in a

Just listened to the first episode of Patrick Raden Keefe’s Wind of Change, which asks: did the CIA write the titular Scorpions’ song as pro-democracy propaganda during the end of the Cold War? I grew up during this era—I was a senior in high school when the USSR collapsed—and I really liked Keefe’s book about the

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I’ve been yelling about this for over a decade, it’s nice people decided to care but I suspect it’s going to be too little, too late. The GOP has been trying to privatize the USPS since at least the Bush II administration, and when you add in Trump’s petulant hatred for Bezos and his total inability to understand how

I wrapped up my week of staycation by watching the second season of Dead To Me over Friday and Saturday, and last night I started the second season of Trapped, which I just found out existed. I’m pretty sure Olafur Olafsson is an actual bear that was transformed into a man via some sort of Icelandic sorcery. (I also

I don’t know if this gets used enough to qualify as a “cliché”, but a trope I love is when the character you thought was going to be the antagonist turns out to be the protagonist, and vice versa. It’s why I love Hard Rain, which is a movie almost no one has strong feelings about or even remembers. (Uh, spoiler alert

I mean, if Jones has enough apocalypse slop to last for a couple of years, he could use that time to grow some food and raise a flock of chickens, even a cow or goat or two. If he has to resort to cannibalism once his buckets run out, I have to think part of him wanted to.

I’m starting my staycation tomorrow; my employer makes food ingredients, so we’re still up and running. My original plan was to use the family condo on Dauphin Island, but Alabama is fucking up their covid-19 response pretty badly and I wouldn’t even want to drive through Mississippi (I live in Louisiana). I don’t

I see Jackie is still on the streets on keeping it classy as ever.

Don Lewis had crashed his plane more than once, and was apparently dealing with cognitive decline (maybe related to all of the plane crashes), so the supposition that it happened again and this time he wasn’t so lucky is the least out there theory there is. Granted, it’s not as sexy as being eaten by tigers or

There’s a joke in there somewhere about how we’ve all seen the First Lady’s boobs, but I’m too tired to find it.

One of the tweets that’s made me laugh the hardest was Daddario’s dry/bemused “The President has seen my boobs” after Obama had tweeted something about watching True Detective. I’ve always had a fond feeling for her since then.