How are people?

Things are pretty good around here.

I'm busy with new biz stuff.

And coping with the Warren Jeffes news stories in ways I didn't expect, until it snuck upon me.

I didn't realize that I was reacting until I noticed that I was self-medicating with food.

When I mentioned to a good friend what was happening, in perfect form she declared, "Hey, that's great news!"

You might wonder how becoming physically ill over photographs of a pedophile is good news, but it turns out that she was spot on. While I am totally healed emotionally, I still have sense memory that I will likely never be free of. Frankly, I don't know that I need to be.

So, now I can manage my impulses and choose better coping mechanisms than cupcakes. I am immensely grateful that I am not much worse off. So, once the news story is gone...which it will be soon...I can put it out of my body and get on with my life.

I won't pretend to be accepting. I did have a moment of wishing that Jeffes be released into the general population of a maximum security prison...but that isn't me.

I just wish I had the power to heal and prevent his affliction.

Sigh. I love life lessons, but sometimes...not that much.

Other than that, I'm happy!

Wow. Worthington loves that shoe. That's ecstasy right there.

Keep talking about your adorable cats while I'mhere with clio, who refuses to eat the expensive hypoallergenic cat food and is still chewing her fur off and Oz, the floor pooper. sigh

I was all, "from the lesbian indie classic But I'm a Cheerleader and an early BtVS episode in which she played an invisible assassin??

And Carnivale! And Ten Inch Hero (with Jensen Ackles)!

Aw Sue. That's rough. I have zero expertise in feline psychology...if it even exists, but I feel for you.

Always a good thing.

You say this now. You wait until the sex parties start.

And even then, you might still say so.

Today, I wrote a strongly worded letter to management regarding a training class I was forced to take in which I was handed a rock and told to bond with it.

Aw, Sue's kitties. I can tell you stories of Switch attacking the bulletin board above my desk at four a.m. Many, many nights a week! And Cortez being slightly OCD and/or PTSD, and therefore a little ... strange.

And even then, you might still say so.

Well, you do know me. You guess.

Kate, I've often witnessed similar scenes, without the soundtrack. I've found Loki with his head shoved in the toebox of a size 9 platform sandal, nose peeking out. That vid is epic catness.

I was handed a rock and told to bond with it.

I suppose, as we live in a world with consequences, it wouldn't have been the best idea to tell the trainer that your rock was possessed by a demon and was tempting you with avarice, and would it be all right if you left the training to go knock over a bank, because otherwise the rock would grow wrathful and bash itself on any head it could find.