so, the child writes horrible things to his friends about me. probably not surprising.
what can people read here if not members? everything, right? I might need to go back to my old name.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
so, the child writes horrible things to his friends about me. probably not surprising.
what can people read here if not members? everything, right? I might need to go back to my old name.
Yes, I think it's everything, msbelle. I'm sorry.
nah, it's fine. I said horrible things about my parents too. maybe not as much cursing.
Parents are clearly the worst and always have been.
Yikes, sorry msbelle.
I really need to do things, but i'm wasting half the day reading about the slow-motion implosion of the Trump campaign. The die-hards are still with him, but the GOP members who try to present themselves as rational human beings appear to be jumping ship. Even John McCain has disavowed him--he would take being personally insulted for being a POW, and Trump's overt racism and ignorance and everything else, but Trump's confession of sexual assault was too much.
There isn't enough popcorn in the world for this.
Slate has a live-blog.
I might actually watch the debate tomorrow. Surely it's just going to be 90 minutes of Trump and his shovel as he digs deeper and deeper.
Slate has a live-blog.
The Metafilter election thread is my jam. So much schadenfreude there.
meanwhile his base? mad at everyone releasing statements against him. Heckled Ryan at event today. He really brought out the grossness we all knew was there, but was just not so out in the open everyday to all of us. kudos.
In other news, the NYT Watching newsletter had a bit about this new CW show, No Tomorrow, so I just watched the pilot, and it's cute! Dumb, and possibly will become terrible, but cute so far. It's about a woman who meets a guy who thinks the world is going to end so he's doing his bucket list.
I just had a beautiful, beautiful dream in which Graydon Carter, sitting in the Vanity Fair editorial offices scrolling through his Twitter feed, calls Paul Rudnick, and says, "It's time to get the band back together. We're resurrecting Spy for one last election-time hurrah. We're going to tear that short-fingered vulgarian a majestic panoply of new assholes, for old time's sake."