

Don’t make promises when you’re happy; don’t make decisions when you’re sad.


Don’t make promises when you’re happy; don’t make decisions when you’re sad.


A question I’ve struggled with my whole life. Some people are really good liars.


I knew someone IRL like that. Genuinely nice guy face-to-face, but never passed up the chance to take a swipe at someone online. As time went by his conduct and attitudes made it clearer and clearer that he’s dealing with undiagnosed mental health issues.


12-year old single malt scotch. I bought a bottle as a birthday gift for a friend and we shared a glass.
He decided he didn’t like the taste and drank the rest with coke, so obviously next time I’ll buy him a bottle of turpentine and a monogramed shot glass.


I’m specifically talking about dead celebrities. People like to point out that HP Lovecraft was racist, Gary Gygax was sexist and Clark Gable was fascist. All true and well-known, but it’s much too late to change their minds about it. Whereas racism, sexism and fascism are going on outside our windows right now and can still be affected.


The thing about that is, regardless of how we feel about the new stuff, we’ll always have the old stuff we loved.


The moral failings of celebrities and creators who’ve been dead for decades.
Save your outrage for things that are happening now, that you still have a chance to change.


Same. Especially if the post is a vague heading and a link with nothing else.


Abundance. Everything looks smaller in the rear view mirror. As someone who’s been in both decades, it actually feels a lot like the 80s all over again.
Took me a moment, and now I hate you.
Is the US even a real place?


Brain worms.
“Hey kid - how would you like to fulfil a prophecy?”


Pretty much never. Even if my hands are dry and clean, I get annoying marks on the screen.


Given what I’ve read about chefs, no amount of prayer would be enough.
I usually have second thoughts about eating food made by someone who knows his customers will be a thousand miles away when the dysentery hits.
I’m impressed they got the entire llama in the back of a car.


I can almost guarantee you used too much. It’s a concentrate.
Zombies of the Stratosphere is a cheesy 1952 sci-fi movie starring a young Leonard Nimoy as a Martian henchman.