schweet. thanks.

[makes mental note to pick up beer on the way home]

You can bet yer ass I'm gonna have a beer tonight, after this depressing day. After that, I'm gonna have another one.
Some dude just jumped off the Empire State Building. Have one on him.

you're depressed, he's dead and I'm antsy. Stir crazy has set in and there's only so many reruns of the Addams Family a man can watch. If it was just a bit warmer I could at least hang out on the porch, but no dice.

blech, "body parts are scattered along the street". thanks, hellbient.

Can't wait to get home. Got a bunch of DVD's to catch up on, beers to gulp and internetin' to do.

People were telling me about the body parts. I didn't see anything though. Just a bunch of idiots staring up at a building.
And he was a lawyer - surely he knew it was illegal.

I'm so sorry.

He would have had to smash out a window, wouldn't he?

anytime I hear of ppl jumping out of buildings I imagine the start of The Hudsucker Proxy. Which is wrong, because then suicide is making me smile.

Oh, or maybe the scene where Angel goes into Wolfram and Hart and kicks the vampire out the window.

You're a scientist - you're supposed to have a cold, analytical heart.

So you're saying I shouldn't be cuddling and kissing my lab rats? Because I totally do.

Jumping from a tall building is potential homicide, and thus a bad way to do it. Not that there's a good way, or that I'm some kinda expert, but, well, forget it. Dude shoulda listened to more Al Jarreau.

Maybe this will cheer you guys up:

I went to a bookstore yesterday and got a bunch of records:

Sam Cooke - Live at the Harlem Club

The Zombies - Odessey & Oracle

Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band - 'Live' Bullet

Curtis Mayfield - Curtis/Live! (check out the review; Jon Landau is full of shit!)

Jackson Browne - Running on Empty (the title track was recorded at Merriweather Post Pavilion in Columbia, MD, a few minutes' walk from my childhood home; I was five when it was recorded, and though I don't remember it, I bet I heard it. We used to hear all the concerts back then, before they had reasonable noise regs. Also, "The Road" was recorded in a room at the Cross Keys Inn. I had my first ever bartender-served hard liquor at their lounge when I was thirteen or fourteen)

I:cube - [I don't know what the record is called, maybe "3." It has a green and white cover and I actually didn't buy it at the bookstore, but at Etherea in the East Village.]

I also picked up Robert Graves' Claudius the God and his Wife Messalina, François Rabelais' Gargantua and Pantagruel, Aleksandr Afanasev's Russian Fairy Tales, and Carlo Emilio Gadda's That Awful Mess on the Via Merulana.

So I've got my listening and reading cut out for me. Rock!

Above the story of the suicide is an ad for an 'EXCLUSIVE SCREENSAVER PACKAGE!' If he had only seen it, he might not have jumped.

I narrowly missed seeing one of the university regents at Michigan jump from the bell tower on campus. The ambulance was still there and someone had spread sand over the blood. That was only eight or so stories though.

My big fear with jumping would be changing my mind on the way down. That would suck.

So you're saying I shouldn't be cuddling and kissing my lab rats? Because I totally do.

as long as you do the same for both the experimental and control groups, 'pode : )

(that's quite a haul, hugh, by the by... enjoy!)