Mannnnnn, every time I see one of these, I feel like I’m really missing out by not being bisexual. Damn. Guess I’ll buy more books! Anyone want some tea or an iced coffee? You doing okay? Need anything? I’ll totally run out in the rain, to get whatever you could possibly need to make your life better, if only for a moment. Really, I’m offering.
Please, I can only get so turned on…
Shit, dude. My iron was at 2 after my last blood test. They keep pumping me full of star stuff–pow, straight in the veins–and I just keep burning through it. Why, stars, why! Why does thou forsake me! I am very tired, stars.
I don’t know what’d be a hidden gem, but I adore Moonstruck. It’s a masterpiece of entertainment, acting, and all around beautiful cinematography. The entire cast is phenomenal, and Cage is just…glorious. I’ve practically memorized the whole damned movie, I’ve seen it so many times, over the years. I have an absolute passion for it, and will talk about it for hours with anyone who’d let me.
Dammit, Peanut – Lucy Lawless is gonna murder you with words. Again.
Only Honk.
Or
“There are no genders. Only Honk.”
Make a new website, and/or make a new HonkBusters.
Alternatively: “Where we’re going, we won’t need genders to honk…”
Oh, holy hell, I just uncontrollably giggled at that for so long, my chest hurts. I sent it to my only group of friends, and it looks even better in smaller thumbnail form. Good gracious.
And the GameCube of Reanimation never would have been found without Dr. Nicholas Ballard. Thank Chac, Nick left behind extensive research notes, before he went missing, after being checked out of his mental institution, by the military…
After growing up mostly in the Colorado mountains, and even later in the more suburban areas, but still near enough to the mountains, lynx and cougar calls are strange and loud as shit. They scared the jeebs out of child-me in the dark nothing. Cool as hell, though, once you know what they are. Loud ass kitties, echoing for miles.
Holy hell, this entire interior looks like it could be hosed down, time after time, because it’s made for repeated indoctrination/orgy/murder of cults with easy cleanup. Unbelievable price, though…
Excuse me, those were just short for their full names:
Richard Warlock and Vulva Wizard
Our 2012 Subaru with a Megaman decal and a Cthulu-fish just saved my spouse from being horribly killed by a driver who blared through a red, t-boned the shit out of the driver’s side and flipped him, absolutely crushing the car, but not him. We’re 100% getting another, (an older Outback if possible) and I will wallpaper that mofo in COEXIST if it keeps either of us as…not dead.
Below: just about all we could salvage from the impound after it was decoupled from the other driver’s car, flipped upright, towed and totaled. We have their front Honda emblem, though, cause it was stuck in our car!
I wish he’d also called it planet Thagomizer, instead.
Flirtinis, all around!
Also anxiety/guilt paralysis mellow…
This is quality dad. It was made even better, because I didn’t notice the community name at first, and was mildly disappointed that it wasn’t a thoughtful post on orthopedic shoes. Well done, goddammit.
Nice! I was in a similar place with having to juggle other conditions and medication changes to be able to take stimulants, which exacerbated the hell out of everything, but damned if it didn’t need to be done for my health, anyway, haha. I hope the beta blockers help!
Whatever hurdles you still have, dear Stamets, I hope you’re able to keep working towards getting meds. Some fiction-worthy circumstances made my own undertaking SUCK, and it took other extreme health trials for me to even tackle the whole process properly in the first place, cause all that stuff made me a pro with “just one more day of this shit, and I can die tomorrow, right?”, but so far it’s been utterly worthwhile. We can all cry, together!
Yeah, I recently got meds at 33 (hooray!), insane improvement, and morning brain is still like “But do you really have the severe ADHD you definitely have, or is it all just a big fucking lie you made up to excuse your weaknesses, you weak bitch? Maybe you just need 6-28 cups of coffee and 12 hours of guilty scrolling to low-volume TV to start your day, hmmmm?”
Then I finally take my damn pill, everything shuts the hell up, and I realize how completely chill I am, and capable of laundry.
Think I’ll print this out to go on the fridge, (with a calendar event set every few weeks to move its placement, before object permanence turns it to invisible scenery).
Shit. Does that goes for ladies, too? Cause I might need to have a long talk with myself. Can it work that way? Can I instantly give myself another level of beautiful existential pain, like my bi friends?