I always say that if people like Peterson can’t deal with someone’s pronouns, they can misgender me if it makes them feel better, I don’t give a shit what you call me.

Absolutely.

And smallpox!

It seems like a lot of families go to trunk or treat events instead of going all over the neighborhood. I suppose it’s easier, but it’s sad.

I also need several multipacks of creepy paper.

I don’t care what it can do. It’s annoying.

Every six months or so I have to look up whether Bob Dylan is still alive. And then I forget again.

It’s water under the fridge.