That Missler peanut butter guy used to be the chairman of Western Digital (huge hard drive manufacturer). My brain does some twisty things trying to accommodate a man who was all hooked up technologically, but that does not say shit about their grasp or regard of science. Weird as fuck.

So much side-eye. So, so many things wrong with that clip.

Healing thoughts to grace. And Ptoooyey to your work. We shall speak no more about them.

That Missler peanut butter guy used to be the chairman of Western Digital

That's so bizarre. My Western Digital external drive did just stop working for no apparent reason. Maybe it has developed life inside it. With the energy and whatnot.

Sorry for sick Grace and attendant stress, Kat.

Feel better soon, Grace!

tipsy

And my insistence on the ER caused a screaming match at my job

The only hospital related screaming at the job should be "I don't wanna go! Just staple it back on! I'll be fine!"

Not telling someone else not to go to the ER with raised voices, and let's not get started out medical care for their fledglings.

Teen Wolf fandom is starting to bug me. It's like all the 20-40 year old BOFQs of all these other fandoms are suddenly acting like 14 year olds just discovering they can blather on the web about anything that's fun. I'm not in it, only vaguely adjacent, but the number of pitched fits and passive aggressive apologies and just massive bullshit...did we learn nothing from living through Supernatural and Buffy fandoms?

Some of this post was brought to you by Rabbi Nahman of Bratslav: "If you won't be better tomorrow than you are today, what need have you for tomorrow?"

"If you won't be better tomorrow than you are today, what need have you for tomorrow?"

oh, no pressure. That sound that Loki made after Hulk put him through the floor? I make it now.

No, it's fine. I will be better tomorrow, because now I have hard cider. And my office closes at 2pm tomorrow. So that's better.

I'm painting my laundry room Mango Sunset. Maybe I'll finish that tomorrow.

The tap-tap-tapping at my chamber door turned out to be dying cicadas throwing themselves at the porch light. Not a crazy stalker. Okay, then.

It was K at my job, not co-workers. She needed to get the handicap pass and ID card.

Ugh Kat, I'm sorry you've had such a day! Sending love and good health vibes to Grace, and good coping vibes to the rest of you.

We had back to school night too. I like Franny's new teacher.

And at the risk of sounding random, that peanut butter proves Creationism video makes me want cry. Because damn, these people are so desperate to believe despite all the evidence to the contrary that they just make shit up!! It's like the people who can actually convince themselves that Obama is going to impose Sharia law. Based on what evidence exactly? How many Sharia-based laws has he tried to pass in the past 4 years?!? NONE! How many times has he invoked the Koran during his speeches?!? But see here, take this jar of peanut butter...

Ten years ago, my friend Pablo and his friend Johnny Mac and I were out drinking in Santa Monica. This is when I had the miata still. They had walked to the bar and wanted a ride home. I pointed out that I'd love to help but it would take a shuttling of them both back and forth. Pablo and Johnny Mac became friends in college where they both played Div IA volleyball so these were tall men.

JM got into the passenger seat and I drove. We put Pablo in the trunk.

Today I feel forty because we all have kids and mine are in school and Johnny Mac is running for State Rep in Pennsylvania. As a Republican.

Also, it's hard to wrangle Noah into the top bunk when he is asleep.