It’s probably a little PTSD from all of the Halloween stores around right now.

Also, their first date was a Third Eye Blind concert.

Thanks, appreciate it. I’ve been taking some steps to look outside journalism and figured it’d be a little easier if there was some cross-over.

I love what newspaper journalism used to be. Now, I’d never go back, even if there were any jobs. My last newspaper job was a night cops gig, taken to keep the mortgage paid. It was the most miserable year of my adult life, dealing with the dregs of a county dominated by ghetto and trailer trash, crony politics, and…

Interesting. What’s the job title for something like that?

Amen. It sounds like the author of this piece was not given a full picture of her position before she accepted it, but newsroom burnout is for real, and people do not care because people hate journalists. I spent most of my 20s moving up the newsroom ladder (and watching my staff shrink and shrink and become more and…

Ahhh this sounds like such a common experience for people who work in media! I quit a glossy/high profile media job too, because it was destroying me and making me miserable, even though I was doing well at it, and ever since have been dealing with other people’s pity, annoyance, embarrassment (for me) and confusion…

I’m mostly just confused as to how someone who has written extensively online about working as a prostitute, is, in the middle of an article about shooting a porn film, being awfully judgey about her partner watching porn. So doing porn is okay and empowering for her, but it’s not okay for other women to perform or…

*checks Twitter*

But I am an awkward emotional wreck by nature

I really need to listen to the little voice that says: “Stop reading. Now. You read three sentences, you gave it a fair shot. You know this will not get better. Or go anywhere. And you have over-due library books that you actually like reading.”

They never took a doggie bag home and they never touched Golem Jesus’s meal.

Wow. I hope for that woman's sake she was drunk enough not to have to remember doing that. Not that she doesn't deserve to feel embarrassed. *shakes his head ruefully*

Okay. That's slightly better though still wildly inappropriate. At least she wasn't openly flaunting an affair.

My Jewish parents attended mass given at the Vatican by Pope John Paul II. I asked why, and my dad told me he was hungry and wanted the cracker.

I’ve never been to N.O. and I’m hoping to go in the fall, if I can before my flight home to meet my new niece/nephew so I’ll make sure to work it in if I can. :) Thanks so much!

No!? What was the church? I’ve never seen that in all the tons of churches, basilicas, monasteries, I’ve been too. Not even the Kennedy Presidential Library has that!

The ending about how they think you're weird just made me lose it. JFK stained glass windows and you're the weirdo?

My family originates from Irish peasant stock, which contributes to a somewhat no-nonsense attitude to death. When I was about six, my grandfather died in Ireland. Far-flung sons, daughters and their families gathered for the funeral.

My great uncle was a llama rancher for most of his life; never married, just ALL LLAMAS, ALL THE TIME.