woo rainbow capitalism. 

Fully agreed - I never look at the analog speedo in my BRZ - why is it there? I don’t hate the interior of the car generally - I have a 2014 so I don’t get the steering wheel controls - but things I don’t love: 1) the climate control is slightly awkward so I have to look away from the road to adjust it; 2) that…

It’s like Rebecca Sugar exists solely to balance out all the evil in the world.  This isn’t even snark.  She’s fucking amazing.  

I have tried, on more than one occasion, to listen to Nickelback. To give them a good, honest-to-Sagan listen. To give them the benefit of the doubt and figure out whether my dislike of them is solely because of pop culture pressure, or whether I actively dislike their music.

I’m sort of guilty of this - I like shiny things and I’m impulsive, so I buy shiny things unadvisedly. Case in point - I traded in a perfe...a fine...a troublesome but serviceable 2012 GTI on which I had only 2 years left of payments, and I bought myself a sexy 2014 BRZ and treated myself to a shiny new 6 year loan on…

cause we’re living in a world of piss...breaking us down...when they all should just let us pee

As an AA airline brat, I have walked many, many miles in that airport over my 40 years on this Earth. I remember when the train was down in the basement, and it was dark, and brown, and rattled. I remember when AA had its own TRAAAIN (now that was actually nice - I could skip the irrelevant gates). Now the tram’s…

Yikes.  

WIPES ARE WHERE IT’S AT!!!!

WIPES ARE WHERE IT’S AT!!!!

It took me way too long to pronounce this as “au revoir” and I was like...are Oregon and Washington trying to become a superstate? and what’s the V...or are they fighting?  But yeah WOOO WEEKENDS

Ok, so I have a post-debate candidate list, and there have been changes:

Take all the stars.   Every one.

Oh I won’t.

Synthtastic.  Digging it.  

That initial picture of a hot dog has some red substance on it. I hope it’s not ketchup.

My current favorites:

I know, right?

woo endless patronizing libertarian sermonizing disguised as comedy...can’t wait...

Be thankful you’re not in Oregon, where you see a gas station full of cars and you know there’s only one gas jockey running back and forth to take care of all of them. Bring a book. Or just pump it yourself, eat the jockey’s wrath (there will be wrath), and drive away. You can’t pump your own gas in Oregon, but it’s…

Three, sir.