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Salutations, you callow twats! Happy Thanksgiving! It's been some time. Boy, boy, boy, has it been some time. I guess the president might've given another president some head back in the nineties or something. I don't think it's very likely, but a gal's gotta have a dream, and right now my dream is that the 2016 election was an elaborate eighties-high-school-movie-esque revenge story by a scorned and spiteful ex-lover against their fling's new type-A, careerist spouse. Like I

Happy November everybody! I'm not sick anymore, if anyone was worried. Like Christ from the Sepulchre, I have risen from my sickened station and found new health. Verily, verily. I tried making Cacio e Pepe! It tasted good and also the cheese didn't melt right. Next time I'll remind the Pecorino to pick itself up by the bootstraps and get to work. Even now, your beauty eludes me... (Source: Serious Eats) Speaking of work, I'm going to be talking about one of my many previous

Sup fuckers, I'm sick! This is what happens when you work with children...you're rewarded with disease and insufficient sick leave to cover your recovery. I have a cold. I've noticed in LA, people don't say they have colds. They say things like, "I've just been reeling from something-I don't know what it is. I just-I know it isn't COVID, but..." I'm using being sick as my excuse for why this blog post is late. Not playing too much Bannerlord . Sickness. But I'm still putting