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The other survivor I'm aware of is one who was most vocal immediately after the suicides - named Rio D'Angelo in the cult, birth name Richard Ford. I can't find much about him after 2012, though. I'm interested in cults, cranks, and kooks in general and have checked in every once in a while on the TELAH site -

When I came back to the U.S. last summer, I was dreading having to get my own cell phone, based largely on things like Gawker's coverage of what a horror show the phone, cable, Internet, etc., industries are. T-Mobile was therefore an amazing surprise - in and out of the store with exactly what we came in for, and

Somehow, I think this post makes them officially the Steve and Eydie of the new millennium.

The husband and I got married in DC two weeks after the DOMA decision; if it had a theme, it was "Oh, God, the amount of paperwork to start the green-card process is insane." Married by an officiant at her apartment (three-month wait for the courthouse option after SCOTUS), followed by dinner for eight a decent

Totally - I'm now standing at the kitchen sink and drinking water until I drop.

Is this some sort of code designed to circumvent the NSA's surveillance software?

Malificent should have been a John Waters movie, a tawdry cheapie with Mink Stole in the title role, some stunt casting (Teen Mom as Sleeping Beauty, Tan Mom as an ogre or something, and of course a plum small role for Patty Hearst), set in Baltimore but with some ridiculous cardboard sets thrown in , and some skeezy

Actually, its's been attributed to both. When it's about the Scottish Mary, the garden growing refers to her leadership of Scotland, the silver bells are those of Catholic cathedrals, the cockle shells refer to her possibly unfaithful husband (who of course came to a bad end), and the "pretty maids all in a row" are

Indeed she did; the chapter was headlined, simply, "My Marriage to Ernest Borgnine." There's some fun Merm-goss here...

My favorite along these lines has always been the contention that "Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary" is about Mary, Queen of Scots.

It's less unlikely than it is simply horrifying, but here's my favorite. If they were around today, would this happy couple by tabloidized as Mermnine or Ernel?

I suppose it's a matter of rights, but if not, the Telegraph showed remarkable restraint in not scoring the video to this...

The EAP at my job is one reason I'm alive and relatively well. About 7 years ago, I hit the wall, and after six months of sheer misery somehow pulled it together enough to get a referral through my company's program. Minimal talk therapy and a low-dose SSRI (yay, Prozac!) and within a couple of weeks the cloud

I love two books that together a sense of just how bizarre, fabulous, and doomed the Austro-Hungarian Empire was - A Nervous Splendor, by Otto Friedrich, and Thunder at Twilight, by Frederic Morton. The first sets the stage by exploring the politics and culture of the empire in the late nineteenth century, while the

You make me want to go home and cook, but more seriously you get All The Points for today for the Oz reference...

Seriously, if I was rich, I would hire someone to chop my vegetables...

Well, he sure started early with the plaid...

Always fab to be reminded of Leigh, even courtesy of a Katy-Perry-stage-costume faux scandal.

Thank God. I was afraid that I had secretly dropped into the ranks of just-this-side-of-Kallikak because we don't change the sheets daily. And what's that thing about pets? Because the Yorkie sleeps on top of the duvet, I'm supposed to change the sheets every freaking day?

You're nicer than I am. This is what it reminds me of: