You are the witty voice in my head that says everything I wish I would think.

I saw your earlier comment about Moe's firing. I've had my issues with Moe, but with fewer chemicals and a good editor (like, oh, Balk at Radar, like they was gonna...)

And yet, Tracie lives on. Check THIS out. Nauseating.

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My sympathies to your loved ones. The sucky economy is lurching this way as well....take care.

c'mon, leave a girl alone! yes, i am ine ... inebria ... drunk. you caught me. but really, a liveblog about TWO MEN AND A BABY, and then the hitchens' bash? i hadda say something. xo

Totally light and breezy. Not sure what you meant...

And on second glance, I didn't read the lede well enough, and should've known this came from an active Gawker reader. So I apologize again for being rather nastier than I should've been.

Hey... in the future... just email me if you have a message. ian@ianspiegelman.com... i never remember to check my messages here.

@PandoraSpocks: I meant I don't know how to post video on the main page, which is complicated. I know how to do it in the comments. Sure, post instructions. Thanks!

Not Private:
I love you dear.

Hi Sarah -- Thanks for the good thoughts. Its going to be a pretty grim week. The funeral is Saturday and its going to be massive. He was a cardiologist, but my local MD because we had known him so long -- me and about a thousand other people who trusted him implicitly. Hector was the kind of doctor who works 18 hours a day in 5 different offices, and some of us (myself included) are angry as well as sad because what the hell was he thinking, flying a plane at midnight -- in the rain no less? Paging the God of hubris...
Also, I wanted to make sure you know my name! Its Kim Callahan (Hedden). Kim.Hedden@hotmail.com -- in case I have trouble logging in or get banished! This morning I thought I was in a parallel universe. I tried to login and my old screen name came up and it said July 2007.

Just read the comment where you talked about your husband's colleague. How awful. Death and accidents all around. Chin up and hugs.