I’m so sorry for both of your losses. I wish I could tell you that it gets easier but so far, one year on, it hasn’t. I suppose the corollary of them being your best friend is that one day, all too soon, you’re saying goodbye to your best friend. I hope you have nice memories together to cherish. (Also I adopted another little guy in need before I was emotionally ready, and that ended up being the best decision.)

It’s all the more (mildly) infuriating that it’s happening while trying to buy tickets for a local punk band and not a big act like The Sellouts.

All right, these are some pretty cool Jeeps.

The horror I felt at reading this, and not in a sci-fi horror way. In a “watching Black Mirror from three seasons ago and realizing this will happen next year” kind of way.

I hate to make such a sweeping generalization (but here goes!), but many of the Jeep drivers I’ve encountered on the road have already brought me to the same conclusion.

Now that same hillbilly would come up to your mother and try to speak to her in broken Mandarin that they learned on RedNote.