Yeah, you’re a world class jerk.

I drank alone and watched Person of Interest. I know I came out ahead.

Well, sure - slavery, no votes for women, no citizenship for Amerindians, etc; but we got better.

So the “war on Christians” crowd finally has its damn martyr. Good for them?

No. The hat and the glasses had to come off or no go. I had a photo rejected because my transition lenses had the faintest tint to them (only in the dark to they go completely clear). So yeah, she did not wear that for her actual photo, or she wasted her time.

It told my I was 28, 63% likely to be female, 5% likely to be interested in history, equally likely to be Christian or nothing. Hmmm, yeah - I’m middle aged, male, an historian, and not at all religious.

Are you an Amerindian? No? Then shut up about it.

Cafe con leche in Spain - small shot of espresso at the bottom of what amount to a really tall shot glass. Fill the rest with milk and steam.

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Ok, but did you publish a rigorously documented study that can be accessed by millions of people who never ever interact with horses?

Either make your hand as flat as possible with fingers squeezed together and fully extended (good for handing out sugar cubes) or make a fist and stick the food between two fingers (good for all but the last bite of carrot - use open hand for that).

As in back into a space.

It’s the way of all authoritarians - John Bolton was once memorably described as a “kiss up, kick down kind of guy” - sums it up neatly.

Cold. Like it should be.

One time I got that little square bit of plastic used to tie up a bread bag in my burger. I actually felt bad that they comped me on it. I didn’t choke, so, no harm, no foul. Stuff happens.

People who park backwards - if it’s not a cop or and ambulance driver, it’s some who thinks “I got it all figured out.” I don’t trust those people.

People not to date:

At which point, kid goes hungry. My parents were basically communists, but I damn well would have eaten that hot dog or nothing at all.

Not bunnies, but lions, tigers and more playing with boxes:

Not if I’m on the damn jury. I award the server a life time supply of ice cream, and, assuming the kid survived, immediately hand said kid over to foster parents who, if not actual union activists/hard-core social workers, donate to those people regularly.