I am basically catching up on thousands of posts in Literary and now have an even more massive list of books to read. Right now, though, I need to read a She-Hulk trade or something, to cleanse my mental palate. Fortunately I have one sitting unread on my shelf.

edited to correct my pallet/palate/palette fuck-up

Perfect, break is just in time for Dr. Who.

Emotional incontinence does mean surprise crying. I wonder if that means I'll cry less. I don't cry at length, but I probably cry pretty often. I thought that was just the life of a Supernatural fan, though.

I had that on Wellbutrin. Hallmark commercials made me cry. Using the last tea bag from the cannister made me cry. That was a tiresome and embarrassing era.

Emotional incontinence means involuntary, uncontrollable crying and/or laughing, often at inappropriate times.

Emotional incontinence does mean surprise crying

Wait, there's a NAME for that? Huh.

Emotional incontinence means involuntary, uncontrollable crying and/or laughing, often at inappropriate times.

Again, huh. Because I often cry at, well, the drop of a hat. Frequently for no reason at all.

It's a secondary condition to brain trauma or some neurological disorder. I don't think it simply means crying easily. (In my case at least, that's known as "stupid hormones".)

Now there are 3 kids running around my yard like it's a park. I went out and told them to leave. They probably won't quit. Makes me uncomfortable. I don't want to be the unpleasant old lady yelling hey you kids get offa my lawn! but fuck. They were right up by my patio. Privacy please? Not to be mean or anything, but I don't know these kids at all. What if they're the kind who think it's fun to rip up flowers or hurt a cat?

I love the "It Gets Better" Chrome ad. Pretty much all browser ads boil down to "look at this cool thing on the internet," and I love that Google chose that one to showcase. Whatever the motivation, putting that message out there on prime time TV is a good thing, I think.

And with my C-section, they turned the epidural back on before starting (it had been off when they thought I could deliver on my own), and told me I would feel "pulling and tugging". It felt like CUTTING AND SLICING. Which I told them, and that anesthesiologist freaked and accidentally knocked me completely out, so I missed the whole thing.

I had a similar experience, only instead of getting knocked out, I got ketamine. I don't recommend it.

Goddammit. Now I feel like someone's watching me through my own fucking windows. I don't want to go back to keeping all the shades drawn like I did in New Jersey when all my windows looked out onto public areas. I don't like this feeling of paranoia and vulnerability. Crossing my yard isn't a shortcut to the bus route or anything. There's no reason anyone should be in my yard or around my house. Am I going to have to put up a fence to make my boundary lines clear?

The Chrome ad with "It Gets Better" chokes me up, every time. In a good way.

What is ketamine, Jess? I know I've heard the name, but I didn't think it was a pain killer or anesthesia.

Emotional incontinence means involuntary, uncontrollable crying and/or laughing, often at inappropriate times.

The inappropriate thing is key -- it could mean uncontrollable laughing when you're sad or upset, for instance, or vice versa.