This is encouraging. And there's just the tiniest part of me that wants one of the more ridiculous GamerGate frothers to post threats against her. *That* would get FBI attention in a hurry.

Dammit, I was drinking when I read that!

I need this on a coffee mug, right freakin' now.

God, yes. I curse him every time I cross Hamilton Avenue.

I know you get this all the time, but thank you so much for BCO. I think it might be better than therapy.

Oh, god. I'm gonna watch, but I don't know if I'll be able to look.

Ham is consistently pink, and also salty-sweet. It's okay, although I definitely prefer that it be spiral-cut (so it's "clean"—my brain is weird) and preferably moderately burned, so it's got that dry, crumbly, carmelized thing going on.

Oh, god . . . I'm about to become That Person on BCO. (And that's not even the worst of what I'm about to say!)

*sigh*

This. And trefoils should be relegated to the bottom of the cookie tree.

I tend to lean into it pre-coffee, myself.

walk like Frankenstein with arms outstretched in front of you

Out of the scope of this particular article, but I would love some hints on my problem . . .

Oh, lovely. So it really is a marathon. Any tips?

That *is* good news—that's the brand I use! I can do the sublinguals as long as they're NOT the cherry ones, which make me immediately ill.

This. I mean, it even would have made sense if they'd found the brand "Tranquil Experiences Organic Farms All-Natural Restorative and Supplement Pills", carried by Walmart, Target, etc, to be nothing but alfalfa. That's just a bunk brand in an already suspect field.

That's actually my fear. My doctor has me on daily doses of both of these, but I just buy them from the store—they're not prescription form.

I can only apologize, because it has become clear to me that *my* mother in Georgia is probably also calling you. (Not sure how she's got time to do that between the frantic calls to me.)

Randomly replying to an old comment (working on some New Year financial goal-setting), but I was reading this article today, and then saw your comment.

OMG. I have friends—dear friends—to whom this applies perfectly. If I break out laughing next time I see them, I'm blaming you.