I adore babysitting all of my friends’ noisy stompy crazy children. But I don’t want any for myself. I think when you know you’ll never have that crazy permanently, you can enjoy it temporarily. The fact that you are picturing it in your own life may be what makes it so hard to tolerate.

I’m not a Broadway tunes fan, but I’m a Cady Cu-cu.... fan, so never be ashamed.

Kinja can be an unforgiving asshole sometimes. I mean, most of the time.

The only question is was it inadvertent or.... advertent.

Think about the Ethics in Journalism, Erin. For Pete’s sake.

Funny, the only cookies in my house are peanut butter ones I made with green butter. So my highness and cookieness are all rolled into one.

Sorry no one is jumping in. Count me in for the foursome.

Agreed.

Thank you and I’m so sorry about your father. We had notice about mine, and it still sucked, so I can’t imagine adding shock to grief.

It comes in waves for me too. And then if I don’t think about him for a bit, I feel bad for not feeling bad for a while (but I know that will pass). I had the weirdest dream the other night where he visited me, but no one could see him but me. In a dream, he wouldn’t even need to be a ghost, but he was. Shook me up…

I’m getting my John Corbett fix right now watching the United States of Tara. I’ve loved him so much since Northern Exposure.

I agree - this has been really loving thread.

But but but, what does GofG mean???

The Zandor above is part of The Herculoids.

Yep. And I feel the same way about food (so many issues with so much of it) and clothing and recyclable products and plastics and water and.... I feel like I’m constantly fucking something up. Ignorance is bliss in some ways (but just for the ignorant ones).

Or when any character is played by a non-skinny, non-busty, or non-traditionally-beautiful woman. Heaven forbid they should be subjected to that!

Yep. Zandor.

:)

I adore that idea! I live alone, so self-medicating with alcohol just isn’t worth the calories. (I’m a group drinker) But over-hydrating.... interesting. My skin and kidney would love me for that!

Darn you, now I’ll be a penny crier too.