My family moved countries when I was 1, 4, 12, and 18. It just seems like the thing to do now. I have never had a need for the sort of security that mac must be craving right now, and my heart breaks for him and every kid that needs it.

So twitter tells me there's been another oil explosion in the Gulf?

MSNBC:

BREAKING NEWS: One per missing after rig explosion south of Grand Isle, La., Coast Guard says

No article yet.

An oil rig has exploded 80 miles off the coast of Louisiana, with 12 people overboard and one missing, the Coast Guard said Thursday morning.

Rescue attempts are underway for at least 12 people, Coast Guard spokesman John Edwards told CNN. 13 people were on board the rig total, Edwards said, noting 12 have been accounted for, but one person was missing.

The accident took place 80 miles off the coast of Louisiana on the Vermilion Oil rig 380, which is owned by Houston-based Mariner Energy.

From CNN.

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eta: My boss found something that said this is "not an active well."

My boss found something that said this is "not an active well."

That would be a blessing, if true.

I can think of a whole lot of replies to that, but none are workplace appropriate.

Or appropriate for someone else's blog! I still haven't answered.

Bullies - I got bullied a lot in elementary school. I was the only geeky smart kid in the whole county, apparently. The worst was when an older boy pushed me down the stairs. There were only three steps, but still, I had my right arm in a cast (broken when I got thrown from a horse) and I landed on that arm and jarred the healing bone. I remember bursting into tears in the doctor's office when he told me I'd have to wear the cast for another five weeks. The bone still didn't heal right. I don't think the boy even got yelled at.

Man, I fucking hated school.

I don't think the boy even got yelled at.

Figures.

These days, schools are better at combating bullying, right?

Fucking a on the well explosion.

Zenkitty, nothing like mansplaining to make you see red.

Shortly after I moved, a boy stuck a sign on my back that said, "I can't help it if my butt smells." I didn't notice until I got back to class and had it pointed out to me. Little wanker.

These days, schools are better at combating bullying, right?

They're supposed to be. Doesn't always work. There are at least things that they're supposed to be doing, though, and a lot of schools have various programs in place. They don't always work, but at least they show that someone is trying to do something.

There weren't too many bullies in my school, as I recall. I remember talking smack to the one notable one as a freshman (perhaps risky, as he later did time for knifing someone, but it seemed to establish me as not a good target to pick on from the start) and never had trouble otherwise. We didn't really have the jock bullies/mean cheerleaders running the school dynamic either; most people just got along.