#NotMedicalAdvice but it looks like John McAfee is in the throes of mania and needs in-patient psychiatric care.

It's kind of victim-blaming bullshit that people are more angry with people who want to vote their conscience and choose the most progressive candidate than with the assholes who are hell-bent on installing a fascist dictator in the White House.

Chris Christie as Theon Greyjoy. Donald Trump as Ramsay Bolton. Perfect.

Dark thought after last night's results: How ironic would it be that when President Trump gets inaugurated and starts rounding people up, the rest of the world would refuse to accept refugees from the U.S.?

Maybe I'm being totally paranoid, but I'm worried about an October surprise, specifically, the stock market crashing and the economy collapsing again.

I looks like the version targeting debacle is still very much a heated topic.

Well, that was a little creepy. Some dude started knocking on my door around 3:55 a.m., calling out for Greg or Martin. I wonder if he was just so trashed out of his mind that he thought he was somewhere else completely. I did contemplate whether he would try to crash through my door, and figured that the only two thing I could fend him off with would be my kali sticks and my wrought iron coat hanger. I ended up not being able to go back to sleep and just camped out in the living room playing on my laptop with my kali sticks at hand. Stupid drunk people.

As a coda to my rant and rave about my love life (or, more accurately, the lack thereof), I have these bits and pieces of lyrics to pop music floating through my head:

Sweet! I'm one of the Endless!

Awesome. I wonder if Bill Watterson authorized this, though?

More Quizilla madness:

Puts A Midsummer Night’s Dream in a different light, doesn’t it?