He’s 46 (my age), so I’m sure recuperation breaks are built into the proceedings. In fact, that could be why it’s so long: It’s not one 72-hour party as much as it is a bunch of three-hour parties interspersed with snack and nap breaks, although by “nap,” I actually mean “leave me the fuck alone in silence in a dark…

He can’t run for his life. He’s already dead.

Not the case. The ex didn’t live there (that’s why he was picking the kid up: for a visit) and had actually filed for divorce a couple of months earlier.

I think my bosses are very deliberately keeping my name away from the big IT people, so that gives me a little peace of mind. The whole thing is starting to feel like a situation where there’s a big gaping security hole that I accidentally found, but I have no clue where it is.

I’m at the point where if they can figure out what I did, I’ll accept that I did something wrong. But, yeah, there is no way in hell I will agree it was deliberate, and I think the fact that I started cussing and immediately started yelling for my boss and our group’s IT guy the second I realized something bad was…

Holy crap, gang, I did *something* at work on Tuesday that accidentally broke a database so spectacularly that no one believes I could have done it. Or at least I coincidentally just happened to see the screens stating it was happening when it was happening. The tech people insist that it was something you had to…

Notably for the purpose of understanding the source of rage in this custody battle, she’s also in Gotham — where she met the dude who plays Detective (and future Commissioner) Jim Gordon. They’re dating in real life, which the ex discovered one day when he went to pick up their kid and found Detective Jim hanging out,…

And even if there ends up being an injunction or a publication ban, as soon as someone who gives zero fucks about that ban gets their hands on a copy, no amount of legal wrangling will get those worms back in the can. Someone *will* scan it, and copies *will* be available forever.  

I remember that some shit went down between them when she was doing her Apprentice series, but I can’t remember any details aside from being firmly Team Martha.

Yay, beauty thread! Last year on New Year’s Eve, I did a fairly hardcore lipstick purge, and I think it’s going to be an annual tradition now. I cannot resist new lipstick, and I already have my eye on the new Sephora Give Me Some New Lip set since it has the Fenty shade that is absolutely *screaming* my name, so I…

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say my vagina would suggest not.

Dolly Parton was trending on social media one day. I had a moment of panic, but it turned out that it was her birthday, and the posts were wishing her a happy day.

My birthday is just a few weeks away, and I promised myself when this line dropped that I would get the copper highlighter duo for my birthday. As soon as the 2018 birthday gift shows up on my Sephora app, I’m getting it! And also that new lip set that has Candy Venom. And maybe that set with one of the peach…

Well... This was a city that had just had the huge WTO riots that had basically shut down the entire area for about a week less than a month earlier (one of my friends was *still* trying to get the tear gas — that had seeped into her apartment because she lived about a block away from where it was all going down — out…

You just took me back to NYE 1999. I was living in Seattle a time the time, and there was supposed to be a big celebration at the Space Needle because MILLENNIUM!!1!!1!11!!! Planning had been going on for two years. It was going to be *huge*. But then it was canceled two days before it happened because it turned out…

Other amateur hour nights: St. Patrick’s Day, Madri Gras, and Cinco de Mayo. I’m a hermit by nature, so I look for any reason to not go out, but these nights in particular are automatic hard nos for me. I’m in bed by 10pm every night nowadays (I have to get up at 5am for work) anyway. I won’t be in any sort of mood to…

My seventysomething aunt has a name very, *very* close to this name thanks to marriage. When I saw Lindy Lou’s name in the first news article that popped up, I did a double-take.

I think you’re talking about this guy, so different person:

Only my coworkers. Mom is dead, Dad takes off for parts unknown for months on end, not really on good terms with my brother, don’t really have friends. I’m pretty much a hermit. I regularly go weeks if not months on end without talking to anyone I don’t have a work relationship with (I’m including people who work in…

My cousin wore a Canadian tuxedo to our grandmother’s funeral. He was a pallbearer. His brother wore a Strip City (a combined reference to a nickname for Portland and the very large number of strip clubs we have here) t-shirt under his sweater. My family is all class, all the time.