Exactly—and these guys have more reason to hide things that most other people.

Bloody hell, these poor women. I feel like people have a natural desire to find some reason to believe they knew, or at least that they ought to have known, because it's terrifying to think that you, that anybody, could live with somebody for so long, and under such intimate circumstances, without knowing something so…

Humiliation Scratcher and Mortifie Hicks are two of the best fucking names I've ever heard. God damn.

I need cream for my athlete's foot, but I'll leave the back door open for you. Pick up some fingerfood and come on over! Despite the itching, I'm feeling terribly gay today.

In my pants, Nurse Williams, Stat!

That. Is. Amazing. I have a fantastic mask this Halloween, but I'm going to have to get set up to have some sort of zombie party later this year so that I can do this. Seriously—amazing.

Okay, this isn't really a proper ghost story, but it still gives me the willies. When my Dad was a very little boy, whenever he got scared, he would cover up his mouth with his hands. He would get freaked out by funny things, like the sight of the full moon, or anything really awe-inspiring like that. Finally one day,…

I know, right? I so hope no permanent damage was done. What a way to start out, eh?

I've heard on CBC (just now, in fact) that her mother and grandmother were also found alive.

I would like to request Scottish terriers in Victorian or Edwardian garb on a train—please, please, please!

I know, right? The adorableness is blowing my mind.

Thanks for that! Well, it's nice to know that he's a good guy anyway, even though his politics are so depressing. Damn. So much disillusionment for a hungover Saturday morning!

Also, thanks for the link to the opinion piece: that was really enjoyable, in a wince-inducing way.

Oh, hell. Yeah, I'm not so bothered by the Touched by an Angel woman (I always bloody hated that show), but Miles O'Brien? I loved him so much. :(

Oh, no—Colm Meaney? You just broke a little piece of my heart. Why, Miles, why?

That puppy is so cute my head is going to explode. Seriously, this poor guy, but I was entirely distracted by the puppy who was just sitting there like "What's up, dude?"

STFU, I'm going as a plague doctor, too! Well, sort of—I couldn't find appropriate robes, so I'm going to wear a men's suit and a fedora with the mask. And then, with any luck, I shall freak people's shit right out.

Hey! Fellow Montrealer, high-five! My roommate and I communicate in French and English pretty much randomly (largely French, but there's always a little English sprinkled in, as she's trying to learn—I'm Anglo, but my family always spoke at least a little French as I was growing up, so it's easier for us to stick to…

I feel the need to point out that, while he didn't speak much of it, it sounded to me like his French sucked. While he said "dommage" about her not speaking it, I'm pretty sure his thinking was more along the lines of "Oh, thank god, I'm not busted". Although no, really, he probably doesn't have the self-awareness to…

Seriously. You don't even become a wizard until you're thirty.