Not completely new here, but I think I’ve never understood this site in the way you just framed it. That really makes me take stock of how and what I post here.

Everyone sounds so sure of themselves.

Yeah, I would say the same thing there, to be honest.

I know I shouldn’t even open this up, but abstracting away from this particular situation a bit, don’t you think that empathy is something that we should try to have even for people who’ve done awful things? Don’t we nonetheless share some basic human experience? Is the thought there but for the grace of whatever, ther…

Maybe it’s not for everyone, but using no deodorant actually works (after the transition period).

Maybe it’s not for everyone, but using no deodorant actually works (after the transition period).

Colleague from abroad, asked to stay two nights while in town, and I’m a softy.

Three apples tall.

Last night I had a houseguest who farted wantonly and nonstoppally. He also burped all the time, each time sticking his tongue out.

But what do you think about the theory?

Also, no one talks about the Seven because they’re boooooooring.

I see the Faceless Men as kind of Buddhists who took a crazy left turn somewhere. The ‘all men must die’ business is a pretty neutral idea on its own. It’s kind of like walking around solemnly and saying ‘2 plus 2 is 4.’ It’s what you make of this truth that matters.

This story has generated the best responses ever!

Hi! I am also mulling this over, but don’t you think we know so little about the Others that assuming that they’re the bad guys might be premature? (I read the first 3-4 books, but couldn’t deal with anymore of Harris’ unedited descriptions of SNOOOOORRRRREEE, so I quit.)

Highly doubtful that she has ever *heard* any of these songs. Except for Happy, because that shit is like flies and the common cold had a baby. Who was literally everywhere at all times.

This story is perfect.

Excellent gif!

Oh man, I’m with you. All the cheese in the world could disappear and I’d be fine. I’d feel solidarity for the people who were sad and all, but wouldn’t miss it.

I don’t mind meal eclecticism, and would eat the hell out of all that without a care in the world. Come at me, purists.

I like it raw, but I have advanced tofu-eating skills. My kids will eat it in any imaginable fashion, which is unexpected but nice.

This is to forestall the inevitable “what about chicken? fish?”