Once they got Lindsey Lohan’s fingertip, it was smooth sailing.

This is what it took to cure that British guy of HIV.

She’s really Miley Cyrus.

I love all those places. Not turtlenecks or plaids though.

I did a very stupid thing. I clicked on this article and now my browser is all locked up. Darn.

“I’d like to order, please. I’ll take one basket of deplorables, extra sauce, some pickled despicables, large Diet Coke, and a binder full of women. To go.”

Salmon futures.

I use Mylan transdermal estrogen patches, but as soon as my existing supply runs out, I’m switching to Vivelle Dot or Novartis. Never buying Mylan again.

Over at io9, they’re planning to cover Poldark 2025, where Poldark’s descendants shop for slimming frocks and snack on salmon while their supercomputer phones mine for Bitcoin.

I’ll do it. I can make them hate me.

This is so sad. But, there are growing places of acceptance and tolerance, and if you’re lucky enough to be in one of them you can thrive.

As a transgender woman, I must say I find this typically ignorant and hurtful, but since I have demonstrably more courage than 1000 Bette Midlers, I don’t really let it ruin my day.

The top picture shows patches from the 3d Cavalry Regiment, where I spent most of my enlisted service. Desert warfare!

She’ll never land a beau with that domineering tone.

The Rosetta Stone.

Pat McCrory, President of the Confederate States of America.

Brexit is really good with scrambled eggs.

I think the FBI still has a vote.

He still hasn’t found Bernie Sanders, and time is almost out.

Where is Taylor Swift?