I can’t say for sure, since you can’t really do anything for toes other than tape them, so nobody seems to bother with x rays. I know I’ve broken two on my right foot, but only because I had an x ray for something else and the technician mentioned it offhand.

My metal side is digging a room painted black. My practical side is cringing, imagining the stickiness of a zillion coats of primer when you want to cover that shit up.

Shoe covers are an awesome idea, and I would love that option for shoeless household visits. I get that shoes on the rugs are less clean, but shoes protect your feet. I can’t trust children or pets to pick up after themselves, or (many) adults to not leave things lying around. I’d rather clean my floors more often…

Suffocation via Dubble-Bubble edition Venom. I feel rather claustrophobic after watching this.

It me. A doctor once lectured me about how heels obviously messed up my feet, and I was like “Nah. I wear heels for weddings and funerals. That’s just shit genes.”

Is the remake cycle speeding up, or have I broken the space-time continuum and begun aging in a logarithmic fashion?

TIL that it must be pretty damned hard to photograph dinner plates, because I scrolled down and said “Did Joanna post a picture of her fucking NuvaRing?”

Hell, I wear steel toes to pretty much any concert or large group outing. I can’t imagine sandals for anything other than a backyard picnic. 

I kinda want to resurrect cummings and point him at Trump, just to see what would happen.

Beauty thread!

I would just use a scarf.

Agreed with others about avoiding ear-piercing guns. Always pull the hole, never punch the hole. The best places to go are, actually, tattoo parlors in many cases.

Microsoft-certified robot techs will confuse metric and imperial, giving the robots microdicks. Amply-endowed robots will obviously run on Linux.

No. I’m in tech. It’ll glitch, the updates will freeze up, I’ll be tempted to start tinkering. This is just an expensive, long-winded way of bringing work home.

Access. Wells Fargo is everywhere. Our local credit union is in east bumblefuck, and the bus routes don’t go out there. If you don’t own a car and don’t have a job you can leave promptly before 5:00, you aren’t getting there.

You can actually see their dreams dying in their eyes.

BLUE POINT KITTY! Himmie? Meezer? What is he? I want to squish his fuzzy paws!

Ugly-cute shoes are my jam, but I can’t really justify them anymore, since they tend not to be office-appropriate. My last purchase was a chunky-heeled monstrosity with a giant buckle that closed over the laces near the top of the vamp. They looked like someone put “every possible thing a shoe can have” on one pair,…

I am completely unable to purchase liquid detergent without it slopping, dripping, leaking, or spilling everywhere. Powder or GTFO.

I don’t even use bumper stickers when I’m told I have to. I got multiple tickets on campus for putting my commuter tag in the rear window instead of on the left rear bumper. You’re going to charge me tens of thousands in tuition and make it official policy to force me to fuck up my paint, too? Nah.