Could just be a hoax, though. I fake some headaches, everyone gets used to poor helpless Spike. Then one day, no warning, I snap a spine, bend a head back, drain 'em dry. Brilliant.

Spike ,'Potential'


Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


msbelle - Oct 06, 2010 6:46:36 am PDT #27915 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

In news to break your heart - mac and a couple of classmates got reprimanded in music today - I guess the teacher yelled a bit or something, but mac got so scared he got excused to the counselor's office and tearily asked to see me. She had him call me instead. Not sure what triggered it, probably something in the tone or pitch of her voice, but it took him to a bad memory and the counselor said he was shaken up enough to voluntarily tell her that he thought something bad would happen like it did in Africa, and he almost never volunteers up stuff from his past to anyone but family.


tommyrot - Oct 06, 2010 6:50:22 am PDT #27916 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Awww... poor mac.


Scrappy - Oct 06, 2010 6:54:41 am PDT #27917 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

In fuck cancer news, mu brother's M-i-L died last night at his home in the Netherlands. They had been nursing her there for a couple of months, ever since they found out her cancer was inoperable. She raised seven children as a widow and was a lovely, kind woman who did endless volunteer work. She was the kind of devout Christian who totally welcomed my atheist American brother and my own Jewish husband into her life with open arms.

Toward the end, she was on a LOT of morphine for the pain, and her breathing was very loud and painful. Her brother was visiting her, and starting singing songs from their childhood to her. My brother said this very serious 80-year-old-man sat by her bed and sang children's songs for an hour. At the end, she opened her eyes, smiled at him, and then died.


Tom Scola - Oct 06, 2010 7:05:30 am PDT #27918 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

I'm having a tough time of it in therapy. My psychiatrist wants me to talk in more detail about my childhood abuse. I know that my dad screamed at me a lot, but when pressed for details about the words he would use, specific instances when it happened, or even how often it would happen, I draw a blank. It's all a blur to me.


meara - Oct 06, 2010 7:14:09 am PDT #27919 of 30001

Tom, that sounds tough. I know I'd be hard pressed to explain much about my parents from childhood, and I don't have nearly the reasons you do to forget.

Boo cancer. Boo headaches.

Yay raises?


Steph L. - Oct 06, 2010 7:15:53 am PDT #27920 of 30001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

My psychiatrist wants me to talk in more detail about my childhood abuse.

Tom, I don't think I've ever heard you explicitly use the word "abuse."

Now, I believe that everyone gets to define their own experiences, and use whatever terms they want to, and can change those terms as they see fit. (I say that because I want to be clear I have no judgment on how you define your experiences.)

I guess I'm just pointing it out because it seems, to me, like using that word to define it is more proof of the progress that you've made in therapy. And maybe knowing that someone else sees that progress will help you a little bit while you're having such a tough time.

It's all a blur to me.

I can't remember a 4- to 5-year chunk of my childhood. At all. And I don't mean years 1-5.

he was shaken up enough to voluntarily tell her that he thought something bad would happen like it did in Africa, and he almost never volunteers up stuff from his past to anyone but family.

Awww, poor noodle. It sounds like a good things that he trusts her enough to tell her that.


Connie Neil - Oct 06, 2010 7:19:17 am PDT #27921 of 30001
brillig

I don't remember large swaths of my childhood, but I always assumed that meant I had a dull childhood, except for especially interesting vacations or seeing a deer a close range back in the hills and such. I've got a highlights reel, not a transcript.


Nora Deirdre - Oct 06, 2010 7:22:30 am PDT #27922 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Scrappy - Oct 06, 2010 7:30:39 am PDT #27923 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Aw, Tom, why does the progress to health have to be so HARD? I continue to be amazed by your tenacity and courage.


Lee - Oct 06, 2010 7:44:48 am PDT #27924 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

YAY Suzi!

Interview-ma, Erin.

I'm sorry it's rough right now, Tom, but I agree with Steph about all the progress you are making.

Poor Noodle Mac.

I'm sorry for your family's loss, Scrappy. Fuck Cancer.