Well, an arrest warrant was just filed for Bill Cosby.

I heard he was diagnosed 2 days before he passed. He got the call regarding news of the cancer while he was playing a video game with friends.

There’s a song by Gotye about a dying pet “Bronte” that is so beautiful and I cannot listen to it. If it pops up on my playlist I race almost to shut it off, “nooooo the dead dog song”. I have a 15 year old cat so I don’t need to go there. Someday maybe I’ll need to listen to it nonstop hiding out in bed with wadded…

I know. That said—after losing my mom if someone offered empathy regarding a tale about the loss of a pet, I wouldn’t find it trivializing at all.

My first cat died after a difficult bout of renal failure. It was horribly wrenching to watch her energy and spirits wane until the end. A couple of years later my mom died of metastasized cancer. My grief had a different color but both hurt me deeply in an unquantifiable way. My mom wouldn’t have been insulted to…

One small improvement: dogs need to have their bellies accessible for rubs while they are read to. (yeah I know with some dogs that isn’t a good idea...still...when I see them separated by the glass-my impulse reaction is I want them in their laps)

or maybe she had an ongoing problem that wasn’t properly diagnosed or treated. This time it killed her.

I remember seeing Pornhub’s initial announcement of the scholarship, entry rules, etc. One of the things they specified was please don’t send us your homemade porn-it won’t help your chances.

You have good taste! I agree on Animals, but at the time the whole package of The Wall captured my 12 year old imagination. I was playing over a friends house and she copy of that brick graphic album cover. “Want to hear something scary?” uh...sure! And she turned off the lights and played “is there anybody OUT THERE”…

I can appreciate the actual non lyrical music part of The Stones now but as a little kid growing up in the 70s, teen in the 80’s I had a visceral repulsion to Mick, Keith and the rest of the band. I remember the lyrics as smug, a vague ugly kind of predatory sexuality which was mysterious to me but....menacing, not…

so many possibilities with these two. How about a soulful musical hard boiled Philadelphia detective duo storyline AND cooking show? Imagine the interrogation scenes (nothing physically brutal but maybee just lots of aromatic homemade pies just out of reach of the handcuffed jailed perp?)

“[David] didn’t understand why Yolanda wouldn’t leave the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills if she’s in so much pain and so tired.”

...and must carry the tiny remains in an adult sized lead crucifix shaped urn/coffin, which they must be tethered naked to by spike or rope and carry through the town in a crown of thorns, after a whipping.

to make yourself irresistible to all the kitties.

I guess they wanted to clear that the family wasn’t involved in any way, despite their emphatic denouncement of the couple’s actions. I first wrote I’m glad she’s going to family too....but re reading I realize I can only hope she does. So sad.

Her music is insipid earworms...they hook but without even any guilty pleasure in them. Just super annoying. I’m forced to hear her on heavy rotation at work on the store soundsystem. (I’m on a temporary break from it as it’s time for 24/7 holiday shopping music now.) There’s some godawful song embodying every cliche…

First few words in, I just can’t. So creepy. That voice.

I’m a firm believer of consent, but unconscious kitty belly rubs are a victimless crime.

I had a very smart, mischievous (would escape to the outdoors with such determination that I gave up trying to keep her in...it was a battle turning into a war I couldn’t win..I’ll explain more if anyone thinks I was neglectful or lazy), and very human loving and almost overly social cat (she was so friendly I worried…

I’d say it’s more “fuck poor people forever”. That’s the underlying idea.