AP, CB and MK from FNL will be in October's issue of Instyle magazine.

Whyfore do you need to wear an orange vest?

Doesn't the drawing on this poster look like Peter Petrelli?

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Because you're going hunting?

Or you're going to be where people are hunting?

ARrrrr.

Nilly's Yom Kippur posts always make me wish she had offended me in some way so that I could participate in her process. But no. I could make something up next year, maybe.

Then I always wish that I could practice in that way. But I don't.

Hey, if you are the offended party and you're trying to forgive on Yom Kippur, does that also require interpersonal contact, like if you've hurt somebody? Do you have to go to that person and say, hey, you really hurt me but I forgive you?

I forgot my money clip at home. At least, that's where I hope it is. Luckily the lady who runs the caf downstairs is gregarious, and even though I hate people I like her. Which means I have my mango tango and my smart water anyway--she showed me her sheaf of signed receipts, each one indicating monies owed. Sometimes having company makes you feel better.

My office GIVES flu shots to the University and I still don't get one. I am 35 and I have never had the flu, and I am afraid to break the streak. I know it is stupid, but I can't help it. Someday I think all the nurses are just going to come after me with syringes!

This is one of the freakiest videos I've seen in ages. It's the rescue of a guy at Niagara Falls. The guy is standing on a rock in about three feet of water in the middle of the river (above the falls), a few feet from the falls.

The video never explains how he got there. On watching it I was amazed he was never swept over the falls....

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Hey, if you are the offended party and you're trying to forgive on Yom Kippur, does that also require interpersonal contact, like if you've hurt somebody? Do you have to go to that person and say, hey, you really hurt me but I forgive you?

People sometimes do that. It's a very good time to try to clear the air with a person you were not in good terms with, to try to reconcile fights and arguments, to start over, turn a clean new page, all that. It's sometimes called (um, other than "the terrible days") "a season of good will", and in many ways, people try to use this as a first-step and a making-it-easier part of the process of both forgiving as well as asking for forgiveness.

[Edit: oh, and there are rules, in case somebody doesn't forgive a person who asks their forgiveness, how much you have to try and how, and after that, it stops being the asking-forgiveness-persons's problem. You're sort of supposed to forgive, when sincerely asked to. That's part of the whole thing, too.]

Nilly's Yom Kippur posts always make me wish she had offended me in some way so that I could participate in her process.

That's a great idea.

Nilly, remember how you gush over pictures of Matilda and Dylan and Dillo and all the other Buffista babies and Buffista toddlers and Buffista kids proper, and how you remember all their birthdays and all our birth stories and always have kind and loving and insightful things to say about our families?

Well, for all your professed love of all our babies, I notice that you have never once gone to the trouble of getting a new visa, investing your entire life savings in an open-ended round-trip ticket to and from the US with connecting flights all across the entire continent of North America, and being constantly at the ready to abandon your teaching career and your family to hop on a plane at a moment's notice to soothe our babies for us when they wake us up at two in the morning. Does that seem right to you?

It's a darn good thing you went and posted that lovely, gracious apology that reminded me how lucky we all are to have met you even once, and to have you present in our lives even as pixels on a screen, or I might never have forgiven you for being one-seventeenth of a degree less than practically perfect in every way.

It's not posited as a method for killing humans, but it would be a horrible way to go [apiphobes, don't click].