Every now and then Bill Maher says something I agree with, but it's almost always followed by something either so ragingly misogynistic or blindingly stupid that I risk damaging my television if I watch anymore.

I mean, the man doesn't believe in germ theory. I can't even process that level of ignorance.

In case any SF-istas are bored and need something to do....

2nd Annual Severed Head Contest

Red Union Hair Salon is hosting the 2nd Annual Severed Head Contest, where San Francisco hair salons compete against each other to transform mannequin heads into grotesque works of art. You can stop by and cast your vote until October 30th. The winners will be announced on Halloween. Here are last year’s winning entries.

I either agree with Bill Maher or I want to punch him in the crotch repeatedly. There doesn't seem to be any in-between.

My SIL talked to her parents at her initiation after something like 2 years of minimal contact and it didn't go well. They didn't remember my youngest nephew's name. WTFF? I mean, I know they had a huge blow out, and she's not completely blameless, but she's sent school pictures and holiday cards over the years. Nose to spite face.

I just used up my bottle of Bailey's -- one less thing to pack! And a good thing, because there was hardly any in there.....

Or else your packing would get really interesting!

I can't watch Maher anymore, because of the crotch-punching instinct.

In other news, the longer I watch her show, the more convinced I am that either Rachel Maddow or her writers lurk. Hi, lovely liberal people.

Jesse, good luck packing. Once I know I'm healthy (or not, or whatever....just a fricking answer would be nice, please), we'll have to have drinks in Boston.

They didn't remember my youngest nephew's name.

Their grandchild? Damn.

Right?!?

Dumbasses.