He says it's a Maine Coon, and they are that big and even bigger sometimes. I recently went to a cat show for fun (I'm old-ish so that kind of thing is funny to me), and was shocked at how gigantic they were. I kind of want one, and I'm not a cat person at all.

Agreed, and I would like to add a personal anecdote: had a family member who was married to an old-time NFL player yeeeears ago who was prob among the first steroid users, a legitimately decent man who became so fucked up he raped his wife, my relative.

My bro is a phD program at suny there and finds it safest to roll with the Burmese drug dealers and pool hustlers at his local; everyone else is beyond fucked and completely lawless. And we're from the Buffalo of WA state, the most unsafe city of 2013 per crime statistics.

This bitch at my apt blows dirt and soot into our place on the second floor every week. Because that's all there is to blow and she still does it. OH what an asshole.

Did you know that Le Tigre worked with Christina Aguilera?

Speaking of pervy, someone's got to do it:

Reminds me of one of my favorites - my husband works in a place where they have free dinner for homeless teens and he tells me one girl has a tramp stamp that says "Fuck You, Pay Me". Holy Fucking Shit.

In my years of peculiar interest in that ficus plant of a girl, I have noticed she has across-the-board terrible taste in men. I'll bet he's 100x worse. But not as bad as Seth McFarlane. (wretching) Now, off to watch her reality show again. Fuck!

My dear departed grandmother was a faithful watcher of Dr. Beverly Hills (if I could have blocked it, I would have, believe me) and one day told my gay uncle she wanted implants. The kind without nipples.

I was surprised to find a circus performer in my family tree (a cousin of my grandfather) named Frances O'Connor - she was relatively wealthy and successful and appeared in the movie Freaks. I did not know such minor performers could make such good money!

NO cool Codys? WHAT? Though I never call him by his name, my husband is named Cody, and is, indeed, the coolest one of all. Gives zero fucks and shit talks like a 70 year old woman (with 70-year-old women). I could effuse but will restrain myself.

I go to Portland about once a month - if you're having business breakfast downtown, go to the Urban Farmer in the Nines for breakfast if you love meat. I had the best steak of my life there. There is a free bus to the Rose Garden/Zoo (I think it's the 84). The Portland Art museum is great and they have that Francis…

Follow any old fish recipe, but fold it up in parchment when you bake it and it always turns out next level better-than-perfect. It's remarkable.

I'm about to change your life: peanut butter and nectarines on toast.

A komo newscaster seriously just emphasized that it was double-extra-tragic since the students were so promising and probably have science or engineering degrees. Come ON ugh.

May have been staged beige/boring to avoid having to sell their stuff with the unit, though. On decorating I am with you wholeheartedly - give me Elsie de Wolfe or give me death!

More garments need to have ruffle-labia on the sleeves, for sure.

They discontinued a lavender bath salt that was a narcotic - I swear it said not to operate heavy machinery after taking a bath - and you would sleep like a baby lamb for 15 hours after using them.

I always feel like going on tirades to checkers about the tofutti (?) blintzes and banana waffles they discontinued years ago; my life is stupid and pointless without them.

I finally found that a fine-grade foot file at the end of a hot shower takes those goddamned bumps off. Seriously, try it out - it is a revelation.