Tom--you DID have a really shitty childhood, but the good thing is that you already did the hardest part--surviving it. You are loved, live in a gorgeous place, and, most importantly, are a good person now. The work of integrating and understanding the badness is really hard and dark, I know, but the fact that you are doing it shows that you are already on the other side, even if you don't feel like it sometimes.

Lots of hugs, Tom.

You are loved, live in a gorgeous place, and, most importantly, are a good person now.

This. You are ALWAYS one of the people I want to see when I visit NY.

Scrappy FTW, as is frequently the case. More happy things - my roommate's kittens' favorite cat toy? Frankie's constantly wagging tail.

Anybody got a link to the Belinda? I just finished watching a Japanese flick with and evil cat named Blanche and baby crying and it reminded me of Belinda. I need to share the evil.

Belinda could come in handy in a Japanese horror flick. When the vengeful ghost shows up, just hold Belinda up, ask if she'd like to pet it, and she'd be all "GAH! Er, so sorry, I have the wrong address!" and hop back into the TV or up into the attic.

Scrappy is wise.

And yes, we love and value you, Tom. We know you beyond your childhood, you are not defined solely by your past.

I love the Good Stuff Tumblr.

My mom told me that Neavie thinks she becomes physically stronger when she wears her Wonder Woman costume.

ita !, so glad you are home, and being able to see your mom. I'm vibing hard for you and her right now.

Tom -- I don't know what made your childhood so bad, but I've heard you talk over the years about your therapy process.

You have made AMAZING steps -- you stick with it, through the dark. It's a process, and you're doing the bravest thing of all; keeping going through the process and working toward the light. That's the stuff of heroes -- not big-time flashy heroes, but the quiet heroes who keep on going through their personal hells, facing down the demons and flashing a big "FUCK YOU -- I'm scared, but I'ma keep going" at 'em.

Buffistas are picky, smart-ass smartasses -- all the Scola-love and support -- it ain't a fluke, man. You get it because you are worthy of it. WORTHY. You're smart, generous, thoughtful, sweet, self-aware and you're a fucking brave survivor, my man.

I don't know if that cheers you up, but every sunrise and sunset that takes your breath away, every picture or story that stirs your soul, every time you help someone, whether it's work or personally -- store those moments. You went through hell, and you didn't succumb to the status quo of despair. So many, MANY people do.

Bravery takes many forms. You are brave. You are good. You are worthy. And you are loved.

You did good there, Allyson. Shouldn't every little girl have access to her superpowers?

Oh! And this morning, the SO tells me if they were all cow elk, they wouldn't have been bugling. I know there were more there than what I could see, so maybe there were bulls challenging? They were loud! I need to get the video worked out so they can tell me what I heard.

Also I have to replace the hummingbird nectar today. There is finally a sparrow sitting on my oriole feeder, so at least I know it works, but it's also full of bugs. It's basically functioning as an unintentional yellow-jacket trap. So far I have only seen wasp type things in there, not the bees I'm trying to feed with the flowers, so I've kept putting it out, but I still feel bad about it. Also, if we ever get a neighbor and wasps can sting after death, they're going to walk into a heap of wasp corpses one day and be very upset. Okay, probably not, there's lots of stuff in the desert that wants to eat dead bugs, but still, I feel weird about it.

Anyway! Elk! Without any dogs in them! I've known they've been through the yard before, seeing as how they've eaten every tree I've ever planted and so forth, but I've never actually seen them there before, and I've never heard them call like that. We see them almost every night this season when we're driving, but this was literally in my yard. Which is pretty awesome. I love where I live.

"was you ever bitten by a dead bee?"