(I know that's all gibberish, but I spent most of today trying not to scream at the computer and actually banging my head on the desk.)

Maybe don't bring up Tahiti.

I hear it's a magical place.

And I was going to plant the buckets this weekend except they're calling for snow Sunday night.

Health-ma to lisah's father.

I understood that, sarameg, and you have my sympathies.

I have some percentage of Irish on my father's side and my wife is half-Irish, but I failed to wear green today (though I did support my Finnish heritage by wearing purple yesterday) because we have to wear ties at work and I have neither a green tie nor green dress shirt.

Having one of those "Fuck you Facebook friend of a friend!" moments right now. Someone is going off on how "rape culture is feminazi bullshit, BTW women rape men too" in response to something my brother posted and I know from past experience that engaging this person is an exercise in futility.

Though I am tempted to ask him if his fedora is a little too tight.

(Side rant: as a long time fedora-wearer it pisses me off that these MRA douche bags have taken it as their symbol.)

Okay, so, to be clear, it's just a fungal rash, but why does it have to be called "ringworm"? Gross. It's not a worm.

Relatedly, maybe don't pet every single cat or dog you encounter when you take walks. Ask me how I know.

Relatedly, maybe don't pet every single cat or dog you encounter when you take walks. Ask me how I know.

How you know they're single?

So, you ever have that thing where you realized belatedly just how offensive something is, only it's probably too belatedly to say anything about it?

At work today we were chatting about travel, Americans abroad, etc. We were exchanging some horror stories, like my seeing a man in the Musee d'Orsay in a t-shirt with a US map and "Two-Time Consecutive World War Champions." Occasionally Annoying Coworker then told HER Musee d'Orsay story--prefaced with "no offense, Susan," so that's already a bad sign. It was all about being embarrassed to hear an American with the STRONGEST SOUTHERN ACCENT SHE'D EVER HEARD talking in the museum. Not saying anything offensive or anything, just sounding like a hillbilly in a MUSEUM in PARIS, I guess? I kinda laughed it off and said that wouldn't have bothered me, I probably would've gone over and said hi, especially if their accent had sounded Alabamian to me.

And then about five minutes after I left for lunch I thought, "Wait, that could've been my dad. Or my aunts and uncles, or two of my three brothers, anyone I went to high school with, or me before I went to college and lost most of my accent because I'm such an accent chameleon. What, are we not fit to travel the world, or if we do should we not speak above a whisper so as not to embarrass the other Americans?" I was sorely tempted to code-switch back to my native accent and treat her to a full afternoon of rural central Alabama.

Ain't no rings on those paws. Oh, wait, maybe under the fur? Sorry, Tep.

I don't really understand all that, sarameg, but I grok that it's frustrating.

I may have run out of comments to make about Project Shield. That was faster than I would have predicted.

Blargh, Kalshane.

Ain't no rings on those paws. Oh, wait, maybe under the fur? Sorry, Tep.

Yeah, it's not uncommon to get ringworm from an animal. Our own crew isn't mangy, but I do seriously pet every dog and cat I encounter (as long as it will let me). So I brought this on myself.

ZOMG, Southern people travel places! Places that aren't the South!

Pfui on her, Susan.