my first thought was "oh no. teenage boy zombie with a love interest? PLEASE PLEASE DON'T let this go down the 'accidentally masturbates off his penis' route of I, Zombie!"

she did disclose that the previous owners had died there, and as of last week's episode, I'm starting to wonder if the agent herself is ghost/involved somehow, so I doubt the laws would make much difference.

I have a lucky bamboo (I guess? it was in a tiny vase at the grocery store with that gooey florist stuff inside.) I really loved the color of the vase so I figured I'd give it a shot. I currently live in a small basement apartment, and I constantly forget to water the thing (every so often I just add some water to it…

oh gosh. of course the 4-year old is the one to discover them! stupid ghosts have no shame.

she's had a few songs written about her (sort of): Against Me! - "From Her Lips to God's Ears" (which I loooove), and a totally ridiculous satirical song called "Condoleeza, Check My Posse" by Majestic Twelve are the two that come to mind.

agreed. I want to correct EVERYTHING. Stephen Fanuka is a Roman gladiator or some shit, but DECIDEDLY NOT a medieval knight! (teehee fixes NOTHING) and Lori Levine is so NOT Xena it's not even funny. but seriously. Slash? Gremlins? these went unrecognized without the editor's help??? I could also complain that Austin…

this part "The gay man, molested by his uncle as a child, chose to have sex and contract HIV. The teen girl chose to get drugged at a rave, raped, and become pregnant." is the sickest part of all of it to me. how does anyone truly believe people CHOOSE molestation, contracting a disease, rape, etc? and how DARE anyone…

LOVE IT. the first thing that comes to mind is the "bun in the oven" thing, but a baby in the oven seems distasteful...somehow. (oh but really, maybe holding it in oven mitts.)

I stand by my claim that anyone who utters the phrase "look it up" in any argument or debate or discussion is flat-out wrong. every time. I've known people to say "I can't remember where I read it" or "if you google '____'" who are totally trustworthy, but when they say "_____, look it up!" they're just manipulating…

just based on what they brought up in the article, Joe's comment struck me as the only satirical part of it.

yup, a comment upthread reminded me about her. my grandmother and I are convinced her cat is still around (I haven't felt her in years though. I should ask my gma if she ever does)

my grandmother has a ghost cat! I haven't felt her in years, but I lived at her house one summer, and myself, my grandmother, and a friend of mine who was staying with me had moments where we'd think a cat was in the room and then remember there was no cat. I think it was her old cat Deka who had passed away. It was…

I can't even remember which I was on at the time - I tried a handful of different meds in different combinations, but never tried effexor. It may have been a combination of zoloft and something else. I know she gave me small doses of clonazepam to take only at the worst anxiety moments. shut me right down. ugh I'm…

I have to say, I'm sort of strangely comforted by a lot of these stories. the sleep paralysis explanation, especially. when I was in college, I spent a good deal of time working with therapists/psychiatrists/psychologists, trying different anti-depressants and combinations of medication. I was dealing with a mix of…

"an old pamphlet about haunting a house"? did it look like this?

I've been reading a lot of comments about sleep paralysis, and I'm suddenly realizing that is what happened to me once in college. I thought it was part of my possible anxiety disorder, but I was on anti-depressants at the time. it's the only time I distinctly remember it happening, so I wonder if that's the case!

when I was a kid, my family had plans to visit my grandfather in the nursing home (he had Alzheimer's) and I woke up that morning refusing to go, but I couldn't stop crying about it. when we arrived at my grandmother's for everyone to meet up, we learned he'd passed. I still feel like he knew I wasn't coming to see…

my grandmother had an experience where her favorite aunt, who had been in the hospital or a nursing home came to her in a dream. she went to visit her the next day, sat by her side, and told her it was okay to go. and she did. she died that day or the next day.

when I was a kid, I spent a lot of my summer at my grandmother's house. some of my cousins lived in the same town, everyone was very close. my cousin and I used to ride our bikes around and basically make up stories and games and things. kid stuff. we were especially drawn to one house in particular, just down the…

I think I prefer the Barbie one the best. It takes that symbolic image of body "perfection" and then adds all the things you'd never want to take away, it brings you back to a focus on a life well-led. which is similarly why I don't like the corpse one. it's not motivating or inspiring or loving to me, only depressing.