*begins customary 6 month singing of The Doom Song*

Is this a stealth Invader Zim reference?  Because it really reminded me of the Almighty Tallest :)

“You obey whoever is tallest?! That’s so stupid!”

I still cannot eat pumpkin seeds thanks to Jezebel.

Are you sure about that? Two words for you: Mark. Shrayber.

are there no prisons? are there no workhouses?

(Perhaps “Colostomy Bag?”)

I read the Dad a little different. He’s essentially an older Calvin who has given in to conforming to societal roles, or at least given in the minimum amount to conform. The Dad is taking off his work suit, clothes he doesn’t want to wear, but is required to, rattling off vague platitudes that every single boy gets…

Always look forward to reading her pieces, even when they are infuriating. Great research and analysis matters, no matter how the tl;dr types want to simplify it down to nothing.

Diana, your coverage of the Cosby Nightmare has been excellent. I hope they are paying you well, both in cash and in wine.

Here’s the thing about approaching strange women: you need to read body language, and to pick your moment. When approaching a strange woman you cannot be all about YOUR needs; you have to really care to find out what she wants. Men who approach women tend to only focus on themselves — there’s often no room for a woman…

I think a lot of discomfort for women happens when a man approaches us in a non-social setting. At work, for instance. Or when we’re out and about, just trying to go for a jog or hit the laundromat or whatever. Being approached constantly when your brain is not in social mode - and having to be on the alert a little…

Ummm, that’s not it.

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

This is a little more creepy/disturbing than scary, but it’s something that still gives me chills when I think about it (and I try not to think about it very often). Note: All names have been changed.

This story isn’t supernatural but it’s 100% true and probably the closest I’ve (knowingly) come to being in serious trouble.

Do you remember the story about how the kid was writing a paper with headphones on and there was writing all over the house that said “LOOK AT ME”? It still haunts me and that was I think like 3 years ago.

Apropos of nothing, I was at a local gallery with interpretations of bible shit. At first I didn’t realize it, but there was a painting of a pretty sweet-ass dragon and a naked woman. I was like “that’s fucking Metal, it should be a Magic The Gathering card!” Then someone pointed out it was about the snake tempting…

Darn-tootin’ you were!

My first thought when I heard about the shooting was “country music festival...there must have been more than one good guy with a gun there to protect himself.”