stuff, and things

Corpse-spitters make me sick. You probably know a few. Folks who come out of the woodwork when someone famous dies, to spit on their corpse before it's even cold. The folks who rally around them and tell them how cool they are for doing it are right down there with them.

I don't care who it is. I don't care what they did in life. They're still a person, and that still counts for something.

In other news, rejecter is still my favorite blog. Wordsmiths indeed.

In other, other news, Thai iced tea makes very strange bubble tea.