I'm picturing your mom as a Dynasty -era Joan Collins.

I am totally okay with that, Anakin.

My sister's a nurse, about half the people we grew up with became nurses or work in the medical field, and I go to a dialysis center three times a week, so I spend a lot of time around nurses, techs, and other medical professionals. Their acceptable topics of table conversation tend to be more....eclectic than usual.…

'Salright. You're among friends here.

There was a poster with your issue in an open thread a week or two ago; absolutely zero desire. Anyway, late in the post-or maybe even in a response-she revealed that she was taking Zoloft. The response was immediate and unanimous: maybe a dozen people, myself included, wrote back that Zoloft had annihilated their sex…

For the record, I will happily watch Gossip Girl with you.

Congratulations on your week. Most of it anyway. You sound like someone who would have utterly fascinating dinner conversation.

Forty-two minutes. For politeness's sake.

Ok, that Wodehouse advice is positively brilliant.

"Werewolf!?"

Buttons. Silver buttons from the Captain's uniform.

Ditto. Then I thought: barely a human lifetime ago, that sentence could only have appeared in something like Astounding Science Fiction.

Masochism

Ditto

That which is dead cannot die, but rises again.

That....entity in the back looks cold...

Con artist. I think if she had Munchausens-by-proxy, she would have been actually hurting the kid somehow. Poison or something to make him look sickly.

Thanks again! I've never been to a Fringe fest but they sound like lots of fun. I hear Edmonton's is supposed to be pretty fantastic. I've wanted to go there since reading this book, so hey, win-win. I'll have to put it on my bucket list along with walrus-sitting and taking wooden boat building classes at Seattle…

As hateful as the stuff they actually say is, I think the little meta-messages like that are ultimately more damaging. Straight up propaganda technique.

Yeah, I'm sure you'll live longer the less you tune into that snakepit. But whenever i'm channel surfing and i blip by one of their marionettes spewing whatever garbage they're pushing this week, i get stuck like a mammoth at La Brea. It's like their idiocy puts outl gravity