

You can be born with a name, but not in the same sense that you’re born with kidneys. It’s okay to refer to the kid by whatever name makes everyone feel good.


You can be born with a name, but not in the same sense that you’re born with kidneys. It’s okay to refer to the kid by whatever name makes everyone feel good.


The last good Alien movie, unfortunately.
When I was a boy and walking to the bus stop in winter to get to school, I used to stomp on frozen puddles to break the skin of ice. They don’t freeze any more.
Well, I was born here and I like it here. I’m using the heater because it’s late autumn and I leave the house at 6 AM. It’ll never get below freezing.
Getting colder by the day. I need my car heater for the drive to work.
I’m writing this from the most easterly country west of the dateline. Time zone GMT+12. It will be Friday here before anywhere else. It’s still Wednesday.
Sounds like a good way to get suicided. My feed as of writing this:



Not having kids. I have hobbies, and money/time for them.
One of the previous popes called childless couples selfish. I say a never-married 70-year old operating the world’s largest paedophile welfare programme has nothing to say to me about child-rearing.


When I was a teenager an American visitor wrote to our biggest newspaper calling us a shitty little 3rd world country for not serving hashbrowns. Which is how I learned what a hashbrown is. I can see why you like them, they’re in the same conceptual space as potato chips. Not sure you’ll get my buy-in as a breakfast food, though. So greasy!


*considers*
…No.


The online ordering system fritzes out at the last step and I’m not about to call and talk to them.


Not as hard as we mock the guy who really thought we’d pronounce it “Oo-RAH-nus”.


This isn’t the future any of us wanted.


I drank an entire bottle of coke in the first act, which made the last act seem infinite.
Using war on foreign soil to kill the firstborn? Hasn’t that been every US president?
Well it is the most wonderful time of the year.


Maybe we just shift all the plaques.
Last week I had a really vivid dream in which I was using the Donald Trump Memorial Toilet. He wasn’t dead in the dream, but I felt like I was sending him a strong hint.
Well, no. She was struck down. It was her doom.