Caution is rarely a poor choice, in my opinion.

Where's the bot that summarizes articles?

Zuckerberg unfriends Elon Musk.

It seems history will record the literal genocide of Yazidis by ISIS as the one worst atrocities in modern times.

Just fuck ISIS, i look forward to their annihilation

Can't even imagine the internal strength she must have to survive an episode like this, at 14, and have the fortitude and ambition she seems to have now.

Reading about all the ISIS atrocities can be slightly desensitising for a sheltered westerner like me, but people with the bravery like this to speak up help to highlight the many who can't speak out, and remind me of the shear scale of human suffering that is going on at the hands of ISIS (and all around the world). Not nice to think about but very important imho.

Man this hurts to read. These people have lived peacefully in their homeland for so long and in just a couple years it's all destroyed. I hope she lives a great life and her children don't have to ever experience such horror.

Sons of bitches.

Thank goodness I'm too poor to be able to afford Amazon Prime. 👍🏽

Put items in my cart the week before. Did they go down? If not, NOPE, pass. One item made it thru. Saved 30% of something I needed and was buying either way. Just suspect they're always doing it (because they are)

As a kid, the only things scarier than the Goosebumps stories were the covers of the books

Wow. I wish i could meet both of them. Stine got me into reading mystery, and king got me into horror.

There's two seemingly unrelated goosebumps posts in different subs on my front-page right now. Something goosebumps related incoming in a day or two, I'd bet.

Plot twist - King knows because he was the author of the article under another pseudonym.

I'm a writer too. I had the pleasure of meeting RL Stine at StokerCon 2016 in Vegas. The story is pretty funny.

I was super nervous to meet him, and I kinda sorta went out of my way to avoid it the first day of the convention. At one point I was smoking behind the building with Linda Addison and Jack Ketchum, (coincidence, we weren't old pals or anything) and I casually mentioned how I was afraid to talk to Stine. Jack Ketchum basically called me a wimp. (He said it very nice, but the gist was "Don't be afraid. Tell him what you just told me.")

So I work up my nerve and walk up to Stine when I pass him again a few hours later. I get so light headed I think I'm about to fall over, because here I am meeting my childhood hero. I mean, there are a lot of writers I credit for my career, but my love of horror blossoms primarily from his books and my mother's love of B movies.

I tell him that. Well, I sorta tell him that. I speak full on light speed word salad as I turn progressively redder and redder. Here's my childhood hero, and I feel like I'm going to pass out. Worse yet, I know I'm sticking my foot in my mouth. I end it as quickly as possible with, "Man, I can't believe I'm getting to meet you. I've wanted to since I was a kid, but I never thought I'd actually get the chance. Matter of fact, you're the whole reason I'm here."

He smiles as he shakes my hand, looks me dead in the eyes, and says, "Don't put that on me." Then just walks off like the Fonz. Two seconds later the absurdity of the whole thing catches up with me and I bust out laughing as I walk off. I feel a million times better instantly.

Super nice guy. Very funny. He also said in his speech during the banquet that when he dies he wants his ashes spread over Scarlet Johansson. Got a laugh out of the whole audience.

R. L. Stine, Stephen King, Brian Lumley, Dean R Koontz, and Christopher Pike....that was my childhood!

King: "I've had countless books of mine turned into movies or TV shows; classics like "The Shining," "Carrie," "Misery," and "It."

Stine: "I had that one TV show and a movie with Jack Black."

I was in a boarding school. My dorm was a big hall of around 30-40 bunk beds. I used sleep on the top bunk and there was bulb right over my bed.

September was the month where you'd see a lot of moths. The bulb in itself was very annoying but then September was even worse because it's moth friends would come visit and have some sort of disco party.

One night, I was reading Goosebumps, hardcover, in my bed, feeling scared as fuck and as usual the disco moths were there. Closed my book and with all my energy, swung it at this one fatass moth. I heard a thud and I knew it was a home run. It became a whole sport thing where every body would come to my bed and see whose moth fell the furthest.

There was only 1 rule, only equipent you can use is Goosebumps. The sport was called, Mothbumps. Hahahhahahhahahha.

Edit: Really wanted to mention this one part. It got really difficult to borrow Goosebumps from the school library. The library was always out for some reason.

Michael Jackson would have loved them.

I mean look at their costumes. That's dedication.

This would be much more uplifting if I didn't know how absolutely arbitrary the insurance rules for pretty much every insurance company are. Like, if you, as a kid, wait to get a chair at, say, 3 when strollers stop being convenient, from 3 to 5 you need the same seat/cushion thing, and from 3 to 8 you're using the same chair, then 8 to 13 you're using the same chair, growth spurt be damned. Thirteen to 18 is usually not as serious, but if you're a boy, you could spring up like a weed and be crammed in.

TL;DR Know who makes decisions about disabled people? Not disabled people.

EDIT: Oops I'm illiterate.

The article seems to stop in the

Why the fuck does a 8 year old need to raise money to buy a wheelchair in the wealthiest nation in the world is fucking beyond me?

We can see this as uplifting but then we should also ask the legitimate question of why a child cannot gain access to a new wheelchair when needed.