These days as soon as I hear "(Anything) privilege" I immedietly put on my propeller hat. But....what the fuck was that? This is what qualifies as national news? What the fuck are they even doing down there? That was an obviously slow person fumbling through the English language about how hard it is being smart. Also, talking is hard.
I'm looking at that video, and I'm afraid to click "play" because all I see is "cognitive privilege" and I don't want my head to explode with righteous anger.... Edit: GODDAMNIT I CLICKED PLAY! I made it through the first 30 seconds, but now I hate everything.
So I'm at the age where people are getting married (for the first time) and I'm curious as to what the best weddings you all have been to and the worst. I think the worst I attended was a close friend, they had their ceremony outside, in Northern Indiana, in the summer, next to a lake. The mosquitos were epic. I can only imagine the horror the women experienced. People were literally wiping themselves down in insect repellant wipes. I have a relatively new friend who's getting married next week. I was joking with him that I was going to crash the wedding as a Bahamian treasure hunter.
Stop like, like, like, like, like saying wrongness against us smartelligent people. Her hardship is perfectly understandishable.
The segment started by shitting the bed instantly, it went from that to having to sit in said shit for 24 hours and then shitting it again. Mike Wallace is six feet under and performing unrelenting triple-axles.
I'm going to be Lt. Col Serious here and say it doesn't matter if you've been born a "genious." At 43 I've realized the way to success is hard work and commitment. You can be "gifted and talented" and you can belong to Mensa but show me what you've done and/or created and I will hire you. The major regret I have in life at this point is that I haven't worked harder.* "Or done two chicks at once.
El preggers we believe has started early labor. She's in the shower right now, and I guess if she "falls" I'll know if she truly wants the kiddo or not. After that, a phone call to the doctor. But we're about 85% certain it's hospital time. Bags are packed and grandma has our son. Meanwhile, of course I'm drinking a good luck beer (Real Ale Fireman's 4, a smooth blonde ale), checking TiB and reading NBA on feedly because that's what I do when I don't want to face the reality that's about to shitfuck me like a locomotive.
John Fitzgerald Page says he's Mensa. And have you seen his film acting catalogue? And his Hot Or Not score? Dude is a beast.