It is. What he was saying is that Johnny Cash recorded Hurt not specifically for a movie trailer, so it is an “original cover” from out there in the wild. So, slightly different than what’s being showcased here (which I love unreservedly btw).

The Netflix show 3%, like most post-apocalyptic sci fi, makes the subtext text on this one. The practice of only allowing 3% of the population migrate to an island that has someone escaped the global apocalypse (I haven’t finished the series yet, don’t spoil me!) is literally a religion. What would otherwise be a…

This same thing literally happened to me two years ago (got hit by 3 more cars after I came to rest at the bottom of the hill). The conditions are: it rained the day before, streets are still wet, then overnight the temperature drops, everything freezes and then it starts snowing just in time for the morning commute.…

If people keep giving you a particular descriptor, the problem indeed may not be them but you.

They do not. Ever lived in a home with several other people? Or moved in with your parents? Or lived in a homeless shelter? No utility bills in your name. You don’t need a government issued ID to do anything else, why would you have one if you’ve never driven a car or traveled out of the country?

There is no evidence that voter fraud actually exists as a problem or ever has (the large scale studies on the topic have shown a rate of fraud that is below the level of even statistical significance).

Why yes, I did travel to London to see the Tennant production live!

Ha yeah I just say it, too.

One and done here, too. I was an only child as well, so I always knew I’d only have one. Besides, I’m too old now for more. Every now and then people ask if we’re going to have another and I’m like, I am 42 and have a 4-year-old. I’m exhausted.

I didn’t have my son until I was 38 and honestly no one ever asked me about it between ages 21 and 37, gave me shit about it, made me feel weird about it or anything. I believe people when they say that it happens to them, but it’s clearly not universal because no one ever said shit to me. No one ever asked why, that…

There have definitely been a few moments where my ears have suddenly perked up and I’ve had to pounce on whatever device my son is using and get his YouTubin’ back on track. Constant vigilance! Finger family can happen in the blink of an eye and then you’re fucked!

I was refilling the nesting box with straw the other day and found an egg in the straw bale. I have no idea how long it was there, one of the girls went rogue. I just took the egg inside and added it to the rest. Even if it had been sitting out there for a week, it’s fine. My husband had it for breakfast the next day.…

I also have worked as staff at universities for the past decade and I do love my job. But I grew up around higher ed (my dad is also employed at this same university) and went in clear-eyed. You get paid shit. There’s no money, there’s never any money, there will never be any money. You will never get promoted, you…

Pretty sure you saw a training drill.

This would work if Republicans haven’t spent the past decade inventing their own reality because the reality where there President is a black Democrat is too scary for them. Facts mean nothing to these people. History means nothing. Spreadsheets full of raw data and colorful data visualizations mean nothing. They just…

So you wasted $60. That’s like... going out to a nice restaurant and getting a bad meal one time and then sending death threats to the chef. Chill.

I had a c-section with no skin-to-skin afterwards because I was fucking out of it (I’m not the world’s greatest anesthesia patient, apparently) and barely even recognized this weird pink wiggly thing is a human infant. I was shown our son after he was born and stabilized and then he was sent with his dad back to the…

Translation: Being an obsessive nerd, I go around houses like this with binoculars and flashlights.

I’ve got Yub Nub cued up already!

Origin: X-Files Fandom circa early 90s. The fandom was split between the shippers and the noromos (for “no romance”). The latter, thankfully, did not stick as a term.