Actually, quite a few of the original rangers are doing well, if not exactly as famous as before. I know that Johnny Yong Bosch is doing well, as are the actors who played Bulk and Skull.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I got my little bottle of vodka that is shaped like an alien head ready, and everyone in this house knows the rules: when X-Files start, don’t bother me unless the house is on fire.

Oh goody. Freak snowstorm before Thanksgiving, 60 degrees on Christmas eve, the first ever Michigan tornado was down the street from me on Wednesday, and now an ice storm next week.

This. I believe they probably said something like, “Josh has some sexual immorality sins going on” or “he had some sexual problems” and she probably took it to mean that he wasn’t a virgin. I highly doubt they were told any details.

I took my husband’s last name. It was a bit of an internal struggle for me, but it came down to this: My dad actually believes that he own(ed) me, and my husband’s family was like, “Meh, do what you want, just tell us before we send out Christmas cards”. My dad pitched a HUGE fit over just the mere thinking about not…

This sounds kinda like my own mom, except she’s like this in all ways of life. I would ask her for help of some kind, she would agree to help, then not help, then bitch and whine to other family members about how I only called her to ask for help and/or would not communicate with her.

So mine isn’t entirely about what was said. It was about what came afterwards.

I’m in a similar boat as you. I have fond memories of nuns, because my devoted Catholic grandmother was friends with many and, on top of that, my grandfather’s beloved sisters were sisters. I got lots of candy from them and those nuns doted on me.

Anyone remember the short lived X-Files spin-off of The Lone Gunmen? The first episode is about a government arms deal plot and false flag operation, kicked off by the plot of a plane hitting the world trade center.

Like absolutely everything else related to my wedding, someone else told me to show up somewhere nicely dressed, I did stuff that I had no clue about, and that is how I got engagement photos.

I know, but it was the most sense I could find.

This is what he answered to someone who commented about it:

Don’t read the comments on that “article”. Don’t. Just don’t.

Same here. My 25lb cat shocked the vet the first time we took him in, because he’s just stupid and muscular, not fat. I’m fairly certain that he’s part forest cat.

I’m having flashbacks to middle school now, except I am weeping the lack of Delia’s catalog in my hands right now.

I’m wondering that too. Or some kind of mental-altering drug, legal or illegal. Only one person in my family suffered from dementia, but she began to make bizzare statements and comparisons long before anyone knew anything was wrong. Of course, she wasn’t running for president, so the only thing that got mucked up was…

Mine wasn’t even exceptionally difficult and I hated it with a passion. The kidlet grew upwards instead of outwards, so while I only looked severely bloated (or just fat, I never looked pregnant until the last two weeks), kidlet was pressing up against my lungs. That was a great asthma season for me, pregnant and…

Baby shower for a friend, then simultaneously celebrating my wedding anniversary early, while writing a critique in German and coming up with my final paper theme, a statement of teaching philosophy, entering more words of a minor Malaysian language into my database that will be eventually worth 25% of my final grade,…

True story: I got skorts banned at my private elementary school. I was in third grade, and it looked like a navy skirt from any normal distance or activity (and it was just about knee length). But someone caught on that these were really shorts, probably at recess, and I was promptly sent to the principal’s office,…

As a kid with parents who were (and still are) waiting for End Times/Rapture, this stuff really bothers me. All my life, every little thing like this, was RAPTURE IS COMING! BE JESUSY! Every freaking year, maybe twice a year, this crap would send my parents into a lecture of how it was “seriously going to happen this…