I’m middle aged, I’ve never smoked, at the most in my younger years I’d drink one glass of wine or cider or something like that a week. I don’t anymore, I have maybe 3 drinks a year tops now. It’s amazing to me how my parents’ generation is still alive because they smoked like fiends and drank buckets of rum and cokes on the weekends, and I’d say that they weren’t big drinkers compared to others.

Absolutely. Especially when they start emailing you every day.

It’s great for talking to my friends out of country instead of stupid WhatsApp, but I got some weird messages on there.

Just routine blood work for his thyroid. He’s 13! He’s still really spicy and happy.

This is wonderful and I’m glad he’s doing so well.

Abortion is fine no matter what, but in particular for this case yes; Down’s syndrome isn’t the almond eyed happy somewhat simple child that Facebook memes make it out to be. They can have awful congenital heart disease, they have a much larger chance of getting leukemia, and they age seemingly twice as fast, a Down’s syndrome person in their forties is incredibly frail. They’re happy enough people and can often enjoy a good quality of life, there’s a guy who is a bartender in Buffalo at a Mexican restaurant who makes amazing drinks, for one, and there’s nothing wrong with having a child with Down’s if you want, but if you find out you are pregnant with a baby with Down’s you really should see medical genetics and have a fetal echo and maternal fetal medicine and ensure you make a decision that works for you. There are Down’s syndrome babies who never leave the hospital because of the comorbidities.

My user name is the title of a book by my favourite author, Jonathan Carroll. He’s highly underrated but also a cult favourite. I couldn’t pick between his books.

Another favourite book is an old humour novel by the writer Patrick Dennis, whose most well known book was Auntie Mame. However the best of his books IMO was The Joyous Season, it was written in the 1950s and so some of the language in his books is a bit antique (like using Negro as a descriptor), but honestly there’s not a funnier book in my opinion, I reread it last month, and I realized that I still routinely say lines from it in my daily life.

Finally a great book is The Speed Queen by Stewart O’Nan, it’s dark and a tough topic to read about but it’s so captivating. All of his books are really worth reading. Last Night At The Lobster, Snow Angels, Ocean State, Wish You Were Here, Songs For The Missing, Evensong, The Names Of The Dead, The Good Wife, The Odds, Emily Alone, are my particular favorites, all pretty gritty.

Just please don’t bring back the metal seatbelt that branded you in the summer months.

Isn’t it? I call him Senõr Toof sometimes.

Are you a bot?

So soft, so warm.

Welcome!

If you think you have nothing to hide, imagine pooping with the bathroom door open all of the time.

I’m a PhD but how can I help?.

Omigod

What hahaha.

Health care workers: we ride at dawn bitches!

A guy came into the clinic I work in wearing a spray paint respirator mask with a beekeeper’s veil overtop, and with dishwashing gloves that he had pulled ordinary latex gloves over. It was wild.

I was considered an essential worker, and so I toddled off to work every day as usual. I remember while my spouse was driving me in how eerie it seemed with how quiet the city was, and seeing 68 cents per liter gasoline prices was such a shock. The quiet was what really got to me.

My friend had brain surgery for an aneurysm, and every so often she fumbles a word as a result. One day she wanted to say the word lumberjacks, but her brain came up with logfarmers instead.