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Ugh, yeah, it happens. Apparently one neurologist I saw, who had been practicing or years, had never heard of a migraine aura, before meeting me. I mean, what the fuck?

I'm a neophyte in the cat world, but I mean it with all my heart: I'm sorry, Carl.

My plan is to trade my Ultra Thin in for a Chocolate 1931. I'm not sure when that will happen.

I mean, that's one way to go.

I think you have a '67-or-so Speedy to buy first.

Nice! I adore mine. If you are interested in a Horween Shell strap for it, I'd be happy to put you in touch with my strap guy. I wear it on the black croc strap at formal events, but I find the Shell strap to make it an anytime watch. A rather rakish anytime watch. Anyway, congrats!

Thanks guys. Well, I met somebody a while back, she asked me to marry her, and I said yes. She's too young and too good for me by half. And I do hope that this one sticks. Thanks, and awesome: good luck, Steve!

I told my mother that I'm getting married on November 15th. It's a strange situation, due to custody, but if I felt right telling my mother, it certainly felt right telling any HC'ers who still give a shit about me, as long as they don't talk about it on FaceBook, or whatever (why would you talk about some guy, right?) about it.

Try listening to the Ramones: you would be choosing between drums or guitars, on the earlier stuff!

That is one tired looking doggie.

Happy birthday, Peter.

They absolutely are.

"some kind of conniption fit" -- around 3am? I call that the "midnight nutties". Most cats do that." "around 3am" wouldn't be entirely incorrect. I'm learning something about cats everyday. The "love-bites" made me a bit nervous, at first, but apparently cats do that when they are overstimulated, even if they are just laying on you purring while you pet them, so I learned that, too I think I'm now a cat-person, honestly.

Oh, I am. It was an emergency adoption caused by an asshole being an asshole out of spite, and cats not having a place to go. I'm getting used to them, though one of the cats (the mostly-black one) had some kind of conniption fit, and kept me up last night for hours. The mostly-white one seems to have been embarrassed by the whole thing: This was after mostly-black one calmed down, but before I went back to bed. I've gotten used to having them around.

Mostly-white cat performs ridiculous dance for several minutes while playing with newly found twist-tie. Jacob takes twist-tie, thinking that it's a choking hazard (Jacob knows very little about cats). Mostly-white cat makes pathetic mewling sounds. Jacob returns twist-tie. Mostly-white cat performs ridiculous dance for three seconds, then decides that magically appearing-and-disappearing twist-tie is fickle, and thus not deserving of respect. Mostly-white cat proceeds to ignore twist-tie, forever after. Jacob looks to computer to type post about cats. Mostly-white cat is replaced by mostly-black cat, in the meantime. This is Jacob's life, now, because Jacob now has cats.

Happy birthday, Vicki!

To let more sub-bass through.

I didn't even know that was a thing, but it sounds amazing.

Ohio isn't burning down, but Wednesday was one of the worst days I've ever experienced. I've had some pretty bad days. I'm kind of in awe that I've grown enough to not be a complete and total wreck. I'm not even drinking my way out (I wish I were). I hope the Cali crew starts having better luck.

Why did he only own it for about half an hour?

Trump probably had a dry turkey sandwich and made the decision to ban Turkey forever.

Get a demo of the separately, and then combine your memories.

I became officially non-single, again, today. I had been worried that I wouldn't have somebody to go to my favorite pumpkin patch (the one next to the semi-abandoned amusement park, which is perfect for Halloween) with. Once again, I prove that I can talk nearly anybody into anything, even semi-abandoned amusement park adjacent pumpkin pickings. I'm very happy. Oh, wow: I just realized that I'm primarily vegan. Wow.

Happy birthday, Wayne!

Happy birthday!