I think it's pretty.

YOU LIKE HAIRLESS CATS.

Automated interview? I hope you don't get one of those, Erin.

No, no. Your standard academic hiring committee -- 6 people. Which is fine; I generally interview quite well.

YOU LIKE HAIRLESS CATS.

You know what else I like?

Baby tigers!

Our mailperson would probably pry open the door and lure the animals out on purpose if she thought of it. Maybe set off some firecrackers to make sure they ran far.

My neighborhood is served by what is known to be one of the worst post offices in the city (and this is Chicago, so the bar is pretty low), and our actual person is the fucking worst. About once a year she decides that our mailboxes are unsafe and we get no mail at all for a month. Other times she just randomly shoves shit into whoevers mailbox is closest. My last Amazon package took two weeks of back and forth to get to me from the first time she left a "could not deliver" notice instead of just leaving it by the fucking back door like usual.

First Person: In defense of 'Happy Days' ' 'Jump the Shark' episode

(The writer of the episode defends it.)

That's why, when I first heard the phrase and found out what it meant, I was incredulous. Then my incredulity turned into amazement. I started thinking about the thousands of television shows that had been on the air since the medium began. And out of all of those, the "Happy Days" episode in which Fonzie jumps over a shark is the one to be singled out? This made no sense.

Yeah, whatever.

I dunno - for me, it was the combo of Fonzie + leather jacked + jumping the shark = teh suck.

Tonight's swim was ... bracing.

Normally they post the pool temp, but didn't today. I asked the guard what it really was and he said grimly "You really don't want to know." Hah. (This was after my swim.) Figured it will be a bit before the temps get back to their normal operating temp... Nice to be back at my pool.

I think I just witnessed the douchiest display ever to not involve Affliction, Axe or Ed Hardy. Dude (and I mean that in the dudebro sense) with a popped collar polo and a backwards hat just offered the hottest girl in the bar "an opportunity to sit on [his] left knee." I am officially appalled. I knew The Vine was open to all, but really, can't we have *some* standards?

Did she kick him in the balls? Did someone kick him in the balls?

Hipster Dinosaurs

I was too busy throwing up in my mouth a bit. Really, I apparently made a face and my tablemates were all "bad shot?"