Hope everything comes out alright.

I just watched a woman in emergency management give a class in a room with busted A/C while she was experiencing a menopause hot flash that had her hair soaked with sweat.

Sick to death of arguments that because women have feelings, they can’t be as or more capable. She might have sweat on every surface of her body, but that woman has ice in her veins.

This was my instinct with that submarine fiasco. Calls a man he’s never seen or talked to a pedophile? First thing? Gotta be a reason that word was in his mind.

This joke is made all the better by the character’s name being Dr. Kalgary.

If I choose to have children, they’ll be home-schooled, and their internet use will be entirely supervised until they’re older. None of this, hand-a-toddler-a-tablet nonsense.

Ya’ll are forgetting it also doubles as childcare for all the workers you’re employing, but paid for by the state, which is why capital was behind it.

It’s just flickering static. You’re not missing out. :)

“I’m scared,” says Ralph.

But I am an author, and take control of this story. Ralph does not understand fear. His existence was short, his history nonexistent, his understanding of the world and his place within it unreal, characterized by the agony of going from non-being, to screaming awareness all in an instant.

The author has returned Ralph to the imaginary realm from which he sprang, freeing him, and any unwitting victims who witnessed his short, confusing reality.

Truly, the only monster here was the first narrator, a casual god who created Ralph only to serve as an instrument of suffering.

God, thank you. I have a long history of trauma such that ‘jokes’ about an unfun, unhealthy life aren’t fucking funny when they could be a cry for help in ‘joke’ form. I’d much rather offer someone who’s ‘joking’ the support they might be too afraid to ask for than to ‘laugh’ at a ‘joke’ about a bad time.

I don’t know why others don’t but I’ll say why I do, which is that I noticed people were remembering my username whether I had an image or not, so why not have an image? And it was early days, still is, so I figured… may as well be the first static.

This is entirely alien to me, and I can’t understand it, but… As long as you’re happy? I hope you are. For the most part, at least. If someone insisted on talking at me for long periods I’d lose my dang mind.

I hope you’re joking when you say your marriage is hell. If you’re not, maybe consider not being married? You deserve to not live in hell.

I support any woman having access to whatever she needs to manage their menstruation, because they’re fucking awful. But I’ve never personally been a fan of putting anything in there for any extended period. I assume anything we use for this purpose is poison, since science didn’t even treat women as people who exist until relatively recently.

Love… and… PEACE!!!

I was going to say, “pecking order.”

Identifying nazis should never be niche.

I wish we could trade. I’d give you some CHA if it meant I could stop injuring myself.

I need to start teaching “Charisma for the Neurologically Atypical” classes.

You know that was why they stopped with calling them weird.

Because it was working.

He also made a statement about building bridges.

For those among you who don’t speak Catholic, this was a direct call-out to Trump. Francis was known for saying you should build bridges, not walls.