The only bookcase that could kill me is Monstro.

And with all the smack I talk about him, I'm surprised he hasn't tried yet.

I have been grossed out by the smell of a dead mouse, so I find that story hard to believe. Not that I think they're lying, but they must have been lying to themselves all that time. Ew.

Not to be really morbid, but I kind of want to see a picture of the bookshelf. Because how far out from the wall did they have it, for her to fall *behind* it? All of our bookshelves have maybe a two or three-inch clearance between them and the walls, so I just can't figure out how she got back there. I can see a bookcase falling *on* you, though.

IIRC, they did notice a strange smell, but never put 2+2 together. Or maybe they were just lazy....

Honestly, though, it's not a place I would ever look for a *person*.

Hey! MINE.

That's a long run from Cali to Hali!

I could do it! Specially in those boots!

Just think how much heartbreak a long extension cord could have avoided! Let this be a lesson to us!

On my way home just now I thought I saw Ron Rifkin and I was all, "but he's tiny!" So maybe I saw Ron Rifkin too.

Anyhoo, this bookshelf thing reminds me of two stories: one about how I had a potato decompose in one of my kitchen cabinets, leaving a furious stink behind that took months without dissipating. I kept putting off going in there to clean out whatever body parts the potato left behind, figuring there wasn't much to do about it. Finally Bob cleaned out the cabinet and found that a lemon had liquified in there about five months previously, being the source of the stink all along. This was the time I was in denial about stink.

Then there was this other time I worked for my college newspaper and happened on the scene of an accident involving a tree and a jeep. Any fool looking at it could tell you that it was a deadly accident; my co-editor and I never considered it and sent out a photographer, thinking it would make a funny little picture. It had not occurred to us-- even though there was a girlfriend crying hysterically a few feet away-- that students had been killed. It just never even occurred to us. This was the time I was in denial about people dying.

OK, here's something I didn't know - if you're suddenly exposed to the vacuum of space, you're better off letting the air out of your lungs rather than trying to hold your breath.

The first effect is the expansion of gases within the lungs and digestive tract due to the reduction of external pressure. A victim of explosive decompression greatly increases their chances of survival simply by exhaling within the first few seconds, otherwise death is likely to occur once the lungs rupture and spill bubbles of air into the circulatory system.

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Aimee, I'd be watching out for Monstro, if I were you. He sounds like he might have a grudge.

I also like cashmere socks.

Goes without saying, but so do I.

I also like any meat product that is gifted to my front door. LOVE IT.

Cashmere, were you able to keep Owen in his room last night?

Aimee, I'd be watching out for Monstro, if I were you. He sounds like he might have a grudge.

No kidding.