On Making Light a couple of months ago, immediately after Tim Russert's death, there was a thread full of heart attack survivors talking about what they now recognize as the red flags that went up in the minutes beforehand. The one weird and extremely vivid thing just about all of them experienced was a sudden irrational compulsion to get away from wherever they were and find someplace to be alone. On a bus, in line for a movie or a public restroom, in a library, wherever...they all felt overwhelmed by a loud interior voice saying GET OUT. GO AWAY. BE ALONE. Not a panic attack, just a big calm command to go be alone. Which, fortunately, none of them quite succeeded in doing before keeling over. IIRC, they all said it was nothing like anything they'd felt before or since, but they'd know it again in an instant.

It's a weird red flag, but at least it's not vague.

a loud interior voice saying GET OUT. GO AWAY. BE ALONE.

Aww, man, I always feel that way!

Okay, seriously though, it sounds WAY different than my mere misanthropy and crowd aversion.

And, because it deserves its own post, SHIT, Shir! I am so incredibly sorry! In my geeky religious way, I spent all yesterday praying for your safety and your sister's safety and everyone's safety and at least a modicum of sanity and real, compassionate leadership for every leader involved in the conflict; it didn't even occur to me to worry about mundane things like job security, and clearly the universe decided to take advantage of this lapse.

Well played, 2008, you complete and utter asshole.

Thanks, JZ. I really, really appreciate the thoughts and the prayers and the kind words all of you are sending towards here the past few days.

...in completely shallow news, I am watching Karate Kid on Hulu. HILARIOUS.

...in completely shallow news, I am watching Karate Kid on Hulu. HILARIOUS.

Oh! That reminds me. Flight of the Conchords S2 premiere is up at Comedy or Die. Or it was recently.

...in completely shallow news, I am watching Karate Kid on Hulu. HILARIOUS.

Heh-- I just caught the end of Hiding Out a couple of nights ago. Oh, the acid wash and mullets!

Time to go to the Crafty Beaver....

OMG I AM SO BORED

Sorry, just had to get that out.

Home from the beach. Headachey and vaguely cranky. The world looks very differently when I know there's nothing NOTHING to do but wait it out.

But you know what? One person's headache, nothing to vaguely compare to the horror around Shir and Nilly. Just had to whine, though.