To be fair, my brother has the flu, but he stays in his room all the time, and I have some sort of gut infection, but I'm not contagious.

My mom has scabies, and apparently it's not cool to ask her to move onto the porch until they're gone.

I'm watching How to Die in Oregon, the HBO doc on the death with dignity law in Oregon, and it befuddles me how some people spin it into this nefarious plot to kill people or some other nonsense.

My truck is the Normandy, my two laptops are Altair and Ezio, and my netbook is Castiel.

I fucking hate the summer, but I bought my NY Comic Con pass and booked a hotel room to make myself feel better.

I wish corn weren't so goddamned delicious, because it completely destroys me.

Ooh, ooh, maybe I'll watch the Supernatural episode "The Rapture" on Saturday just to be difficult (and in honor of Kristen's birthday).

Oh, he's not a pedo; he's just crazy.

This movie was all well and good until Timothy Olyphant became a creepy pedo.

Only Timothy Olyphant can make a jean jacket look good.