scoobdog

What about emotions?

Backed to covered wagons and copious ox farts.

You’re not really doing it for your own sake either. You get nothing out of civility other than making them not bother you.

That answers that.

I appreciate that Sponges is trumpeting your "epiphany" as if he's fully on board with the realization that he wants his PC to rape him. I always thought that was the schtick, but.... no, he really wants computers telling him what his dick tastes like and why it's all wrong.

I think we’re in agreement, yeah.

I mean, I’m not sure what you can really sneak through that you can’t with the normal line since you still have to x-ray your bags and go through the MRI - lite machine, but I can’t exactly say it’s safe given the general state of the TSA.

What was just said. It’s a shorter line where you don’t have to take off your shoes or belt and they don’t hassle you as much. Basically you apply for it with the TSA, pay a small fee and the do a background check and interview. I fly enough that it makes things a lot easier in an airport like LAX where the line can last 20 or more minutes.

Who would have guessed Facebook was full of white moderates? That was the variable that was missing from the article, though, that “friend groups” certain types of writers flock to lack true friendship intimacy. That particular group didn’t sound like a bunch of friends, it sounded like a trade group.

That was my impression after reading the article, a real letdown after expecting this elaborate tale of faked proof-of-death pics, a mock funeral, and a shit load of conspiracies on the side. The only thing that stood out was this: I don't recall you ever mentioning this kind of camaraderie between romance writers and it certainly rings hollow given none of them, including the woman that supposedly reviewing her work, went to a funeral for a friend.

Don't have PreCheck?

They're so underrated.

I seen what you all drive on the strip.

It is unlocked! Strange.

It made it to the top of CNN, so apparently this shit is a big deal.

I mean, Shakespeare raised doubling down on bad choices into high art, but this... this is following a really really bad choice with even worse choices.

Of what?

He has to get his next liver from somewhere, you know.

Twenty-Nine Palms is in the middle of the Mojave Desert. It's quite literally a hell hole.

Eh.

I have no idea who this is or that she supposedly killed her self before she apparently didn't. Nonetheless, the whole thing is fascinating - how does one come back from the dead like that and what could she have possibly expected would happen?

It means I wouldn't live in Ohio for the remaining season and a half.

That's about right if you pro-rate for two and half seasons.

Not a very good car, though.

Love the twitter handle.