Hey guys, how’s it going? Happy Thursday to everyone. We’re working on a rule in my house: it’s okay to be unhappy when you don’t get your way, it’s not okay to cry about it. Step 1 is: the crier goes to his room until he can express himself without crying. Step 2, coming December 1, is that I start revoking privileges and sending people to their rooms. Hopefully, Step3 — Operation I’ll Give You Something to Cry About does not become necessary January 1. Call me sexist, but there’s nothing worse than boys who whine. They’ll become men who whine if not corrected.
Beloved certified crazy-Glib dbleagle was kind enough to share with us a PDF version of Ain’t Nobody’s Business If You Do which we have available on our downloads page. It was a heavy favorite from last night’s book post. I will be taking the time to read it in the near future.
Bionic mushrooms generate energy. Some people might think this should be a band name, but its really more an album name to me.
Dem despair at RBG’s injury generates new scientific insights into sadness. Just kidding, this research started a while ago, it was Herself’s lost to Trump that uncovered the link.
Anyone want to adopt an emu and a donkey who are inseparable?
This is why Google needs driverless buses.
Florida boy excited to show cops how he strangled his mom. Yeesh.
Finally, returning to the subject of toxic masculinity, I’d like to take a second to honor Ventura County Sheriff’s Sergeant Ron Helus. We always complain that the cops don’t go right in to these active shooting situations and he did, losing his life. Godspeed, Sgt. Helus, you did the right thing putting yourself in harms way.
Always good to seek out an original you’ve only known the cover of. The cover of this came up on a Pandora station yesterday and I realized it was obviously a cover.