…I have never been more depressed to be right in my life.

Hey, you should come join the TI Forum! We have a whole section dedicated to food, and a thread about barbecuing.

I've never been to St. Louis but I'm all for deep-frying the fuck out of ravioli.

I'd really like to write an article about the soft-shell crab sandwich, but I don't think AVC would take my unsolicited ramblings.

I am now intensely angry that I cannot immediately have a banh mi.

Yeah, I taught myself how to read before I was 3 and was always at an advanced reading level in school; learning how to stop being impatient with people who are different from me has been a big challenge. But on the upside, I'm not an elitist asshole anymore.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess he was a white guy who really liked first-person shooter video games and anime?

Or, you know, just get an actual black person? It's not fucking rocket science.

Because she called out a dude for having a Nazi haircut (which he definitely did) and then it turned out he had brain cancer and everyone got mad at her for making fun of a guy with cancer, even though she didn't know it at the time and I'm sorry, but brain cancer didn't force him to get a Nazi haircut.

It's a good thing very few people are in the office yet because I just let out an involuntary "he did WHAT?"

Me too. Does this idiot think we get off on falling onto the crossbars of our bicycles?!

I think this is an excellent point! I'm actually an editor in my day job, and years ago I was that asshole on the internet who would pick apart stuff when it was neither warranted nor appreciated, because I was being, well, an asshole. And then I realized the same thing - a lot of people do have learning disorders, or…

I hope that things start to look up for you both, whether together or separately. *hugs*

Honestly, and no sarcasm should be taken as there is none involved in my reply, I am deeply impressed by your response - or lack thereof - to his bullshit letter. My first response would have been to text him with "go fuck yourself, you piece of shit," but that you took the high road says a lot about your character.

It's 9:30 AM and I am now desperately craving pho. Good weather for it, too. Cool and gloomy and rainy.

IIRC, isn't there a background mention of Delirium hanging out somewhere in the book?

Either way, I cracked up when that song started.

And wasn't the bullet hole in his chest, with the spread of blood, meant to look like the Sacred Heart? I'm admittedly unfamiliar with Latino Catholicism except only on a surface level, but that's what it looked like to me.

His eyes are so liquid and have a sparkle to them that you don't see in a lot of men.