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.
I concur with above sentiment that Mockingjay is some of the darkest shit I have read in a long time. The film is going to be BRUTAL.
I don't know how they're going to film any of the books and still make them PG-13 (because that's the rating they HAVE to go for, given that they're YA books). Seriously. Some of the shit from the
arena in
Catching Fire (I'm just whitefonting b/c this is Natter) -- I cannot EVEN imagine how they can film that. Or the
muttations at the end of the games in
the first book. I assume they're going to have to do a lot of implying stuff, or a lot of cutting away before shit gets real.
Special K, baby!
You are so street, yo. With the slang and the drugs and the glayvin.
"Special K" doesn't actually tell me anything, though.
Congratulations to Seska and girl! (I sort of hear that to the tune of pinky and the brain).
AFAIK, Ketamine's primary use has been as a anesthetic for animals (specifically cats, though that is old old data if it was ever correct). It's dissociative, I think. Which works for some people in a pain-killeresque way, but not everyone? Maybe? I'm relying on my sorry memory of questionable sources, so, have a lot of salt with that.
