If it’s Friday, it means leftovers . . .

“Dear misogynist trolls: yes actually, I will make you a sandwich. It will be made of the dust of history, and I hope you bloody choke on it.” ~ Laurie Penny, in response to those men who find it funny to demand that women retreat to their respective kitchens and prepare them a sandwich . . .

The day after Thanksgiving is called Black Friday for a reason, and it’s not retail. It’s because so many people are completely exhausted. Holidays will do that to you, you know?

Absolutely spent today, the day after. I awoke around 4 a.m. because of throbbing pain in my left hand. Turns out, it was very swollen, so much so that I couldn’t remove my wedding band. That pretty much sums up how I feel today—we had a nice, uneventful Thanksgiving, and my mother didn’t drive me too crazy—but I’m dog tired, all over tired, from my hands to my feet, and everything in between, so it’s a perfect day for Friday leftovers, in more than one sense.

Here, have some nonsense:

MISSED CONNECTIONS: you were the guy in the brown hat reading. I was the goose . . .

yonilotan: MISSED CONNECTIONS: you were the guy in the brown hat reading. I was the goose.

Oh, Buzz, it’s going to be okay . . .

Just had to laugh at this one:

georgetakei:</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>#TextFails—rescued by #MomWins http://ift.tt/1gNRMVz

Ironically perfect:

One of my favorite movies for so many reasons:

svarturkaffi:</p><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>infectedbythevirus:</p><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>Amen.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p>one of the last movies I ever watched with my Dad.

This one is an instant classic, and I only wish that I had seen it happening live:
Here, have some Nimoy rocking out to Tolkien:
And here’s a lovely little story to make you smile: