How To Be An Egregious Victim Blaming Rape Apologizing Motherfucken Asshole On The Internet Without Even Trying

(1) Diagnose people you’ve never even met with psychiatric disorders:

I have been avidly following the story of Jackie from UVA – the other great true-life crime mystery of the late fall 2014 (besides Serial).

It’s starting to seem more and more likely that the gang rape did not happen as initially described in Rolling Stone.

This article in Slate, based on today’s Washington Post article summarizes the recent progress nicely.

To me the case is looking more and more like a clear case of Borderline Personality Disorder.

(Note: I am not a psychiatrist nor do I study BPD professionally. I don’t know any of these people; this is all speculation based solely on reading a few articles.)

(2) Dismiss an extensive detailed piece of investigative reporting because of inconsistencies in a single source of information, among many that have not been questioned at all:

Nonetheless, this story presents many mysteries, and to me the biggest is why a reported risked her entire career on one person’s word

Hilarious Google Shittio

So Google Calendar has this new thing where it automatically adds events you receive via Gmail to your calendar, like plane or train tickets or whatever. (It’s fucken horrible that they turned this new fucken thing on automatically, and make you opt out by going to your Google Calendar settings, but whatever.) When it added the first event to my Google Calendar, it also sent me an automated notification e-mail that it was doing so, and included a link to the help page describing this new function.

And Gmail sent the goddamn automated e-mail from Google to fucken SPAM:

Why is this message in Spam? It contains content that’s typically used in spam messages.

You’d think Gmail’s spam filters would recognize official automated e-mails sent by Google itself as not spam.

Shitte Coverage Of Space Shittio

The landing team at mission control in Darmstadt had to sweat through a tense seven-hour wait that began when Philae dropped from the agency’s Rosetta space probe as both it and the comet hurtled through space at 41,000 mph (66,000 kph).

The beer-gathering team down at the deli had to sweat through a tense several seconds that began when Gomer reached for a beer in the fridge as both Gomer and the beer HURTLED THROUGH SPACE AT 1,339,200 MPH!!!11!!11!!!11!!! (the velocity of our galaxy relative to the universe)

Gnocchi With Shrimp Cream Sauce

1.5 pounds shrimp in the shell
500g package premade gnocchi (yeah, premade: fucke you)
half cup diced onion
olive oil
half cup dry white wine
crushed red pepper flakes
fresh-ground black pepper
chopped tarragon
quarter cup heavy cream
teaspoon or so corn starch


Shell and clean the shrimp, reserving the shells.




Premade gnocchi.


Start the shells simmering in water while you do the rest.


Sautee the shrimp until they are just barely cooked through, remove from the pan, and reserve.


Throw in the diced onions and some black and red pepper, and sautee until the onions are turning translucent but are not caramelizing.


Turn up the heat and deglaze with the wine.


When the alcohol is reduced away, strain in the shrimp broth and continue to simmer.


When it’s reduced down a bit, salt to taste, add the cream, and continue to simmer.


Throw in some tarragon while it simmers.


Throw the gnocchi in boiling salted water, and as soon as they float to the top, they’re done. This takes just a couple minutes.


While the gnocchi are boiling, throw the shrimp into the sauce, and add a little corn starch to thicken, if desired. Fish the gnocchi out of the boiling water with a strainer dealiebobber, add to the sauce, and finish briefly with gentle mixing. (Don’t strain the gnocchi by dumping them into a colander, as they will stick together.)