I don’t care who you are or what you think of ACB, this shit is impressive.

For those among you who were perplexed by my self exam comment in the previous post – I was referring to the perpetually preached self BREAST exams. Not a self pelvic exam. Jesus.

So. Essentially all this scale says is, the older you get, the more likely you are to die.

That’s OK. I didn’t want to sit with you anyway.

OMG Charles in Charge!

This is the kind of thing that happens when you live in a city.

Well. I regret wasting my time on that one.

What a tool.

Um. It isn’t Trump’s fault your bar is closed, dude. It’s Whitmer’s.

These meds make my voice go raspy.

My SPAM right now is all silver singles and Lindsay Graham. WTF.

That bat would be cuter if it looked less like a cat and more like a, you know, bat. 

The phrase change agent cracks me up because it sounds so 21st century bullshitty.

“Knowing that a large, multinational publishing company feels something “deeply” is always reassuring.” This cracked me up.

Stop making the world a worse place to be. Remember back in the 90s when we were all “mean people suck!” No? Refresh your memories. You’re kinda starting to suck.

Viewpoint Diversity is the hill I’m gonna die on, chickens.

I have a paper due in 6 days that I already know I won’t get full credit on, which means I’m extra unmotivated to write it. I just do. not. care.

I don’t get the whole Wu Tang thing.

I think this is the first Five Finger Death Punch song I’ve ever heard. Gotta say, it’s workin’ for me.

Maybe part of it is the video …

Man. I’m glad I’m not paying for this shit.

Super over Team America World Police. Bring our troops and our money home now. The rest of the world can fend for itself for a change.

I can do a great many things very well, but fraction problems in math are not among them.

“What could possibly go wrong?” I appreciate Coleman Hughes’ perspective on many things.

I love how suddenly half the country is pretending they don’t know what a coyote is.

Don’t know what all this anxiety is about today, but my stomach is pretty unhappy about it.

I totally do not remember that song being 10 minutes long.

sweet baby, i need

At least the coyote memes have been entertaining.

Oops.

Look. Just say no. It’s not hard. You don’t have to vote for this lunacy.

I visited The Strand when I went to New York, because of course any reader would. Deep in the bowels of the basement I stumbled across a shelf with several Ayn Rand choices and was, frankly, shocked to see them. But of course, bookstores, politicians, your pain in the arse neighbor are too willfully obtuse to see that there is more than one way to view the world.

Jesus. I cannot.

Y’all ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Disgusting.

“The only way out of this trap is to view people as individuals.” Which is precisely what I’ve been saying for years. It’s what I say every time I discuss cultural responsiveness (which is a lot, because my entire MA is kind of predicated on it). Stop this regressive madness.

OK. That’s enough now.