All weekend, I’ve been making wonderful, complicated breakfasts involving lots of chopping and multiple pans. All without incident. Today, I made something much simpler and managed to grate my thumb. While washing up. Because I am just that talented.
This game is going to kill me...
Dear Self, If you try to increase your speed when Sam tells you to run, you will fall. Then you won’t be able to play anymore. Love, Your bad leg
[E]xtreme left economic views are not popular among the rich. Here are some...– Today in things that are obvious but people pretend are not true. “Where Are All the Liberal Megadonors?” (via motherjones)
Zombies, Run! →
Now, I’m only able to walk with the aid of a cane and my pace is what it is, so I’m not able to use all of the features. That said, this? This is fun. And totally worth the price.
Jowan's Intention Fix →
A quick and dirty fix for the Jowan’s Intention quest. Note, this just makes the quest completable without enabling the console (PC only). It does not fix the unreachable deathroot. Nor does it address Jowan’s twin or the obvious blood mage in his band of refugees.
Ziggy has officially been reading too much Two...
He just woke up from a dead sleep and came barreling across the apartment because I opened a beer.
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are...– Anneli Rufus (via jazzdaleks)
Side effect of bras that fit
My poor tits are all “Excuse me? What the fuck is this gravity shit?” when I take my bra off after work. Meanwhile, my back is screaming “No! You fool! You’ve doomed us all!” And my shoulders are singing “Ave Maria”.
I spent yesterday and much of today sitting vigil with my family while my paternal grandmother died. She lived a very full life that was much longer than anyone expected. We believe she went the way she would have wanted. The hospital staff was all very kind and respectful of our wishes. We were never close, but she kept me alive when I was little and my parents were too messed up to take care of...