We went out to the local dive and I got a damn fine burger. Easier than killing and butchering a cow myself, especially at this time of night.

And you know how sometimes you're hungry for something specific, and you get it, and it's just the best damn thing in the world? This burger was that. So. Fucking. GOOD.

I also had a salad, so I cheerfully killed across the spectrum of animals and plants.

Steph! I have a photo for you. Gimme a sec to upload it.

I think he had a classmate whose father died.

I suspected it was something like this when you first mentioned it.

Ah, that's a whole 'nother level of scary for him.

There was an episode of Little House on the Prairie where a baby died. I freaked the fuck out. I didn't know a baby could die.

Wikipedia tells me I was four and my sister about seven months old. I do not envy my mother that one. I'm tearing up a little thinking about it, actually. No doubt the birth of my niece yesterday is part of my getting upset, but I remember that freak out pretty vividly.

Parenting. Not for the weak.

Virtue and Moir are fun.

For Steph: [link] This is a wall in Burbank, across from the theater and the Buffalo Wing place.

Parenting. Not for the weak.

Speaking for the weak - hell yeah.

For Steph: [link] This is a wall in Burbank, across from the theater and the Buffalo Wing place.

That is EXCELLENT!

HA! I saw it and immediately thought of you. I don't know if you can tell, but the entire thing is covered with all sorts of punctuation marks. FUN.

Seriously, bobsled doods, I know you're world class athletes but couldn't you put a little skirt on that thing?

I wonder what it would be like to be a man and feel that comfortable in my body. I know its not a universal truth, but I've seen hundreds and thousands of shirtless men who, were they women, wouldn't even be seen sleeveless nevermind in a bikini top.

I don't know if you can tell, but the entire thing is covered with all sorts of punctuation marks. FUN.

I could see some of them. That is a damn fine wall.