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I am no fan of Zverev. It looked terrible, but it’s difficult to feel bad for someone who has been given a pass for his violence against women. Nadal in that first set tie break though!

I loved the concept of Sarah’s final meal, but felt like she needed to fine tune if over a few more months. Evelyn’s goat mole curry look unappetizing, but I like the idea of it. Buddha’s meal seemed like it had been perfected after a thousand preparations. Landslide win.

So she’s either a bitch who didn’t support her man if she repudiates it right away or she’s a bitch who caused the slap if she didn’t repudiate. Men’s violence is NOT the fault of women.

I think my first computer experience was 80? 81? Learning things like 10 Print 20 goto 10. They’d done testing on us all in the mid-70s and pulled certain kids into special classes for half a day two or three times per week. We got to play with computers and do logic grid problems and generally not be a total pain in the ass because of boredom in regular classes. I didn’t “get” the appeal of computers until early 90s when it became about communication with others and not just playing games. I was a usenet fan! *waves to all my old usenet peeps*

Anyone remember FreeNet and the FreeNet chat features?

I was following on line and when Rafa jumped up and did a happy dance at my table in the restaurant. When I attracted attention, I announced Rafa’s win and was offered a couple of free celebration drinks. Suck it, Djoker.

Angela was a super bitch, but what you’re saying about El is dead on. As to the bolded part, in 2nd grade a girl, we‘ll call her Jessie, in my class decided she and I should be best friends. I did not like her. I can’t remember why. I had two very good friends who would help me avoid her by ensuring she didn’t get to sit next to me. Jessie would follow me around on the playground. Tell people we were best friends. Ask the teachers to pair me with her for things. I wanted Jessie to stay the hell away from me. I told her I didn’t want to be her friend. Jessie told her mom that I was her best friend and her mom would always want to give me a ride home from school or to invite me over after school. I always, always refused. I was constantly anxious about it. This went on until I think right before the Christmas holiday. I don’t remember what happened, but in gym, we ended up on different dodge ball teams and I hit her with a ball in the stomach so hard she cried and went to the nurse’s office. I did not get in trouble for that because …well it was dodge ball and everyone was getting nailed. It was the late 1970s. I was wrong for what I did, and I know it. I was also 8. Jessie stopped trying to be my friend. In no way is what Angela was doing right, but bullying is not as black and white as TV portrays it. Does Jessie remember me as a bullying bitch who was mean to her without cause? Probably. Do I remember her as a weird stalker who made my first semester of 2nd grade such hell that I would cry when I got home? Yes. I had a similar thing happen with a boy when I was in 7th grade and he decided I was his girlfriend. He probably hates me too. El is a difficult personality and it’s got to be hard for her to find her way in normal society, let alone high school. Picking up and leaving her friend group had to be hard. So as a depiction of reality, the Angela scenes didn’t ring true to me. But as an homage to Carrie and some emotional catharsis to everyone who ever felt bullied, the skate worked.

I can't take credit...I think they call themselves that...:)

For my purposes, I just skip over the question of whether or not Amber is terrible, because for purposes of the trial, it doesn't matter. When I engage in the discussion with these Deppford Wives, I just say, "Fine Amber's crazy, don't care, doesn't matter, stop listing to me all the ways she is crazy because it doesn't FUCKING MATTER." I find cutting the argument off at the knees is easier.

Hahah…the evils of Led Zeppelin! I was a total free-range child, so by 1986, I’d moved through my Frankie Say Relax phase (JamDad on my FGTH shirt: Are you listening to my Frank Sinatra albums?) and well-established in my The Cure phase (JamDad butchering “Boys Don’t Cry” while walking through the mall was one of the most scarring experiences of my teen years.) This reminds me of what I like about this show, the memories it brings up. We had no out gay kids in high school and only five Black kids in my four years of high school of 1200 students in total. We had more Korean than Black families. If a boy had come out as gay when I was in high school, he’d have been completely ostracized. Even the kids who would have sympathized would have avoided because of fear of the taint of otherness. I can understand Will’s fear and admire Robin’s bravery. Just looked at the actor’s real ages and Steve is 30. That’s a hoot because he looks 3 decades younger than Jonathan. I do not care about romances between any of the characters, even Joyce and Hopper. I do think Noah Schnapp is killing it as Will with all the unvoiced emotion.

Or the people who think this is a criminal case where she can be put in jail if he wins. The lack of understanding of basic civics and the legal process makes my right eye twitch. And the issue isn't whether Amber has told lies, exaggerated, was violent to Johnny, yelled at him, or if she's crazy as fuck. The issue is whether she defamed him causing him financial harm by stating in an OpEd, without mentioning his name, that she was a victim of domestic violence. That's it. That's the question.

I was looking for an easy read this weekend so tried Stuck-Up Suit by Vi Keeland. Couldn’t finish it. Story is woman sees hot guy on train, picks up hot guy’s phone, goes through his texts and photos, tries to return phone after a day or so, but hot guy is annoyed, so she takes photos of her cleavage with his phone and leaves it at his office. Romance ensues. It’s told from both points of view and the male POV is essentially “I fantasized about her tits all day and it made my cock hard” and “I imagined her mouth around my cock and was hard all day.” I’m not even joking. Her POV is, “he’s so hot and my Jewish boss is cheap and mean.” It’s terrible.

Will is so much more likable than Mike, stupid hair and all. I don’t care if Will is gay or not. I just keep thinking, “Will is the one who spent the most time in the Upside Down, how about the Hawkins gang try to reach him with questions?”

There seems to be such a hard gender divide in the ASoIaF fanfiction world. Male SI fics based on battle strategy are valued higher than canon compliant non-SI fics written by women. It’s frustrating.

Max is the foreshadowing of grunge. On my lazy days, I wore Max’s braid. Max seems to embody that feeling of isolation, from El, from Lucas, from her family.

That’s not what harmless means though.

I generally despise OCs and character x reader fics. I was checking out a ASoIaF fanfiction sub on reddit and it seems to be all SI works. And some really bad writing, while at the same time focused on dragging romance and female authors. I backed out…

I wanted Max and Chrissy to become friends.

El isn’t harmless…especially not in the lab.

Does anyone have thoughts about Self-Insert fic? Apparently it’s very popular in some fanfiction circles, but I …hate it. Is it just me? Am I missing how wonderful SI fic is?

Rewatching and Richard Madden is fantastic.

Longest villain backstory reveal ever. That is not a compliment. For a mid-season cliffhanger, meh. It empowered me to fold a lot of laundry and attack the unmatched sock basket.

Cut them both! Hopper in Russia is an excuse to get the adults out of town.

There was the fear of drugs brought on by Just Say No and rumors about everything being laced with PCP and I grew up in a small Midwest town. Some kids used, but damn if there weren’t a ton of us terrified by the stories of kids becoming brain dead in comas from drug laced temporary tattoos. Jonathon is a waste of screen time. I now like Argyle more.

If Jonathan scenes were left on the cutting room floor, nothing would be missed and the episodes wouldn’t be so painfully long.