non-profit != to subsidized below market dumping.

Next up on his mod list: Settlers of Qatar.

Falcon is one of the first black superheroes to rise to prominence in comics. He had his own identity, his own history, and more importantly was his own hero. By making him the new Captain America they are negating that. They are overshadowing his accomplishments as a original black hero. Now in pop culture he just…

"You were an unstable mess." Yes, I've had problems with mental disabilities since I was very young. Most of my family suffers from some form of anxiety, depression, or manic depression. Everyone knew this. With the events that happened within the first six weeks of moving in, it makes perfect sense that I had a…

that's one way of weaselling out of it

I've had my fair share of bad roommates, so let's get down & discuss them all!

Right? Sometimes things don't really need a long-winded explanation/analysis.

Commenters are acting smug because they think it's all about dumb people believing in dumb ghosts and not about the fact that this tenant has seen graphic footage of a naked woman chained to her basement column, being tortured while begging for her life, and now she can't walk into the safe place that is suppossed to…

I nominate the dungeon in my current basement for the first episode.

It was both a torture and a murder chamber. The rental description probably referred to it as a multi-use space.

Superstition aside, can you imagine the looky-loos? It would be like living in the home used as the exterior for The Brady Bunch or Full House, except instead of cheerful sitcom fans you'd be attracting the attention of people obsessed with serial murders.

Its amazing to me how oblivious some people are to the fact that:

My mom has promised to visit me after she dies. She says she will run an icy, cold finger down my foot in the middle of the night to let me know there is an afterlife. I asked her if she could leave me a note instead. She said no.

After this past Halloween's scary story extravaganza on Jez, I was so sucked in that I insisted that my husband sit down and negotiate with me, in all seriousness, the ways in which we are, and are NOT, allowed to haunt one another when one of us dies.

Are you made of stone and brass balls? I had to glance over my shoulder *twice* while reading this. Of course, I am also a giant scaredy cat who asked my partner to move a white shirt off the back of a ladder in our bedroom "because I kept waking up in the night and thinking it was a ghost."

Rolling Stone reference is inadvertent, but staying.

The whole thing gets sucked inside like a tape measure snapping back into its case.