Mr T knows his balls.

That caption is 🤌

My kid is in high school, and they communicate about emergencies through text, email, and automated calls. There are lots of jobs, especially low-paying ones, that will not let you check your phone during your shift, and they’re certainly not going to be okay with you leaving early to go pick up your kid. If the choice is “leave to pick up kid (who you know is safe with teachers), get fired,” versus “leave kid (who you know is safe with teachers), keep job,” it’s pretty simple math.

You had me in the first half; I really thought we were going to come together in agreement that we need to nourish this gorgeous, life-giving entity with delicious billionaires.

This was really fun, thank you!

In the US, in the weeks leading up to the new school year starting late August/early September, many retailers will offer discounts on school supplies - paper, pencils and pens, backpacks, etc - to attract customers. Many clothing retailers market it to students as a great time for a wardrobe refresh or to reinvent your look entirely and offer discounts. Same deal with electronics, especially since higher math courses tend to have required calculators. Some states - including Ohio, where I live - offer a sales tax holiday on a weekend during this season to help with the expense involved.

It’s wicked expensive with just one kid, I can’t imagine having several.

the_itsb = the Ill-Tempered Sea Bass, and though it’s a batfish and not a sea bass, I’ve always thought this guy conveys the ill-tempered part beautifully.

Who I actually am as a person is a little more like some kind of crab. There’s the strawberry crab, who is “small, brightly-colored … known to be quite toxic,” which sounds just like me without medication. 😂 And then there’s the black-eyed hermit crab, who “often inhabits shells left by massive moon snails … often covered with colorful pink anemone-like hydroids, making this critter even cuter.”

I think the physical and psychological distress that tend to result from Vogon poetry would be problematic for the celebrational mood I’m hoping to achieve, but there will definitely be gorgeous sandwiches crafted by the loving hands of an artisan of intergalactic renown.

I’ve never seen a recipe for Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters that appealed to me, but I’m hoping to get that sorted as well.

That fortune! Oof, ouch, my self-esteem!

The original Rice Krispies Treats cereal was the best. The current is a pale imitation and lacks the depth of flavor the original had - it wasn’t overly sweet, and it had a perfect balance of vanilla and puffed rice flavor that is hard to explain.

I’m turning 42 next summer and have been thinking about hosting a Towel Party; this image is going to be very helpful.

How will anyone know I exist if they can’t hear (or read) my bitching?!?

I do love it, and I’m dying to know what it’s from!

My husband and I have been talking about this a lot lately; he really struggled with feeling betrayed and confused by the actions of HR at his last job, because that person had worked hard to establish a good rapport with him and convince him that they were friends. It worked, even though I told him to not trust and not believe, and when it turned out they were just data mining for better manipulation, he was very hurt by it, because he’s a kind and honest guy who expected the same in return.

I told him it’s pretty likely that HR training involves learning to emotionally manipulate people but doesn’t call it that, in the same way that sales training teaches you “tools for closing” that are just manipulation tactics by another name. I would love to be able to show him some HR training materials. Is there more of this available?

Those ears! 😍 I wonder what it’s like to be able to hear mouse farts and bird burps?

There’s something tricksy about their faces, like maybe they’re the kinda guys who might try to hide extra rows of razor-sharp teeth behind the cute front ones. Big chaotic neutral energy!

They remind me of Flareon! 😍

When we’re gaming together but he gets distracted by his phone, I’ll call my husband back to the game with, “Play dom-jot, hew-mon!” but I never stab him if he’s cheating.

Am I the only person who is insanely turned on by that sentence??? I’m going to make my husband whisper it in my ear tonight 😂

Can you even imagine how anyone involved felt?!? The exultation and relief of the researchers when they not only didn’t accidentally kill their patient but fixed him, the mind-blowing reality that he can move again as it sinks into the patient’s brain… !!! I cry about every overwhelming emotion, good or bad, and I don’t think I’d be able to stop crying for weeks.

This is a really impressive paint job. I zoomed in to look for evidence of pitting on the metal because the shading and distribution of the “rust” is so convincing. I love it!

My mom was in the hospital over Thanksgiving, and I cannot fathom the devastation I would have felt if I had come home from all the stress and difficulty there and discovered my beloved little buddy was gone; to say my heart breaks for you sounds hyperbolic, but I’ve got tears in my eyes typing this. I am so sorry.

I don’t dispute for a second that Elon’s an idiot, but his ex-wife did ask him to buy and kill Twitter:

“Can you buy Twitter and then delete it, please!? xx” Riley allegedly texted Musk on March 24. “America is going INSANE.”

Maybe it’s not 3D chess but just transparent - yet effective! - stupidity. Buying Twitter was fiscally foolish, but it does seem like he’s gonna kill it, so 🤷