Yeah, last week I was driving in low visibility with traffic slowing/ stopping randomly (going 50-80 km/h) on a slippery highway, and some asshole trucker was tailgating, forcing cars out of the cleared lane, and trying to travel +100 km/h. Idiot. Glad I have snow tires!

When I read Dan Savage's book The Kid, he says the research he did suggests that teen moms rarely have kids with FAS, and that the risks increase with the mother's age and binge drinking. (His son's birth mom didn't know she was pregnant for the first few months.) The risks were probably lower when people had kids…

I want to have lunch with her, Judy Dench and Ian Mckellan.

Back in the 70s you could walk right up to it. My parents took a picture of me sitting in the middle of it on a big stone. I have no memory of this, but it looks cool.

:( That sucks. When my sister broke her ankle, her work gave her all the stuff that could be done off-site because she wasn't allowed to drive for 3 months and her workplace wasn't reasonably accessible except by car. They were super accommodating, but then they're unionized.

I got an inch long splinter under my nail picking up a bowling ball at my friend's 10th birthday party. His teenage brother had to figure out to dig it out and I have steered clear of bowling ever since.

One of my classmates pissed herself on the trampoline in gym class in grade 6.

This wasn't in rage, but I locked my hand in a car door and lost the feeling in my fingers for several months. On the plus side, got to sit out of P.E. for ages.

Did the milk help?

Lit my hand on fire lighting an alcohol lamp off a candle. I knew what I was doing was stupid but did it anyway. So my hand was engulfed in flame, which led to me to shake it (and the lamp) while screeching "FUCKFUCKFUCK" which spilled burning alcohol all over the papers on my desk and also on my breast. Then I had a…

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Loved his reaction to Fey & Poehler's Golden Globes joke about his weight loss for Dallas Buyers Club.

This particular kind humour (Tina Fey is way funnier) and bum-fixation isn't to my taste, however je suis Charlie.

Time for 60s style voter registration/ voter ID drives? Get out the vote!

And they don't seem to give a shit about torture generally, as long as it stays hush-hush so as not to embarrass 'murica. Enough of this. I'm off to a vigil. Je suis Charlie.

Deepest sympathy for your loss. Bans on abortion put women at risk in miscarriage, in addition to being deeply cruel in cases like yours, or when there are life-threatening complications.

What's up with the first-born? Already in hock?

I snorted my evening cocoa. Most now listen to Mr. McFerrin's oeuvre.

no idea. No kids. But I've been pregnant, and god, the feelings, the anxiety, the acid reflux, the lack of sleep, the post-miscarriage exhaustion. I'd have lost my mind if in the middle of it Mr. Fan had been caught picking up random unsuspecting craigslist readers. I figure six to nine months postpartum would be…