I don’t have any more poop in my head.

Sorry to be crude and remind you about human digestive activity.

No, the past couple of weeks I’ve been struggling through my first bout of writer’s block. And I’ve finally worked past it for the most part, and my friend Seth said that it was like I was no longer mentally constipated. There was no more poop in my head. And I thought that would make an excellent title, so I’m writing this post specifically because I had a good idea for a title, and that’s honestly a super encouraging thing to happen to me, and damn it I’m going to celebrate my shitty title. And the shitty pun I just made about it.

But seriously: writer’s block. It’s a bitch.…

This whole Roy Moore situation makes me really frustrated. Actually, that’s an understatement.

So it’s kind of a social trend that right now, allegations of sexual harassment and misconduct are just flying through the press. Last year, all the celebrities were dying. This year, they’re just all being outed as sex offenders. It’s almost comical, except with every new name being added to the list, there are women and men who are the victims of a crime.

There have even been spoof articles, circulating social media, in which an actor deals with “accusations of taking women on really nice dates”. I’m not sure how I feel about these spoof articles. They sort of trivialize the fact that the women making these allegations about powerful men go through a lot of stress while trying to decide whether to come forward or not.

In reference to the buzz against the alleged offenders, there’s a large part of me that is saying “Hell. Yes. Don’t let them get away with it!”…

I honestly can’t think of a clever way to explain that I’m about to talk about the finale of The Office. (That’s it, that’s the title of this piece.)

The Office is not a difficult show to enjoy. Well, once you get past the first season, anyway.

Actually, even in the first season, Jim’s crush on Pam is captivating enough that it keeps you going, in spite of the fact that First Season Michael Scott was written to be so awful that it is almost impossible to get past it. Thank God the writers didn’t stick with that.

Interestingly, Parks and Rec has a similar situation, with Leslie Knope being almost insufferably pushy. The shows are in similar styles– workplace mockumentary with an ensemble cast– so I’m curious about why both of them had such rough starting character profiles. Maybe the writers were going for a “So cringeworthy you can’t look away” sort of thing? idk. Anyway.

Husband and I just finished watching The Office for the third time. I watch it every fall. And it’s just… the best. I have to limit myself to once per year too, because otherwise I know I’d watch it constantly throughout the year and then get sick of it. I did that to Bob’s Burgers a little bit (though you can never truly get sick of Bob’s Burgers), and now it’s not on Netflix, so I can’t watch it really anymore. And I will never forgive Fox (or Netflix, or whoever is behind that decision) for that.

Thoughts about John Kasich’s book, Two Paths

So this past week or so I’ve listened to John Kasich’s book while at work. (Oh, yeah, I have the ridiculous fortune of having an incredibly menial job, which means I can pretty much have anything I want coming through my headphones without it impacting my work. I love it. Also, libraries carry audiobooks now and that is just a fabulous advance. Thank you, technology.)

Kasich’s book, titled Two Paths: America Divided or United, is, I guess, like his version of What Happened by Hillary Clinton. Except far less publicized. Also, I feel like it probably has been better received even with its small audience simply because of the nature of the 2016 election,

So here’s something about Trump and coal miners

Here you go, guys. You get to read my reaction to something infuriating in pretty much real time, with minor adjustments for continuity and for some semblance of grammar.

I was reading the news this morning while pretending to do some work, and I came across this frustrating story.

So ok, like I’d expect, coal miners (as in, workers in a dying industry) in Pennsylvania are being offered training for other industries.

I wrote an essay about Thomas while replying to a friend and I liked it enough to save it as its own file. Here’s the slightly more polished version. (by Fall Out Boy.)

This morning, something stuck out while I was listening to my usual commute sermon. For those who don’t know what a commute sermon is, it’s actually extremely intuitive. It’s a sermon you listen to on your commute. There. You know that now.

The reason that something stuck out to me today was because it started out talking about Thomas (Widely nicknamed “Doubting Thomas”, which I don’t like) and later talked about Peter, and for some reason I thought of you. Both were in reference to their responses to Jesus after the resurrection. But I’m not talking about Peter today. Today isn’t his day.

The section about Thomas noted what everyone thinks of when he comes up–his adamant declaration that unless he touches Jesus’ scars, he won’t believe in the resurrection. And then Jesus comes through some walls into a locked room, which is kinda sci-fi ish but to be honest I don’t really find it surprising, I mean he’s Jesus. Suck it. (I mean, you suck it, not Jesus. I feel like that’s obvious though.)