Gillian Anderson

Guh! I prefer the red-headed, Scully variety but still love GA.

I will share from my late afternoon Pick-Me-Up Music Selection:

MCA, get on the mic, my man

When I get my fill, I'm chilly chill

Pistol-packin, Monkey-drinkin, no-money BUM!

Early Beasties make me happy.

Mr. Ebanks was later caught by the irate residents of the community who then stoned and chopped him to death.

I admire the matter-of-fact tone of this sentence. I think it's the word "irate" that makes it perfect.

Timelies all!

Bleah, didn't sleep well. I kept waking up and going back to sleep. Yet, I am oddly alert.

Right. I mean, since no one here has actually posted their tales of revenge on these people, presumably we've all had our reasons not to give in to our worse instincts.

True dat. The worst I ever did with Bec's parents was get into a shouting match when they pulled their house invasion. And I apologised for it almost immediately. I'm pretty sure they still don't get why I did that. (They think it's because they were right, dammit!)

I was thinking more about the vengence thing. - It isn't a belief in karma , but the fact that I have decided that most people that I put in the evil catagory - were that way to me or someone I love, because that is the way they are. And evetually, they will run into a situation that they have made due to thier evil choices in this life.

I agree with this. Quite deeply, at times. A spirit of malice and selfishness does not a happy life make.

Closest I've come to death, that'd be pyloric stenosis as a newborn. I have a big ol' scar on my stomach still. My nephew had it too, and now the operation is just keyhole surgery. No scar. Medicine is very cool.

"What is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?"

Huh. I'm not sure I'd know where to start. When I was going through my marital breakup, so many people were there for me, including the people on this board. So thank you, everyone. I don't know how I would've coped without you. I was telling Wallybee about it last night, how I felt like I was just being stretched ever more taut with every new crisis, and that it felt like it was all going to snap and I'd be left trying to pick up the pieces. This place relieved a lot of the strain.

My mother, for hanging on until I got home to see her again.

Bec, for giving me the chance to save our marriage. It didn't work out, but it wasn't for lack of trying from either of us.

Blah blah, life-affirming.

Oh, boo hoo. Let me wipe away the tears with my plastic hand!

Good news! My dad's tests came back much improved today, so his doctors think he may be able to go home tomorrow. Looks like the likeliest culprit for all the problems he's been having is the Zocor he was taking for cholesterol, and once the last traces of it were out of his system things rapidly began returning to normal.

You know, for example, you'll be confronted with a very difficult debate between science, on the one hand, and the hopes of science, and life.

Terrifying. It's like people thinking that everything would have been better if that pesky Copernicus had just kept his thoughts to himself.

Brad Curran's "Top 10 Comic Book plots that could be used to write Marissa Cooper out of the OC"

eta: Excellent news, Matt!

I can't really think of anyone who did me wrong enough to deserve revenge. There's been instances where I've had the urge to lash out in anger (such as the two separate idiots who were driving 10 under the limit on a two lane road, then decided to floor it when I started to pass them, then slammed on their brakes as I did so I couldn't get back behind them either, nearly causing a head on collision in one case.) but nothing that I felt the need to get the person back for at a later date.

Closest I've been to death was probably when I nearly drowned when I was 8. Tried to jump across a creek, misjudged, panicked when I hit the water, couldn't tell up from down in the muddy water and was luckily pulled out by my friend.

Another time would be as a passenger in a overloaded Renault Alliance that ended up doing a 540 in during rush hour traffic when I was 16 because my friend riding shotgun decided it would be funny to jerk the wheel and then resettle it, which caused the driver to panic and try to counter-steer a swerve that wasn't happening. By some miracle we managed to spin between the oncoming cars and then the driver instinctively threw it into reverse and turned backwards into a driveway when the car stopped it's spin facing backwards in our original lane.

Of course, there's some other stupid incidents through out my childhood and teenage years involving fire, explosives, sharp objects and careless driving both by myself and others, but those are all "What was I thinking?" rather than actual cases of being near death.

ION, assorted fire dept. vehicles have been driving past with their sirens running for the last two hours and heading towards what could be the lake, the train station or the nuclear power plant. Only one actual fire truck, the rest being general fire dept vehicles, some hauling trailers with machinery. I have no idea what's going on.

Great news, Matt!