Most of my friends are also on a spectrum.

White Amanitas are lethal, never touch those, but with Muscaria you could have some fun.

These are my favorites because of their common name. Destroying Angel.

Fun fact: the survival rate without treatment is about half, but that goes up to ~90% if you get treated quickly. However, it can still destroy your liver. The toxin is thermostable so cooking doesn’t break it down. It is excreted in urine so a lot of the treatment consists of pumping you full of fluids and making you pee a lot. There is no actual antidote to the toxin.

I have nothing useful to add here. I just wanted to say that Ted Cruz is a piece of shit.

He thinks Peter Thiel is a normal gay guy. He now thinks all normal gay guys want to pay him to be stupid.

There’s one here in Houston who believes in all kinds of crazy shit. Look up Stella Immanuel.

After the first three he doesn’t write them as pastiches of other authors and I think they get better.

If you enjoyed this fun fact, start reading The Laundry Files by Charles Stross. Once you get to book 4 come back here and thank me. Tongue eating isopods from beyond the stars play a role there, and appear briefly later in one of his New Management books, although I don’t have the page handy so I’m not sure which one.

Their nastier cousins make an appearance later in the Laundry Files, but I’ll leave what they do a mystery.

If you like making fun of quiverfull ministries, programming, Eldritch horrors, British humor (humour?), spy thrillers, agitated engineers, vampires that don’t exist, bloodthirsty elves, and a thinly veiled story about anthropomorphic climate change then this is the series for you.

There must not have been any dogs or innocent bystanders to kill.

Hell, I’m seeing them cast him as one far less often than I’m seeing him act like one.

He’ll just say he didn’t lose.

You and I would be friends. I’ve got a wide range of hobbies as well, starting with all the masculine ones you listed and ending with sewing, baking, cooking, and crocheting. I also do woodwork, build instruments, work on vehicles, and play music of all kinds. If I thought for one second that you could glitter bomb one of the guitars I built without that stuff getting all over my house I’d mail it to you because I think that looks cool as fuck.

I am not a sports guy myself, but I don’t begrudge anyone their favorite teams (anymore, I was wildly against it in my youth because I was forced to participate).

I also learned a long time ago that I don’t need to be masculine or anti-masculine. If I’m doing my own thing, making myself happy, and not hurting other people then I couldn’t give the slightest shit what someone else thinks.

He doesn’t seem masculine at all. I don’t get it. He doesn’t go fishing, he doesn’t go hunting, he whines and bitches about everything, I’ve never seen him chop wood, fix something around the house, or work on an engine, and I couldn’t imagine him ever grilling on the back porch or building anything at all.

He’s a soft handed elite who has never put in a day’s work, and his only hobbies are eating fast food and bitching. He’s weak. He’s sad. He has no masculinity.

They do, but women break for Harris at 55% to 43%. Men tend to break the other direction by about the same amount.

Yep. I’ve seen folks avoid politics like I avoid football. They excuse themselves when someone starts talking about it, they change the channel if something about it comes on, and they just don’t go to places on the internet where it’s discussed.

I wasn’t ever that bad, but I used to not go out of my way to look at politics and it was pretty easy to avoid. I was much happier as well. But it’s important so I wade through it.

He’s a huge piece of shit.

You’ve never been proud of me at all!

Hey, I’m sorry I missed you while I was in town. I love your face anyway and now I’m out here in H-town making bad decisions.

I’ve never had a bad con experience, luckily enough. I love Billy Zane, but I’m afraid if I ever meet him I’ll just ramble about Winter Dragon.

Now I have things to do. I’ll catch you either later this evening or tomorrow.

Frakes was supposed to be here but he has family stuff or something going on. I’m excited about LeVar Burton but I’m afraid I’m going to sit on the floor crying and singing the Reading Rainbow song.

It’s only unpopular because you’re doing it to get them to vote for me. They all know I’m no good.

On an unrelated note, what are you doing up so late? I’m only up because I’m about to head to SA. My buddy has an extra Saturday ticket to Space Con and I’m going to drunkenly and shamelessly flirt with Kate Mulgrew since I don’t think Eugene Cordero or George Takei will be there.