There have been some amazing comments in this thread addressing the LW and her incredibly douchebaggy ex, so I won't touch on that, but:
To the man mentioned in Polly's response, who is struggling with chronic pain: I don't know if you have tried meditation and Buddhist psychology but please look into it. I have an amazing friend who suffers from some very severe chronic illnesses. She cannot work, and is often in pain; she has no pancreas, so her blood sugar is unregulated, and she must be very careful about eating. Some foods make her sick one day and then are okay the next; she never knows what her diet can be. She has found a lot of solace in Buddha's teaching about suffering and living with pain. A great book is "How to Be Sick" by Toni Bernhard. My friend often talks about how she had to learn to accept the pain and not resist it, to just observe it without stirring it up. It has helped her a great deal, and maybe it will help you.
Watch out Stevie or GRRM will sue you (or eat you); he pretty much hates all fan fiction.
This is truly horrifying. I hope that woman rots in prison.
Well written essay.
@jfruh I'm glad I am not going crazy. I saw a trailer where they spoiled it and I thought, "Wait, I thought that was a huge surprise in the book, or did I just completely not catch on quick enough?" I read the book like 10 years ago and couldn't remember if I had missed out. So good to know the trailer just blows it for everyone, instead of me being nuts.
Interesting piece, I enjoyed it and his blog.
"That 9/11 throw pillow—are you really going to put it on the couch? I would love to know what the companies thought. I think they intended this stuff to be used, but I don't think people are actually using it."
Yeah, I can tell you that my incredibly redneck, hardcore Republican relatives (who live in a small town on the Virginia-North Carolina border and who have all served in some form in the armed forces) have those pillows, and yes, they are on their couch. Along with 9/11 commemorative plates that you see on infomercials, a giant throw quilt with an image of the towers, and about a million prints of US flags and "Don't Tread on Me" icons. That's just their den.
But…Watson supposedly lived in the room "at the top of the stairs," above the den, which I guess by this logic is therefore 221C, which is never mentioned.
So…my conclusion…is pretty smutty.
Also I am in to that sort of thing, so I'll be ordering that post haste, what what. Or rather, I'll download a sample, see if it's interminable, and if I find it suitable, then I'll be ordering it post haste, what what,
Four stars. I laughed, I cried, I threw up a little in my mouth.
True fact. I worked at a newspaper for a few years, doing, among other things, obituaries, and was amazed at how many people died on the birthday.
Let's all have a happy one!
I'm devastated, truly. We read "All Summer in a Day" in sixth grade and I've never gotten over it.
My fave is "The Murderer" because it amazes me how something written nearly 60 years ago perfectly nails everything I hate about modern society. The noise! The silence! The wrist watches! You were a visionary, Mr. Bradbury, and I will miss you.
On "Ask a vertical-transportation-industry professional to recall an episode of an elevator in free fall...."
This is an excellent, excellent write-up of something similar that happened in a Houston hospital. Basically, a doctor was boarding an elevator when it suddenly took off, decapitating him. The article also illuminates how poor the regulation for elevators is -- they aren't really regularly inspected or maintained. Frightening!
(My scariest encounter: I was reading and not looking when I entered an elevator in my dorm once. The elevator had not rested evenly with the floor, so it was two feet lower than I was expecting. Hurt like hell, but at least I didn't get cut in half. Elevators is serious business.)