Don’t have kids, but I do know that I’m fantastically shitty at make-believe. I’ve had my friend’s exasperated 5-year-old critique my lack of imagination when I couldn’t come up with some decent activities that an imaginary unicorn might do (I said that they would probably eat some hay... I guess I should have said…

Cause every family totally owns a car, right?

Cheers! I raise my Thursday afternoon cup of tea to you!

Agree so much with this, and the mention in the article about the “punching bag people” not getting less frustrated. My ex was one of those people who not only bitched about everything, but liked to punch stuff and break stuff when he was having problems too. And it never made him feel “better”, he was an endless well…

But of course. Anyone with a spine pretty much had to leave. Those who were close to retirement and/or a bit more placid are the only ones left riding it out.

My place isn’t haunted, but I’m fairly sure it was a flop house before I bought it. It was re-done inside, but all the doors for the bedrooms have keylocks on them, yet there are no keys. And I was getting mail for literally six different people for the first two years that I lived there.

UGHHH this is eerily similar to something that happened at my last job, also in academia.

Everyone is excitedly telling me about thin mints, but I live in Canada. We don’t have Girl Scouts, we have Girl Guides. And Girl Guide cookies come in three flavors: mediocre chocolate, passable vanilla, and mint-so-delicious-it-will-melt-your-face, but they all contain dairy.

And it wasn’t sad enough for the poor man that his name was Valeri.

I enjoy that because I don’t eat dairy or eggs I automatically get an out when it comes to buying cookies or those horrible shitty chocolates that the hockey teams sell door-to-door. I don’t even have to make up a decent lie. :)

I didn’t know that she had adopted children. I hope she recovers from this quickly for their sake, it’s really hard on kids when parents are going through medical issues. :(

Maybe it’s because I live in a country where basically nobody has a gun, BUT, have always wondered:

That’s what it means to be an evangelical—to ascribe importance to sharing the “good news” (euangelion) of the gospel of Jesus.

It always seems that ones like this, who really REALLY should not have kids (for very obvious reasons demonstrated in the article) are always the ones who have a literal baker’s dozen of them.

Indeed. Being all metallic and pokey in either case. It’s like a homemade chastity belt for dudes...

I’ll give you an AMEN to that!

Forget tinfoil hats.... Tinfoil condoms.

A lot of people I went to school with ended up working for oil companies in their records departments (I’m in Alberta, big surprise right?).

I ended up with stress-induced hives during my final year of temping, caused purely by not knowing whether or not I was going to have a job. I know absolutely what you mean, it is simultaneously infuriating and depressing.