I don't know which stings worse, that today has defeated me, or admitting that I didn't put up much of a fight.

Bless his heart.

I saw some headline about Rob Schneider today and 100% thought he died in 2022 or so.

90s, high school jumior, honors English. The first assignment was to write a summary or review of a book, any book, we had read. One girl immediately signed up for "Flowers For Algernon" as it was *the only book she had ever finished* The teacher bit his tongue, but the side eye was audible.

I've often seen a cat without a sign, but rarely a sign without a cat.

Such a sweet love story.

Unless the cover or credits say [by Author Name (a trans person)] I have no idea.

I don't care about adding AI to my appliances, but can we get voice control? "Yes, microwave, I know the food is done! I'm coming. Stop beeping for fuck's sake!"

Bombadil is a mystery wrapped in an enigma inside a puzzle wearing a floppy hat.

I read "Juvenile offenders... Scalia" and was wondering if something dark and nasty had been dragged up from his shady past. But I suppose nothing could compare to his dark, nasty, and shady present.