I finally found time to rearrange my drawers and discovered that I have an insane number of T-shirts, testifying to years of sporadic and short-lived bursts of enthusiasm for physical activity. 

I was on Mika’s and Joe’s side in the bleeding face debacle, until Mika started responding with infantile tweets and the networks made a news event out of it. Now all I can say is that they are all worthy of each other and this muck they are so happily rolling in.

It’s incredible to me that even today, after all of the information that’s been made available, good, well-meaning people still cling to the most ridiculous aspects of Putinoid propaganda. 

Folks, it’s truly inexcusable at this point. I get it (kind of) that people believed this rubbish back in 2013. But today? After everything that’s happened? 

Either don’t opine at all on the subject or try to get informed. Read, ask questions. Look what’s happened in our politics as a result of people being too lazy to verify what they hear. 

I put up one of these kids’ tents with a tunnel attached to it for Klara. She loves playing in it. But when I got into the tunnel to play with her, God, I enjoyed being in it so much that it’s weird. Just being in this tiny, boxed in space was beyond pleasant. I didn’t want to come out. 

And yes, obviously, the tunnel is symbolic of the birth canal. 

I’m weird. 

My favorite Facebooker just slayed me again wirh this beautiful link. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be humorous but it’s like the author expressed my angriest, most serious thoughts about the death of the Western Civilization. 

Maybe we should all quit my blog and go read Alex’s Facebook instead. 

The truly shocking crap written in the most recent textbook on gender studies. 

A very important and enlightening article on heroin overdose. Hat tip to Bob Basil on whose blog I found it. 

If people choose to use Facebook because they don’t want the bother of looking for their own readership, shouldn’t they accept the platform’s rules?

A beautiful post from my favorite food blogger. 

Among all the things about Ivanka Trump one can criticize, people pick on her having a good vocabulary? Really? 

One of my syllabi is so outdated that it had the word “diskette” in it.

Remember floppy disks, folks? Good times.

I’m tired of being judged by people for leaving our state healthcare plan. I don’t run around telling people about it and trying to get them to follow my example. But I did reveal this decision publicly for the state legislature testimony. And this, of course, has awakened the anxieties of many people who’d rather not know what’s happening. 

I have explained, in as patient a voice as God has given me the strength to fake, that I have this great personal flaw of not being able to tolerate the anxiety of wondering whether I will be able to see a doctor when I need, whether I’ll start getting huge bills, or whether my credit will be ruined. I have said that I fully recognize that this is a great personal failing of mine and that other people have more robust psyches for which I applaud them. I obviously don’t mean any of it but I want to be left in peace with my decision. 

I can’t be expected to continue existing in this situation for the sake of not intruding on the need people have for obliviousness.

Of course, there is a lot of in-your-faceness in Ukrainians’ sudden embrace of progressive values. Since Russians are anti-gay, we’ll be pro-gay! Since Russians are anti-Muslim, we’ll be pro-Muslim!

But you know what? I’ll take it. Because ultimately, what matters is that this will start the process of making the lives of the gay minority and sizable Muslim community in Ukraine more secure and appreciated. And once it begins, there is no turning back.

Folks, I promise, the next giveaway will require having neither a Twitter nor an Amazon account. I will do it myself. But that means I’ll have to control the random selection of winners, and you will have to trust that I’m doing it honestly and without any favoritism.