I'm Indy Northside born & raised (still live there), and also a well-traveled IU grad. I can vouch for about everything you said in that post. I was in _______, southwestern MA a couple of years ago, and one guy there said to me, "Why aren't you going to Chicago every single weekend, if you live in Indianapolis?" I…

God, I wanted them to kiss, in that movie. Those are two fine men.

I'm in Indy (far northside), I believe there are a few locals on here — but am unavailable for some time due to vacations, work craziness, etc. A winter meet-up would be fun, so I could maybe join then if you have another one toward the end of the year —

Yes, it's the Church of the Holy Cross — I took this picture a few years ago. Beautiful setting.

Aww, good pups. I had to put my dog down on May 10. He was 17, and such a good boy the whole way through, happy and sweet until the end. I took this picture the day before.

There's a book called Body of Work: Meditations on Mortality from the Human Anatomy Lab by Christine Montross, you may be interested. It has been well-reviewed in the NYT and elsewhere. I haven't read it yet myself, but came across it after reading Spook and it sounded interesting.

They did a great job, their voices are nicely suited to that duet — but the arrangement was so oddly cut, it was weird. I mean, of all songs, they should have shortened (at least a little bit) Kurt's full-length number from Sunset Blvd. a few eps ago, and allowed a longer version of this song!

In her most recent ep (where she confronted her rapist), she shot at the guy who was cornered in an alley, and there was a ricochet that hit Elliot. But I have some vague memory of her shooting him in her first one or two eps, as well? Maybe not, maybe it was the other guy (in the courtroom) who shot him...

I really liked Marcia Gay Harden's character, would like to see her back again. And she has shot Elliot what, twice now? Or was it just the once?

Christopher Moore rocks — his Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal is a fucking masterpiece. It's very funny, but its real power is in the poignancy of its serious side, IMHO. The end of Dirty Job had my eyes sweating a bit, too.

That movie has my most favorite erotic scene in any movie: Where Emma backs Anthony into a corner, to see what book he's reading. I just hold my breath every time I see that! So intimate — a masterful display of intimacy that is physical in terms of personal space and emotional walls, but not in terms of bodies…

I lost my dog this week, and cannot even think about WtRFG. I'm currently pretending it was never written, la la la, I can't hear you.

That was my favorite book of 2009. It just haunted me for days. I always said "books never make me cry" — um, well, maybe not never...

My grandma became a great-grandma when my sister had a baby, and was concerned about her nickname for that. Her last name starts with G, and we her grandchildren sometimes call her "Grandma G____" (insert last name), and Great-Grandma has two Gs — so she became GG, or Gigi. She loves it! Her two new…

I do recall Isaac getting lucky every time a single black woman boarded the Pacific Princess...but hopefully we've made some actual progress since the '70s.

Thanks, everybody. It just sucks. I'm dreading work this week because I *hate* crying at work! Ugh.

We probably have to put my dog down this week. He's 17 and has been the best dog in the universe (IMHO). We think he may have had a stroke on Friday night — up until then he was demanding treats and walks as usual, but as of yesterday morning, his vision has just totally gone and he can't seem to smell anything…

It looks like they have built-in cankles. I may be from flyover country, but even I can tell that this is not hot.

Too funny a coincidence — I just finished this book at 1:30 this morning, and my book group meets on it tonight. I enjoyed the Southern Gothic flavor of this book, and Russell's descriptions of the way something could be beautiful and mesmerizing and fatal, full of life and death all at once. And I especially…

To Oddbins, huzzah!