Re: Ennui
 

I agree with pretty much everything you said. But that last part, I'm not sure.

Industry may be a temporary antidote to despair. But it's not a cure. (Is "temporary antidote" redundant?) My father worked 7 days a week, usually 10 hours a day or more. At work, he was happy, jolly almost -- it was eye-opening, in a scary way, for me to go to the hospitals where he worked and see the way the nurses and other doctors treated him, like he was this happy, wonderful guy. And at home, he was a nightmare -- would get mad, often violently, at the drop of a hat. Was sullen. Could never have a conversation with his kids, or even really with my mom, about anything.

Once he retired, he was bored and miserable. The nastiness just took over. If it weren't for the onset of a little senility, which really helped take the edge off him, who knows what would've happened.

So, yeah -- industry, or "keeping busy," may put off despair. But I'm not sure that's a path to happiness.

Re: Ennui
 

I thought he effectively dumped her, just for awhile, but it was his decision.

Re: Welcome back E/O, leagl and Fringey: no one say the name "Penske" 3 times in a ro
 

Screw the depression talk. Cool goal, especially for a 9 year old.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CiYv6R3OOc

Re: Welcome back E/O, leagl and Fringey: no one say the name "Penske" 3 times in a ro
 

DEXTER QUESTION-








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My wife feels his victims this year aren't bad enough to get him going. The guy who got out because of Dexter being tired just killed one, and this week's cop was done killing, not a serial killer at all.

I remember a teen from season 1 who wasn't so bad but got it. Other than that they victims do seem to have done more kills before they hit his radar. Has he overfished his pond, and needs to take smaller ones now?

CSI--Art Gallery
 

Aww, c'mon. Can't she have a little archistic license?

CDF

Re: Welcome back E/O, leagl and Fringey: no one say the name "Penske" 3 times in a ro
 

2. Depression bores me. Go to therapy. get medication. self medicate. cut. go pee your diapers. just do what it takes.

whatever.

Post-Mortems Are Death, Onto the Dating Talk
 

Seriously, you try distilling down the complicated end of a complicated year-long relationship down into a series of FB posts . . . sheesh. And we still have to deal with each other since we are working on a philanthropic thing together, we work out together, and I am working with him on something for his business.

I would much rather talk about my new thing with the Chimney Sweep. I am trying to figure out how to integrate a new man into my life, while being really anxious about doing something wrong. I hate dating.

Then we also have the tech guru who is still wooing me, despite the fact we went out on a shitty first date before I started dating the artist formerly known as the luckiest man alive. I am his stand-in date for certain things and he's great, but he's trying too hard right now.

My dance card is full and I am seeing the artist formerly known as the luckiest man alive for dinner on Thursday, so we can fight in person. Yay.

Blow, Gabriel, blow
 

Isn't the next step to get Saved By Jesus?

CDF

Re: Calling Hollywood.
 

But I specifically want Alton and the Mythbusters gang because I think they'd have good chemistry.

Re: Blow, Gabriel, blow
 

If he is lucky.

Re: Post-Mortems Are Death, Onto the Dating Talk
 

Sorry, got no poetry for a tech guru.

Chimney Sweep, however, has possibilities.

But, so, the crush is no more? Damn, I didn't mean to screw up so quickly. Hank, you got one of those sad smilies?

Re: Blow, Gabriel, blow
 

Definitely.

Re: Blow, Gabriel, blow
 

Look, girl, you take him to services. I don't want to get stuck in a Mass with the guy.

Re: Post-Mortems Are Death, Onto the Dating Talk
 

Crush is still in effect. Did I leave you off my dance card, darling?

Re: Post-Mortems Are Death, Onto the Dating Talk
 

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