Even with no drinking involved, undressing is extremely common in cases of advanced hypothermia.

Hah, I just posted the same above. I get eyerolls from some friends about it but I still make them do it.

My friends and I have just expanded it to “text me when you get inside so I know you’re not dead in a ditch somehwere”. Some of them roll their eyes at me, but I still make them do it.

Aww, that’s wonderful. I got to see Phil once, solo, in an extremely tiny venue in Cambridge MA, which was wonderful. I would have loved to see Johnny solo. I’d still go to see any of them if they came around; I’ll have to check whether Phil is touring at all. I had JUST been thinking a couple of weeks prior to…

Best wishes for kicking breast cancer’s ass. I have one friend who got it in her 50s and has been in remission for over 10 years. And heck, I have a great-aunt who got it really young, back in the 1960s (when I shudder to think what the treatment was like), and she is still kicking today in her 80s. If anything, it’s…

FUCKING WHAT.

SAME.

That will always be the first thing I think of when I think of him. I love that movie in an unreasonable way, the whole cast is perfect, and he was wonderful in it.

There’s a reason I’m really glad I live in MA, where I can remain anonymous in the very unlikely event I ever become a huge lottery winner.

I actually love my current job a lot, though it has its frustrations (mostly to do with my boss’s bosses, not my actual unit; my unit is great). Yet, I would almost certainly leave this job if I won enough money that I was set for life. I’d still find some other job to do, but I would take pleasure in feeling free to…

Yeah, exactly. “A rising tide lifts all boats”. Also, personally, I’d just feel really really weird and uncomfortable if I had all this money, and my friends and family had no more than before. I’d at least want them to be basically comfortable and free from the usual financial worries.

I know it sounds self-serving to say it, but yeah, if I won a really ridiculously huge amount, one of the first things I’d do is spread it around amongst my family and friends. (There are also certain charities I know I would donate to.) Of course I would set myself up so I had a decent income for the rest of my…

This whole thing *is* a mindfuck, which is why I am weirdly fascinted by reading the articles and comments.

I’ve really only been following this by reading comments on these articles, so, grain of salt.

The other option to stomping is drowning. Bucket filled with water, drop mouse and glue trap in, use stick to keep it from floating for a short time.

Hello, necropost!

I have to admit, I have benefitted from having a worrywort mother. It just took one year of me trying to drive the horrible corridor from Boston to the Jersey shore (the train would have been no better, and fuck flying), for her to be completely understanding when I said, “Mom, it’s not worth it — see you for…

It’s really interesting where people draw the line. When I was growing up, my closest “aunts and uncles” were in fact my parents 3 sets of best friends, and we did everything with them (and their families) that you would expect to do with actual family (whom we did not, generally like; except the ones who had moved to…

We had the best time the year we fried the turkey. It was like 15 years ago but we still yearn for it.

There were several years where it was really only me and one or two friends, and we got really into seeking out restaurants that offered Thanksgiving meals. Living in the Boston area, Thanksgiving is a big deal — one of the years, we actually went to the dinner seating at Plimoth Plantation (the food was okay, but the…