…none of the people in that image would have been considered white when i was growing up…

…my parents beat me for trying to do something about it: fuck them, they’re complicit to this day…

…sounds like my former doctor, except a burnt-out grizzled hippie: i blame the health insurance industry for the fate of her private practice…

…anyway, after the corporate buyout i just quit going; shame because she was a really great general practitioner…

…same rules apply to dishcloths…

…scotchbrite pads generally won’t scuff aluminum cookware, but stainless steel mesh works well on steel, iron, and glass; in either case, sanitary-sponge rules apply…

don’t.
use.
sponges.

…the f*ck is wrong with you people?!.if you must use a sponge: thoroughly wash, rinse, wring, and set it out somewhere well-ventilated to air-dry quickly and completely after each use…

…seriously, do wash your f*cking hair by dunking your head in a soiled toilet and flushing it a couple of times?..you eat off your dishes, man, practice some sanitary scullery!..

…the sinister secret of saltmarsh has always struck me as essentially an episode of scooby-doo…

…i’ve worked with an acoustics consultant named dick boehner…

…that’s mostly due to it being undercooked (or cooked-just-right in my opinion), which i learned the hard way after binging on a giant bag and fearing i needed to rush to the hospital until an absurdly-long-winded bout of flatulence relieved the pressure…

…if you overcook your broccoli it doesn’t have the same effect…

…i spent a summer internship working at an office where arby’s curly fries were the only vegetarian food within walking distance; haven’t been able to stomach them since…

…one morning when i was in college, my roommate and i realised we were grown-ups, so we went to the grocery store, bought two tubs of frosting, came back to our apartment, sat down with spoons-in-hand, and watched an afternoon of arthur c. clarke’s myterious world on the sci-fi channel…

(ugh; never again)

…i learned the same lesson chewing a jumbo-pack of fruit stripe all-at-once four years later…

…every furry i’ve known has been a cool person: i’m not saying it’s universal but the fandom tends to attract geeky fun-loving personalities and those are my favorite kind of people to play with…

…as for furry sexuality (which of course isn’t strictly synonymous with the fandom): well, it may not be my jam but neither are men, so i don’t feel any differently about it than i do corset-rippers or gay erotica; as long folks keep their kinks tastefully discreet, go with the gods…

^{(really the only kink which gets under my skin is objectification / degredation / humiliation / exploitation, and that’s sexuality-agnostic)}

…they are paying bounties on extra-judicial arrests…

bounties.

for arrest without trial.

…barring decisive impeachment and conviction in eighteen months, there is no way this doesn’t end in blood and fire…

…many times…

…the avalanche has already begun; it is too late for the pebbles to vote…

…pretty much everything by woody guthrie…

…drakes…

…yeah, the slob in that picture is pretty much me and i’m 220 on a bad day: seven-hundred-pound boss fights are much larger…

…so is she married to he or is she married to him?..

…no offense taken at all, we share the same point that individual mileage may vary; as i’ve aged, though, i’ve noticed fourties and fifties sneak up on pretty much everyone across the spectrum…

…depsite my resolve that general fitness and activity prove a differentiator, i’ve come to accept that nobody escapes senescence…