That sure is what I was thinking, and when you said it wasn’t, I was like
a woman with red hair is making a funny face while sitting in front of a crowd of people .
Alt: Lucille Ball cringes away from some horror off-screen, her lips pulling back from her teeth.
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November 6, 2025 at 2:27 PM
That sure is what I was thinking, and when you said it wasn’t, I was like
Storms. They’re just like us.
November 4, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Storms. They’re just like us.
I had this argument with a friend years ago.
“I’m supposed to be afraid of a car?”
“Dude. It’s not about the car.”
“I’m supposed to be afraid of a car?”
“Dude. It’s not about the car.”
November 1, 2025 at 12:58 AM
I had this argument with a friend years ago.
“I’m supposed to be afraid of a car?”
“Dude. It’s not about the car.”
“I’m supposed to be afraid of a car?”
“Dude. It’s not about the car.”
That is a thing that some people believe, because of course it is.
October 28, 2025 at 7:52 PM
That is a thing that some people believe, because of course it is.
…for decades, as an example of how important forensic evidence and advances in forensic science were. And then I got to law school and took a course similar to the one you must have taken. Bite mark evidence was one of the first things debunked. I am still mad (esp. because I know it’s still used).
October 18, 2025 at 3:16 PM
…for decades, as an example of how important forensic evidence and advances in forensic science were. And then I got to law school and took a course similar to the one you must have taken. Bite mark evidence was one of the first things debunked. I am still mad (esp. because I know it’s still used).
When I was a kid, visiting family in Texas, a woman was raped and murdered out in the oil field (something that happened often enough in the late ‘70s/early ‘80s that I haven’t been able to identify the specific case), and the suspect was identified via bite marks. I remembered that news story…
October 18, 2025 at 3:13 PM
When I was a kid, visiting family in Texas, a woman was raped and murdered out in the oil field (something that happened often enough in the late ‘70s/early ‘80s that I haven’t been able to identify the specific case), and the suspect was identified via bite marks. I remembered that news story…
Oof.
I cleared our storage unit out a couple of weeks ago, but it's only a 20-minute drive. And there was no real time pressure. Having to do it that fast is rough.
I cleared our storage unit out a couple of weeks ago, but it's only a 20-minute drive. And there was no real time pressure. Having to do it that fast is rough.
October 14, 2025 at 9:40 PM
Oof.
I cleared our storage unit out a couple of weeks ago, but it's only a 20-minute drive. And there was no real time pressure. Having to do it that fast is rough.
I cleared our storage unit out a couple of weeks ago, but it's only a 20-minute drive. And there was no real time pressure. Having to do it that fast is rough.
The sledgehammer is on top of the books, wrapped in a towel, so it’s pretty well-balanced. And yes, very heavy.
October 14, 2025 at 5:57 PM
The sledgehammer is on top of the books, wrapped in a towel, so it’s pretty well-balanced. And yes, very heavy.
This, though, was a great bit of packing and labeling.
October 13, 2025 at 7:34 PM
This, though, was a great bit of packing and labeling.
I said “one piece of advice as I hastily packed and labeled an assortment of ‘crafty stuff,’” though. Not one piece of advice as I packed and labeled everything.
October 13, 2025 at 7:30 PM
I said “one piece of advice as I hastily packed and labeled an assortment of ‘crafty stuff,’” though. Not one piece of advice as I packed and labeled everything.
Oh, that’s just the one piece of advice about this particular box.
October 13, 2025 at 7:21 PM
Oh, that’s just the one piece of advice about this particular box.
I was out on a run and tracking the score by the number of cannon blasts.
October 12, 2025 at 12:03 AM
I was out on a run and tracking the score by the number of cannon blasts.
Portland's art museum is *fantastic*.
September 29, 2025 at 5:51 PM
Portland's art museum is *fantastic*.
She was doing all of this with her backside about three inches from my face, which was also not my favorite thing.
Her husband seemed lovely, actually, and the screaming was not the baby’s fault.
Her husband seemed lovely, actually, and the screaming was not the baby’s fault.
September 21, 2025 at 7:07 PM
She was doing all of this with her backside about three inches from my face, which was also not my favorite thing.
Her husband seemed lovely, actually, and the screaming was not the baby’s fault.
Her husband seemed lovely, actually, and the screaming was not the baby’s fault.
I was on a red eye once with a woman who kept getting out of her seat, on my side of the aisle, to check on her toddler, who was on the other side of the aisle with his dad. And by check on, I mean “Wake up.” Which would make him cry. And then she’d fuss over him until he was full-on screaming.
September 21, 2025 at 7:05 PM
I was on a red eye once with a woman who kept getting out of her seat, on my side of the aisle, to check on her toddler, who was on the other side of the aisle with his dad. And by check on, I mean “Wake up.” Which would make him cry. And then she’d fuss over him until he was full-on screaming.