my cousin's stb-ex drove his motorcycle into a wall to commit suicide

Failed, I'm assuming from the formation of the sentence. I have a cousin whose boyfriend tried to commit suicide by driving a car into a wall. It might even have been her car--memory fails me. Didn't work for him. She dumped him while he was in the ICU, but they ended up getting back together and even getting married. The marriage didn't last much past her moving to Europe a couple months after the wedding.

Which, really, is to distract you from the genesis of the whole thought process--just focus on the fact that my family is not right.

OMG y'all. Check out what I found in the grocery store last night: [lin

Whoah. ORGANIC batter in a can? That's crazy!

again, not my fault so I shouldn't feel this ill, the fault of something written 12 years ago and not touched since.

Thank god it's not your fault and hope it means continued employment is a guarantee?

Sometimes I think it would be better to pretend I didn't see it and let it be found out in the course of events (especially if it's something I got detoured by rather than what I was working on) but I just can't let things go.

AKA "Why I'm In QA"?

I had no idea the company had a "Look! Look at the cool and zany people who work here!" blog, but apparently they've been stalking me for months.

Hee. Now I'm wondering about their process, and what went through their heads and plan. "I hear there's this woman..." "ooh, do we just...call her up and ask? Should we watch her for a while?"

Sometimes I want to move to Seattle and work at the Evil Empire. But then, I realize that I have no skills that they would want

Move to Seattle anyway! I did!

Oh! I got some of that pancake batter in a can stuff, also! I don't really know why, but I think I'm going to like it.

Eta: Y'all! I did, like, five loads of laundry today and I folded and put them ALL away! That's a first in a long time. I don't even want a gold star for it, the laundry basket not silently reproaching me is reward enough.

No, actually, he was quite horrifically successful, in both the suicide and trauma to his family (totally not fair of me to cast it that way, but by god, the act and the way it played out was really traumatic. Sad as it is to say, I wish it'd been pills.) Bad grammar and construction on my part. He was stb-ex when it occurred.

Honestly, I'm not that close with the cousins affected. But the visceral reaction is pretty strong and not really fair or understanding.

Maybe it's not fair or understanding, but it's understandable.

FTR, Frontline started out OMG! but seems to be winding up Allyson's lesson.

-t, thanks. I don't really need the reassurance, it's just sobering to discover your own emotional judgments, and realize they don't line up with your idealistic/philosophical whatevers, you know?

I too am sort of dumbstruck by the Heath Ledger news. I'm also surprised that they reported the address and apartment number.

it's just sobering to discover your own emotional judgments, and realize they don't line up with your idealistic/philosophical whatevers, you know?

Yes, I do. Not something I ever like facing, but there it is, sometimes.

seems to be winding up Allyson's lesson

Maybe the tide is turning.

I don't think a visceral response to death is required, per se, but it's perfectly understandable when it happens.

I just put in two loads of laundry, ignoring the four or more loads that'll just have to wait until another day.

I spent my weekend petsitting and doing my laundry. Lots of laundry - 5 loads of clothing, a load of towels, two different loads of bedding.

And I have STILL more. This is build up for the year or two that my apartment building machines weren't working and I fell into the habit of doing everything by hand. . . and just hanging stuff up in the bathroom to dry and obviously, this is NOT a very effective way to do laundry.