I often have odd encounters with random strangers: they like to tell me everything about their lives. I've counseled cabbies in Denver through their breakups and given sex advice to people on planes. I don't know why they tell me all their secrets, but it happens. A lot. I've never gotten a letter of devotion… Continue reading Apple loves me. And so do random old men at the mall.
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Filing this under "what the hell??"
Yesterday I saw this about the Norway Mass Killer trial, and all I can say is what the hell? I don't understand the pervasive idea that someone who commits a truly disgusting, horrific, and awful crime is mentally ill. I think that is a disservice to the mentally ill and a dangerous underestimation of the criminal in question.… Continue reading Filing this under "what the hell??"
SMOTE by my own ill-timing!
Dammit!! Unicorn Fart Lip Balm is sold out, and I'd been waiting until my first payday at the new job to buy mine!! I've already asked the shop owner if I can pre-order a whole batch (since they're so ridiculously popular she sells out as soon as they get posted), because seriously...everyone should have a tube… Continue reading SMOTE by my own ill-timing!
What the hell, Wednesday?
Random shit I've encountered this week:Started a mild flame war with an idiot on the Huffington Post who thinks women should stay home and have babies "because they have breasts." No, I'm not kidding. Jack. Ass. Taught bellydance with a possibly broken toe. As it turns out my toe must not be broken, even though it's still… Continue reading What the hell, Wednesday?
No Pithy Phrase 