On Russo-Japanese relations, cartography, calendars, and how much and yet how little Wikipedia has changed in 20 years. #FridayNightHistory 91 is "Skepticism and Diligence."

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every time I decide to do my edgy eye makeup for work (a very simple spiky eyeliner style) my 40 year old very stereotypical suburban dad of a manager compliments me, then sighs and says "I wish men could do makeup like that". I'm slowly trying to convince this man to embrace his emo roots and embrace the vaguely alternative dark side of his soul.

There needs to be a website, that helps you find fellow freaks and kinsters in your local area.

Ok so growing up I was always told stuff like "Don't put your elbows on the table" or "Don't play with your food". Some of the rules were kind of weird looking back, but I grew up being taught that that stuff was was considered rude.

There are some things that actually make sense, like swallowing your food before talking, or just chewing with your mouth closed. Nothing bothers me more than when someone chews like a fucking cow at the table, or to a much lesser extent, over the mic in voice chat. (Misophonia's a bitch...)

Rant below