Yesterday at twilight, I was having some port and admiring my collections of Colombian emeralds and Nigerian schlong memes. Then I wondered how many people shared my passion for massive girth. To be honest, I don’t usually care how popular are the things I like. Usually. To be honest Part II:
Tag: Antisocial Sciences—Got a Problem?
Distractions, More Distractions Plz: Sunday Offseason Etc. Etc.
Da Thoid – Sunday Offseason Etc. Etc.
Yap Yap Yap – Sunday Offseason Etc. Etc.
Living in this Caribbean Paradise, and through the exercise of my profession, I’ve had the enormous privilege of rubbing elbows with scores of talented and dedicated loudmouths. The feigned indignation when lying, the raised voice when cornered, the torrent of personal attacks over unrelated shit (my fave, ymmv), and “Think
Wrath and Stuff – Sunday Offseason Etc. Etc.
I spent last week in a terrible mood, basically treating most interactions with the defensiveness and misanthropy I have managed to contain solely to driving. Those help, for driving. A lot. For all other interactions, I rather maintain critical distance. If that makes me appear standoffish and not worth talking to, This
Bitching about Bitching about Bitching: Peak Offseason Open Thread
Out of all the possible complaints, the ones that consistently grab my attention are gripes about other folks’ bellyachin'. The most obvious is olds complaining about yutes’ yap yap yap about extremely laborioUs stuff, like needing to show up to a job interview. Less obvious, but more prevalent, are groans
