Okay, now I'm crying again!!!!

But the game is over! Now I have to wait 'til next year to read a book!

And thank you for the tips!

Um I don't do any* of those things.

The music and the way they sat so sweetly before they were picked up and the OVER THE SHOULDER shots!

I just recovered from my Puppy Bowl tears. Yes, I cried because the puppies found homes. And now THIS!!!

Well, good for her and good for you! I contour like a three year old with a sharpie so I will never judge and may have to do some investigating.

Charting new territories in contouring! You've captured her, body and soul. But does she even know how to do the contouring herself?

Right now and retroactively! Come on, get with it!

Did I just see a pig fly by my window?

I am so, so, so sorry. I lost my father after he suffered through a very brief illness when I was eighteen, and it was devastating. I don't remember what I was like three weeks after the fact; I was surviving in a sad cloud for such a long time. I don't know that your friends/family could be saying or doing anything…

"A different definition of tragedy"? Who is he, Aristotle? UNGH.

When I first started taking my dogs, I brought them there and wandered around the perimeter with them on a leash. It's a good way to get the lay of the land and see how they and the other dogs act.

I do get what you are saying and intellectually understand that horrible people can create beautiful works. It's a recurring theme — the cranky/curmudgeonly/disturbed/"something's very wrong with him or her" genius. We've been through this before. Maybe if Woody Allen's films fell from the sky and I watched them…

Thanks, I would probably read it today with a different frame of mind than I did then. Part of me wants to re-examine it, but I also know there's way more productive ways to spend my time.

May I ask why you say this? Was it an unsympathetic portrayal, inaccurate...I read it when it first came out, and I don't remember feeling strongly about it. I didn't know a lot about Monroe at the time.

I'd never read her tweets before.

She was abused; he was an abuser — same thing, I guess? The thing that is even more amazing is that Oates wrote a book based on her life!

I see what you mean, and I'd probably keep it to myself as well — and I guess I wish she had, too.

The Woody Allen one — but the PSH one was also ridiculously wrong. Lemme try to fix link.