In Minecraft, a fountain of cats at the top of the world

This is brilliant! I can't stop laughing.

I can't get to the Choose Your Own Adventure Office. I get to the Neatorama page but I don't see a link. I'm a dummy, clearly. Help me out! I want to waste some more time.

there is a link (small) right to the lower left of the image.

While I think she's sometimes over the top, I mostly think the Bloggess is funny as hell, and I want to be her when I grow up.

I generally crack up at her crazy antics and long-suffering Victor's reactions, but I think trying to pressure a celebrity you don't know into doing something for you via hundreds of readers/followers is beyond the pale.

This is brilliant! I can't stop laughing.

I need that as a screensaver. Or on a monitor on my wall, running continuously.

Choose Your Own Adventure Office.

Huh. I was eaten by a giant snake-man. That was unexpected.

I am watching Conan and there is a self-defense guy on there. He is teaching Conan how to puncture someone's skin with a sharpie.

I am going to fuck someone up tomorrow.

Le Nubian you are cracking me. On morning announcements each day, my school's Dean mentions how Sharpies are "tools of vandalism" and can get you suspended. Now I"ll have to tell them they are dangerous weapons too!

Apparently some people think the President killed Breitbart:

Was he whistling "The Farmer In The Dell" at the time?

It's kind of like, have you ever had an acquaintance that you suspected was sort of a dick, and then you're at a party or something and the person just goes off on a deeply racist/sexist rant, expecting everyone to agree, and you're all just sort of embarrassed for him/her? And you don't know what to do but step away?

Oh dear. I helped Wallybee with an interpreting training course. At one point we broke into groups to brainstorm, then had one rep from each group present. Our group had a Vietnamese interpreter present for us, and in the middle of it she suddenly went on this bizarre tangent about how we shouldn't allow any immigration from Afghanistan because they're all terrorists or some such, with a Pushtun interpreter sitting three rows away from her. I don't often want to crawl under a chair, but there's a time right there. (The Pushtun interpreter rightly called her on it, and managed to remain remarkably controlled about expressing his outrage.)

On morning announcements each day, my school's Dean mentions how Sharpies are "tools of vandalism" and can get you suspended. Now I"ll have to tell them they are dangerous weapons too!

Well, they are called "Sharp"ies. It's right there in the name.

Hey, Lee, will you marry me? Or, more urgently, how come you can marry people? Are you a secret priest?

(I totally want to be able to marry people)

You know when you meet someone and think "Exactly like you sound. You look *exactly* like you sound."? I wonder if anyone ever thinks that when they meet me?

Note for y'alls: Don't tell a nursing woman she's eating for two. It's really not worth it. Some things can just stay in the really inside voice.

Fuck, I spent five minutes bailing myself out of that one, and I *seriously* had only meant she was feeding an additional person.