Oh, fuck. My dad called a little while ago -- one of my cousins (we're not super close, but they're all pretty nice people, and this one threw a baby shower for Matilda and me about a year ago) is getting divorced. Three kids, one entering high school and twins in grade school, and they're all moving in with her parents at her old childhood house in the East Bay. Which is sad, but not the worst part; the worst part is that her soon-to-be-ex is an Orthodox priest, and she found out he'd been cheating on her with at least one member of the congregation, and he's now resigning from the priesthood and there's an article in the local paper and it's not just sad, it's gonna be a big public mess. Fuck fuck fuck. Their poor kids! Poor her! Shit, I don't know who to feel worse for. And I want to punch him in the head. A lot.
Xander ,'End of Days'
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
What an awful situation. And he's clearly in need of at least a punching in the head, which would actually be getting off light.
Coping-ma to the family.
Because shrift is the ID of fandom. It's like popping the hood on the whole scene.
Oh, I don't know about that. I might be the id of perhaps one in every twenty fandoms, although I think I'm far less id-driven than a lot of other people. If you want the true id, you should look at any number of open-membership livejournal communities. And once your brain tries to escape through the back of your skull, I think you'll appreciate that I'm raising the intelligence of average discussion by eleventy billion percent.
Yeah. Shrift's most certainly not the id.
She may, however, be the cool, slinky reptile trying to sell you apples.
Also, separated, JZ, that's awful. Gah.
That is awful, JZ. I hope they can rescue some semblance of normal.
What is an adjective that means "writing-wise"? For the sentence, "X helped me with my style, both [word] and sartorial."
Literary? Compositional?
I once took care of a friend's afghan hounds. During thunderstorm season.
I basically sat on the couch and was covered by 200+ lbs of quivering dogflesh. They totally lost their shit.
Now, Devi the cat goes to ground in storms. She just is bothered by the noise. She hates the freight trains too. But those dogs? Were petrified. They peed on me in terror.
They peed on me in terror.
NATLBSB.
Or not.