Can you imagine?

Hunter S. Thompson

-and-

Dr. Gene Scott

Are now in the same place. Oh, to hear the discussion and name-calling that must be going on - can you imagine it?

A quick word on Thompson's passing, though.

You can be famous. Beloved by millions - needed desperately by the whole freaking world.

If you won't give yourself a break, value your own life or find a way through what bugs you - it won't matter.

It's an incredible responsiblity - and just as incredible a freedom.

You don't need to be famous to be happy; there's no safety in assuming you would be if you were.

And it only proves the old saw that many suicides are surrounded by people who loved them - they just couldn't sense it.

And oh, how we're going to miss him.

Can you imagine?

Hunter S. Thompson

-and-

Dr. Gene Scott

Are now in the same place. Oh, to hear the discussion and name-calling that must be going on - can you imagine it?

A quick word on Thompson's passing, though.

You can be famous. Beloved by millions - needed desperately by the whole freaking world.

If you won't give yourself a break, value your own life or find a way through what bugs you - it won't matter.

It's an incredible responsiblity - and just as incredible a freedom.

You don't need to be famous to be happy; there's no safety in assuming you would be if you were.

And it only proves the old saw that many suicides are surrounded by people who loved them - they just couldn't sense it.

And oh, how we're going to miss him.

Can you imagine?

Hunter S. Thompson

-and-

Dr. Gene Scott

Are now in the same place. Oh, to hear the discussion and name-calling that must be going on - can you imagine it?

A quick word on Thompson's passing, though.

You can be famous. Beloved by millions - needed desperately by the whole freaking world.

If you won't give yourself a break, value your own life or find a way through what bugs you - it won't matter.

It's an incredible responsiblity - and just as incredible a freedom.

You don't need to be famous to be happy; there's no safety in assuming you would be if you were.

And it only proves the old saw that many suicides are surrounded by people who loved them - they just couldn't sense it.

And oh, how we're going to miss him.

..

Uh, no.

I guess somebody caught the new BSG on Sci-Fi and thought Cartoon Network could follow suit.

Or something. I don't know what.

Ew. REAL ew.

..

Uh, no.

I guess somebody caught the new BSG on Sci-Fi and thought Cartoon Network could follow suit.

Or something. I don't know what.

Ew. REAL ew.

..

Uh, no.

I guess somebody caught the new BSG on Sci-Fi and thought Cartoon Network could follow suit.

Or something. I don't know what.

Ew. REAL ew.

BOOOORING

Mememememeooooow!

Ten things I've done that you likely have not (thank GOD):

* I've married every man I've had sex with.

* I've taken the GMAT twice; I've gotten a perfect score on the essay portion both times. (But because I suck at math, no grad school for me....)

* I've bottle-fed baby just about everything. With varying degrees of success.

* I lit a candle for Gene Roddenberry when he died in a cathedral in Switzerland. (Einsiedeln, if you want to know.)

* I've met Scott Bakula twice; the first time, he was wearing the dress.

* I've had three house fires. One of them was started by the smoke detector. I still have the business card from the bomb squad.

* I survived an encounter with a night light at age three which cost me 50% of my lower lip in a third-degree electrical burn. (I was also the kid who lost a toenail over drop-kicking a rock like a football, took mice away from the cat and ate garden snails...according to my Mom.)

* I still play with dolls. And train sets.

* I'm so loosely jointed, I can still bend fingers backward - and if I really wanted to and worked at it, I could likely still touch the back of my head with my feet like I did in high school. I can still clasp my wrists behind my back - the long way, one hand over the shoulder.

* I've worn cat's-eye glasses - they were what one wore in the early 60's. Pink and blue ones. *shudder*

BOOOORING

Mememememeooooow!

Ten things I've done that you likely have not (thank GOD):

* I've married every man I've had sex with.

* I've taken the GMAT twice; I've gotten a perfect score on the essay portion both times. (But because I suck at math, no grad school for me....)

* I've bottle-fed baby just about everything. With varying degrees of success.

* I lit a candle for Gene Roddenberry when he died in a cathedral in Switzerland. (Einsiedeln, if you want to know.)

* I've met Scott Bakula twice; the first time, he was wearing the dress.

* I've had three house fires. One of them was started by the smoke detector. I still have the business card from the bomb squad.

* I survived an encounter with a night light at age three which cost me 50% of my lower lip in a third-degree electrical burn. (I was also the kid who lost a toenail over drop-kicking a rock like a football, took mice away from the cat and ate garden snails...according to my Mom.)

* I still play with dolls. And train sets.

* I'm so loosely jointed, I can still bend fingers backward - and if I really wanted to and worked at it, I could likely still touch the back of my head with my feet like I did in high school. I can still clasp my wrists behind my back - the long way, one hand over the shoulder.

* I've worn cat's-eye glasses - they were what one wore in the early 60's. Pink and blue ones. *shudder*

BOOOORING

Mememememeooooow!

Ten things I've done that you likely have not (thank GOD):

* I've married every man I've had sex with.

* I've taken the GMAT twice; I've gotten a perfect score on the essay portion both times. (But because I suck at math, no grad school for me....)

* I've bottle-fed baby just about everything. With varying degrees of success.

* I lit a candle for Gene Roddenberry when he died in a cathedral in Switzerland. (Einsiedeln, if you want to know.)

* I've met Scott Bakula twice; the first time, he was wearing the dress.

* I've had three house fires. One of them was started by the smoke detector. I still have the business card from the bomb squad.

* I survived an encounter with a night light at age three which cost me 50% of my lower lip in a third-degree electrical burn. (I was also the kid who lost a toenail over drop-kicking a rock like a football, took mice away from the cat and ate garden snails...according to my Mom.)

* I still play with dolls. And train sets.

* I'm so loosely jointed, I can still bend fingers backward - and if I really wanted to and worked at it, I could likely still touch the back of my head with my feet like I did in high school. I can still clasp my wrists behind my back - the long way, one hand over the shoulder.

* I've worn cat's-eye glasses - they were what one wore in the early 60's. Pink and blue ones. *shudder*