Just don’t do what I did; my wrist tattoos (the other one says “Live each day as if it is your last”) cannot possibly be covered up. But yeah, I get going conservative, especially for the first - my first one is in the middle of my back, which do not recommend, but it was because at that point I didn’t know what I’d…

Ah, so it’s another Fight Club and people aren’t paying attention to what’s actually being said. Or Tropic Thunder, where the joke is on the actors and the Hollywood system. Fair enough! I will continue to like Smith. :)

I am checking that link out right now. I need to redo one of my art walls (which are all my walls except the one with the eight-foot bookcases on it) to make room for the art I’ve gotten at a few conventions recently. My favourite print is a painting of a tiny robot fixing a giant lightbulb IN SPAAAAACE, so maybe it’s…

No child of mine would ever deserve to be called Serenity. :) Hellraiser, maybe.

They are! And I get so irritated with people who are like “Oh, they don’t love you like dogs do.” Which ... that’s comparing apples and the Bolivian navy on maneuvers in the South Pacific; cats and dogs aren’t the same type of animal. We think they are, because they are four-footed, furry, and commonly share our…

God no. If you love Firefly, I love you, but I had about five too many people tell me I would just love the show (I don’t really watch TV, there’s a lot I miss that I would like) and it just kind of got to the point that the noise of the fans cancelled out anything I might enjoy from the show.

This cat I got because his previous owner had medical trauma that led to her abandoning him in her empty apartment for a month and she decided to give him up. I know her slightly now; we met after I had had her ex cat for like six months.

For some reason that kind of bullshit comparison always makes me just irrationally angry. I used to work in publishing, and we’d get people telling us how their horrible pointless wall of drivel was comparable to The Hunt For Red October, but with the audience appeal of Harry Potter, which is like garbage words in a…

I feel like my experience of war zones is limited, but what you described last week definitely qualifies. Can you, now that you’ve convinced these people, stick with them if you need to stay in contact with the police et al?

I think she meant not you, but that she won’t publicize her address for her customers, so got a PO Box for herself. (I am assuming this is something like Ebaying specialty items.)

Yeah, that satire disclaimer went up like two days ago. Meanwhile, the post itself went up last year. So, I believe that is satire, yes indeedy.

In line with Tina’s post, someone I know on another social media platform was recently talking about the fact that apparently the average number of date-partners in America is 8. Obviously, for everyone who met their future spouse in high school and never dated anyone else, there’s someone out there (like my friend)…

Nordstrom’s is so fucking awesome about that. I have huge feet and I usually buy boots at the Rack; there was an issue once with them and they were able to send me over to the regular Nordstrom’s to get the boots re-heeled for free.

Translation: “We tried to do a colonoscopy with a garden rake that, for some reason, had a miner’s helmet attached.”

Oh, he will let me. :) I strained a muscle in my back the other day because he was laying in my lap (this is my 20lb tuxedo bowling ball) and I was in a weird position to cross-stitch a rug that isn’t on a frame, and then I sneezed. He’s always been clingy but since bf has been out of town (and we don’t even live…

My boyfriend is most of the way across the country for job training for the next three weeks, and it’s killing me because my cat misses him. I mean, I do too, but I can text him. My cat keeps looking up every time he hears footsteps in the hall, and the other day I had my bf talk to him on the phone; he started…

No. The problem is that their minds are already made up, and they have endless justifications for why you’re wrong and they’re right. I found out the FUN way (a three-hour car ride) that my brother has turned into a 9/11 truther, and I just can’t even with those motherfuckers. But by disagreeing with this guy’s…

I’m gonna go out on a limb and suggest that he is not as successful with women as he would have us believe.

Well, you know, if only those damn poors would just WANT to be rich and employed, they would be, god.

On 3, he won’t believe you any time soon. I’m working on that same sort of uphill battle with my bf, and I think what’s sort of turning the tide is that he finally got into therapy (of his own volition) and I spend a lot of time reiterating that it’s not a magical cure.