Mitt is apparently weirdly cheap for a very rich person. One theory is that he was too cheap to pay for a dog sitter.

Yeah a crate. And he put in a windshield. And when the dog shit it self, he hosed the dog and crate off and then kept driving with the still terrified, and now wet and shivering dog still in the carrier on the roof. So just as crazy as the other leading GOP candidates, just hides it better.

The dog was in a crate.

And apparently pooped all over the inside of the crate, because seriously, who wouldn't?

Fuckhead.

But-- dogs aren't even supposed to hang their heads out windows when you are driving!!!

So just as crazy as the other leading GOP candidates, just hides it better.

That's not crazy. That's flat-out cruel. Inhumane treatment of a feeling creature, on a very immediate and personal level.

Seriously.

Can anyone explain why they are doing construction outside my window right now?? I assume it's because of some actual problem, but it's really annoying.

That's not crazy. That's flat-out cruel. Inhumane treatment of a feeling creature, on a very immediate and personal level.

Isn't that level of cruelty a symptom? I'm not any kind of medical doctor, let alone a psychiatrist, so maybe not. But I think the craziness of many of the others consists largely cruelty. Perry, Gingrich and Santorum come to mind. Even though Ron Paul is thought of as loveable by some, his attitudes on civil rights and social security are crazy in a pretty cruel way.

The hell?

Because conversations on gender identification have come up here periodically, here's a teaser chapter to Straight: The Surprisingly Short History of Heterosexuality. It looks like a fascinating read. I know the author from the cookie swap. (She's won a couple times and has always complimented my cookies!)

ION, decaf coffees should be labelled LARGELY AND CLEARLY.

Signed,

Finishing off a bag this morning, found a tiny label that told me the source of my month-long morning sleepiness.

found a tiny label that told me the source of my month-long morning sleepiness.

There's an amusing SGA fanfic where Dr. McKay is secretly getting his affairs in order because he's certain he's got a brain tumor. Turns out that someone's been playing a practical joke on him and making sure he's only drunk decaf for the last three weeks. It is widely agreed that he shows great forbearance for not sending the perpetrator through a space gate.

Ridiculously, for my evening drink tonight, I bought a bottle of Andre. Because it was cheap and bubbly. But cheap enough to drink a glass and toss the rest. But in an unexpected bonus, it has a fucking SCREW TOP! So it will last until tomorrow! And is kind of tasty. A lot like soda.