When we lived in Wyoming, I missed trees so much. And grass, and the general sense of lush foliage everywhere, I guess. Where I live now is very right for me, although I also feel right at home at the beach. I could live at the beach.

I keep thinking of that fanfiction that is about Josh Jackson, Kristen Bell, and Jason Dohring rescuing katie Holmes from the Scientologists. And it is starting to sound more true-to-life!

Prison rape is the great equalizer. Never happened to anyone that didn't clearly deserve it, and it's always funny to boot! Anal twofer! (I'm assuming they still butt rape in women's prisons, because why mess with magic?)

SEE???? RAPE JOKE.

But I'm not on stage and you can't find me.

I believe the Carlin rape joke is something to the effect of "picture Donald Duck raping Porky Pig," which is kind of chuckle worthy to me.

"picture Donald Duck raping Porky Pig,"

Hmm. I'm totally failing on this one. Someone care to ruin it for me by spelling it out? Are we supposed to have a realistic duck penis here? Because that might be my issue.

I don't know that it's worth the effort to dissect. That would probably require more thought than even Carlin gave it.

Also, not really all that funny, beyond the idea of one cartoon raping another.

In other news, Hollywood Reporter has a longass piece on the impact Katie Holmes' divorce from Tom Cruise will have on the Church of Scientology

I'm only on the second page, and it's amazing. She seems to have handled this brilliantly. I'm now imagining a scenario where she had a long-lost family member sucked into Scientology, and she planned this whole thing to get inside the organization and then bust it wide open. Apparently in my head Katie Holmes now equals a badass Brenda Starr.

She seems to have handled this brilliantly.

the best she could under the circumstances, I suppose. I think it is great her friend bought her a burner phone and she had legal assistance across three states.

And she fired his daughter 2 months ago.

I was thinking those headlines about Katie were overwrought, but I'm coming round...even with all I'd been reading about Scientology, there was a part of me still saying "But they couldn't keep her."

Der. Yerp.

So, because I have an incisive grasp of interpersonal relationships, I said something sarcastic to the only developer that hasn't driven me bugshit in the past month...and then came back and said "But you know you're still my favourite, right?" He played dumb, so I sold it a little harder, but the "report seems to stop at May" developer said "So I'm not your favourite anymore?" The developer who's not actually bugging me that much anymore piped up with "You weren't even on the list!" I demurred with "I'm too flighty to have just one favourite" and then shored it up with "Everyone's my favourite and you're my favourite-favourite and he was so my favourite he fell off the top and is working his way back 'round again." on the way back from lunch, but good god, I should just ID some mines and throw myself on them.

My absolute favourite co-worker bumped into me in the cafe, though, and told me the niece of a former Jamaican PM is working in his department now. He described me, apparently, as "a bit Jamaican, but she goes back a lot". Fine. He's the other guy in his team with an accent from now on.