Asphyxiation can also mean loss of oxygen due to c02 or other gas poisoning (running car in closed garage, helium, bag over head, etc). A combo of the last two was how my cousin chose to go 3 Years ago. Depression is a horrible, insidious thing.

Speaking as Person B in this scenario: THANK YOU. I desperately want to WANT to go back to the gym again. :(

The Shorter the Pony, The Closer to Hell.

So, what, she should have just laid down and taken it?

I am heartened by Mike Bloomberg’s hinting that if Trump or Cruz come out on top, he’ll hop into the race as an Independent. He’s mainstream and moderate enough that he’ll take all the middle-of-the-road Republican votes and leave Trump or Cruz with the crazypeople, who, fortunately, are not yet a strong enough field…

Just leaving this here...

I have never been a Stern fan, but I heard some of his live broadcast on 9/11, and he went full-on Edward R. Murrow: all business, all compassion. My opinion of him skyrocketed. Still have no interest in listening to him, though.

OMG the Betty Broderick story is *amazing.*

You forgot “Wake up, sheeple!”

Threatened. THREATENED?! I don’t even know what to do with that.

I eloped in Las Vegas with an Elvis impersonator. (I mean that the officiant was an Elvis impersonator, not that I married an Elvis impersonator!) cost us $185 + tips; I carried the slightly-wilted bouquet left behind by a previous bride because I was too cheap to spring for flowers. Fifteen years later, we regret…

“You Don’t Have To,” “Black Belt” and “GMF” by John Grant. Hell, most of the John Grant catalogue is a completely *hilarious* Fuck You. :D

Totally true story: I knew Jewel, and I was at that show (at the Academy, I think?) with a mutual friend. She was sick that night, and we went to see her in her dressing room after (I was bummed because I wanted to see Peter Murphy...) and SP was there. He really laid down the law when lable flacks kept trying to suck…

Came here for this. Was not disappointed.

Ok, so, this book about Lou Reed just came out that is basically a giant collection of Lou Reed Was A Dick stories. Friends, family, former band mates... a WHOLE LOT of people chimed in about what a dick he was. In many of these cases, they were not only recounting first-hand recollections of how he was a dick, but…

Seriously! And using “Bela Lugosi’s Dead”? Is this an homage to The Hunger (and the Las Vegas Cosmopolitan hotel commercials) or just a clueless ripoff?

I’ve always had work friends, and some of my dearest friends in the world came from my last job, where we had all been for 5 to 10 years. We hung out outside of work, went to each others’ weddings, the whole bit. I love them. But then I took a management job in another state— not only did I leave my favorite people…

I’ve always been fond of “motherless fuck” when going hardcore, “Asshat” when I’m looking for PG-related territory, and for every other situation, there is something infinitely satisfying about looking at someone with complete contempt and just saying, “Clown.”

I am a new-ish manager. I sometimes work longer hours to get a specific project done or to put out fires, but I try not to make a habit of it. I figure that I am being paid more and given more responsibility, so I do have an obligation to put in the extra time— WHEN NECESSARY. Not as a matter of daily principle. I…