I kinda wanna see her parents interviewed, to see how they respond to the autopsy results.

"How do you respond to the fact that this proves you were full of shit?"

Actually, I don't want to see that, because it's a really shitty thing to say to someone whose child is dead.

Actually, I don't want to see that, because it's a really shitty thing to say to someone whose child is dead.

Well OK, you have a point.

Except that the parents have been complete obnoxous assholes to the husband, so I have less sympathy to them than I might otherwise have.

through very scientific study (of being in a small office with A/C moreorless pointed right at me), I have discovered that 76-77 is the perfect temp for me.

Today I discovered that Peet's Chai Lattes aren't even as good as Starbuck's Chai Lattes. (Starbuck's aren't nearly as good as Coffee Bean's, but I don't have a CB near me, which is sad making.)

What did other people learn or discover?

A cab ride from the airport costs $33.

Oh, you want cheery stuff?

I gotta say, my mom would rip my husband's head off (if i had a husband with a head) if she thought, no matter how delusional the thought, that I would recover.

Which is why I place that power in my brother's hands. She wouldn't kill him, and he'd respect my wishes.

I think her parents were heavily infleunced by the people who started latching on to Terri as some kind of symbol for their cause and were using them all.

I would like to see Frist called on his "diagnosis" .

I want to know, does it really take weeks and weeks to do an autopsy, and if it does in that county, can you guys remind me not to be murdered there?

Or was it supposed to be a secret, and somebody finally cracked and sold out to the National Enquirer?

Parental unreality regarding their children is not a new phenomenon, but the unsurprisingness doesn't make it any less excruciating. I was unfortunate enough to listen to some of a Dateline show about that girl who disappeared in Aruba. They interviewed her mom, and she was like, "I have faith that [name] will be found alive." On an island the size of a driveway, two weeks after disappearance. Uh huh.

Public grief is something I loathe, but determined public denial is worse.

Oh, you want cheery stuff?

I wouldn't describe bad chai lattes as cheery, so no.

Which is why I place that power in my brother's hands. She wouldn't kill him, and he'd respect my wishes.

This is a stroke of brilliance, Allyson. I remember when this got my mother and I talking. I told her she'd better not dare do something like this to me, and she said that she could understand them, as a (liberal, totally not religious) parent. That if there were any hope at all, it would be hard to let go.

My brother would be more grounded in reality, and I don't know that there's anyone I'd trust more.

What did other people learn or discover?

I learned that the 1949 version of The Secret Garden is very good. Also, I don't want to be at work on such a gorgeous day. But I already knew that.