Before we do our Featured Pet of the Day, one of our Featured Pets Emeritus, Toby, is in need of veterinary care, and we sure would appreciate it if you can help. This is Toby:
He is being very brave.
Today’s Featured Pets of the Day are Bean and Cookie:
Their human companion, Jenny, reports: “They are 2 year old sisters who look nothing alike, except for identical white markings on their noses--Cookie is huge, fluffy and gray; Bean is sleek, shiny and black.”
“Both have dog-like qualities: Cookie likes to stretch out on the kitchen floor to have her belly rubbed, and Bean's favorite game is playing fetch with a pick-up stick.”
“Because our house backs up to a wooded area, they are not allowed to go outside, so they spend most of their time on the window sills, sniffing the air and looking longingly at birds outside. Early every morning, they takes turns standing on my chest to alert me that they are hungry. We love them so much.”
We love them too. Thanks, Cookie & Bean & Jenny!
I read this amazing piece about how Jerry Lee Lewis almost certainly murdered his fourth wife a LOT, and now, so can you:
The killer was in his bedroom, behind the door of iron bars, as Sonny Daniels, the first ambulance man, moved down the long hall to the guest bedroom to check the report: “Unconscious party at the Jerry Lee Lewis residence.”
Lottie Jackson, the housekeeper, showed Sonny into a spotless room: Gauzy drapes filtered the noonday light; there was nothing on the tables, no clothes strewn about, no dust; just a body on the bed, turned away slightly toward the wall, with the covers drawn up to the neck. Sonny probed with his big, blunt fingers at a slender wrist: it was cold. “It’s Miz Lewis,” Lottie said. “I came in . . . I couldn’t wake her up . . . ” Sonny already had the covers back, his thick hand on the woman’s neck where the carotid pulse should be: The neck retained its body warmth, but no pulse. Now he bent his pink moon-face with its sandy fuzz of first beard over her pale lips: no breath. He checked the eyes. “Her eyes were all dilated. That’s an automatic sign that her brain has done died completely.”
The Teens Who Play Dead To Save Lives:
ON A HOT APRIL MORNING in Shingle Springs, California, volunteers inside a gym at Ponderosa High School are painting teenagers with fake blood. Others hold battery-powered fans a few inches from their faces to mess up their hair. A man dressed as the Grim Reaper peruses a folding table laden with peanut butter pretzels, gummy bears, and doughnuts.
Evan Chavez, an 18-year-old senior, and Ella Beezley, a 17-year-old junior, are waiting their turn at the makeup station. “I’m in the car with Alex—as the passenger—who’s the drunk driver,” explains Chavez, who has red hair and a matching beard. “And I get critically injured and helicoptered to the hospital.” Chavez is slated to lose an arm during the event. Soon, he says, it will be “bloody and black and blue and crushed, like it’s losing blood and starting to die.”
“I’m the passenger in the other car, and I get hit and die,” says Beezley, who will have a large head wound applied above her wide hazel eyes. “I’m dead on the scene.”
this moment in Fleabag s2, bc I feel precisely the same way about AA Milne:
When the Priest goes on to announce his love of Winnie-the-Pooh, it seems, at first, like the sort of random non sequitur that spills out of a person’s mouth when he’s a little tipsy. But this is another confession. “I can’t read a Winnie-the-Pooh quote without crying,” he says. “Fuck,” he adds “Piglet.” He puts his hand to his chest as though his heart can barely take the mere idea of Piglet, a gesture Fleabag mirrors. Whether he knows it or not, the Priest is explaining how much he values love and friendship. He’s telling Fleabag that whatever is going on between them means something to him.
One of our own, Marissa, is taking the bar exam next week, and asks for our good vibes. She would prefer good vibes to prayer, being an atheist, but says she won’t quibble. I am sending good vibes, to be respectful.
Dear How to Do It,
I hate the sounds my boyfriend makes during sex. Sorry to be blunt, but that really is the problem. (Both in our late 20s/early 30s, been dating for four months or so.) He just kind of whimpers as things start to get hot, particularly if I kiss him on the neck or elsewhere on his body, and he legitimately sounds like a small animal in pain. The strange thing is, he seems to realize these noises are unusual and off-putting—he constantly apologizes for making them, even midsex, but says he can’t help it; that’s just how he sounds when he feels good. I’m really turned on by him otherwise, but I can’t go on forever hearing the cries of injured wildlife when we’re getting it on. Is it possible to manually adjust the sounds one makes during sex? Should I ask him to?
—Injured
Dear Captain,
My husband (he / him / his) is extremely smart and good in his job, has a close relationship with his sister, and good at figuring out mechanical challenges (e.g., setting up a new type of tent) patiently and thoroughly.
But I can’t bear the constant criticism. He’s always miffed about something. It is many, simultaneous small things: being hot, not reading for fun anymore, allergies, my refusal to go surfing, my lack of passion for running, that I don’t plan trips/activities, that we don’t share hobbies, that we don’t spend enough time together, that he has to constantly alter his schedule for me, that I interrupt him to serve dinner when he is putting away laundry, that I asked him to hang out when he was clearly doing something, that I can’t travel with him for > one month each year, that I work too much (I have a 9-5), that I joined a support group for depression that meets too often, that I have anxiety, that I’m doing a spiritual retreat, that I got off of work early and asked him out to dinner, that everything house-related is his responsibility. Our worst fights seem to happen I am busy at work. All of these annoyances contribute to big blow-ups with 2-3 hours of fighting every other week. He’s miserable a lot – physically ill or annoyed at me, coworkers, management, our HOA, the driver in front of him. He doesn’t praise or enjoy. He manages his emotions through running or eating.
I’ve done much of what he’s asked – get a non-demanding job; buy a house; plan trips; ask him to spend time together, but the negativity doesn’t abate.
I bring up my challenges gently, but I can’t get a dialogue flowing. If I bring up an issue, he’ll deflect and change the subject. If I ask him a question, he’ll critique the premise of the question. If I persist and bring us back to the question, he’ll start criticizing me.
I am trying to be better (therapy, meditation, support group, reading, self-care) and take advantage of every resource I can find (podcasts, EAP talks about wellbeing, gym). What am I doing wrong (what’s wrong with me?)? How can I do better?
-What’s wrong with me?
yes you should fire him and yes it’s absolutely legal to:
Recently, my company hired someone that was extremely racist. He worked with me on his first day, where he dropped the N-word six times. I was shocked, and that night before bringing this up to my employer, I did a little social media sleuthing and saw a horrifying Twitter page full of xenophobic and racist tweets and posts. I brought this to my employer with screen shots of the posts and told them what he said with me during his first day and the next day they (his third day at the company) brought him in to a meeting with the company lawyer and president and fired him. (Yay.)
That is all straightforward, I believe. However, after speaking to a friend who is in entry level HR, she said we couldn’t simply fire him for being racist. Now, obviously our lawyer and HR rep disagreed with that because he was fired. But what say you? Are racist posts and hate speech enough to fire someone? She seems to think we should have put him on a PIP and waited for his racism to rear its ugly head at work before acting. I think at that point its too late and having a racist employee puts our employees of color at risk unnecessarily. I am proud of the way the company handled it, but she thinks we opened ourselves up to legal liability. She said his racism was apart of his “political opinion” and you can’t fire someone over their political opinion. But “racist” is hardly an political opinion, it’s hate speech.
So, I won’t ask if we were “wrong” to fire him, but could we have potentially opened ourselves up to legal issues by firing him based solely on racist tweets and his racist comments said to me directed at other people?
MUSIC VIDEOS:
partition
janelle:
the killers:
never leave your heart alone:
this is us:
mystery of love:
wilco:
Love you so much. Each of you. Desperately!
xoxoxoxox
n
Omg the reasons that spouse gives in defense of her husband......... "He can set up tents" WTF
My god, Jerry Lee Lewis was SUCH TRASH. I remember when the movie Great Balls of Fire came out and I was like...”his cousin was HOW old?!” Total predator and abuser. I can’t listen to his music any more. Also he was a cousin of Jimmy Swaggart, the televangelist.