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This is how I accidentally named one guy “ThisGuy” and the other, “Thatguy.”

On the plus side, Jim Bob the bridge builder is a long term friend I keep looking up when we visit town.

Cows make best friends. You probably saw a cow who just daw her beat friend die.

I kind of hate this.

I’ve known so many trans women who can never reach what they feel is “pretty,” so they don’t feel like women.

Pretty is an arbitrary, moving goal. Being a woman has nothing to do with being pretty. Lots of unattractive women exist.

Bender had his gender bent twice! Once when he had a sex change operation and became Coilette to participate in the robot Olympics, and later when the Borax Kid and the Rock Alien changed the gender of everyone on the Planet Express.

Both episodes are imperfect through today’s lens but I actually did enjoy the Coilette episode.

“You’re making us look bad in front of the other genders!” And “Do you promise to get out of my gender and stay out?”

Same.

I’m not even lonely!

Honestly, I’m bi in a hetero relationship currently, and this would summon me like nothing else.

Except maybe masculine crying to Johnny Cash singing “Hurt.”

I have to say, since finally playing a wizard, once you get fireball it’s hard to imagine life any other way.

…suddenly being a cultist sounds appealing.

Could just be the cramps talking.

I don’t know but I’m now very much considering writing that book, as a scathing critique of how those books are “products of their time,” and as a metaphor for how times change.

Say it again for the people in the back!

I’ve been a woman for 37 years and I have never found a boring white diamond to be appealing. It’s a rock. It’s a boring color. Even as a little girl being shown the first real diamond I’ve ever seen in person, by my materialistic mother who made quite the to-do, I couldn’t understand the appeal.

When I saw the first moissanite in person? I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t stop staring at this woman’s ring! It was so… I had to apologize for staring, and when I told her I didn’t know why I couldn’t quit staring, she told me.

“It’s moissanite,” she said, grinning. Apparently, this happens to her four times a day. She told me all about it and even how to spell it. I popped it in my phone.

“I’ve never wanted to spend a fortune on a rock before in my life but I must have one.”

“That’s the best part,” she said. “They’re synthetic. This ring cost me less than $100.”

Since then I’ve put moissanite next to a diamond and the moissanite shines brighter, and more importantly, has a gorgeous rainbow flash. The moissanite wins every time.

And no child slaves. Amazing.

For anyone missing it, this is a reference to Futurama.

I’ll Chime in with my two cents that my experience with coffee and a pinch of salt really cuts the bitterness…

But I prefer bitter coffee so it’s wasted on me.

That’s what I came here to say. I don’t care how long you give me, I ain’t haulin my dumpy ass up no rope.

I don’t know why you assume the cat is yelling “feed me!” You don’t speak cat. I find it more likely the cat is yelling, “Noah! Look at all that food! Where did you hunt for it? Is some for me? I can’t believe some is for me! You’re such a good provider!”

At least, that seems to be what my cat says, because he eats and then rubs all over me and headbutts my face (gently, thank goodness) and then settles somewhere pressed against me to purr forever