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I went back to college late, so my group projects (business school) took place when I was pushing thirty and the rest of the group were 20 year olds. I worked full time and really had limited time for screwing around, and I could not be on campus frequently during 9-5, so when I was it infuriated me when we got

“The Dementia Years”.

Manx kitties are the best.

Can I just say, how weird it is that Norm MacDonald is doing commercials for KFC? “The last dangerous” comic on SNL (per Tina Fey). Shilling for shitty chicken in hokey ads?

I actually had my cat’s genetic material banked 14 years ago for such an eventuality. I was really attached to that cat (I’d had her for 20+ years and she was the smartest animal I’ve ever known) and knowing I was maybe, someday, going to be able to go forward with it made me feel a tiny bit better at the time. I just

I sincerely believe that backlash again Proposition 8, funded to the tune of $22M by the Mormon Church, is what led to the Obergefell decision. We would have got there eventually, but Prop 8 lit the gas.

Given the pace of injuries this year, Jake Locker was very wise to retire. He’d have been dead by now.

Rogue Dead Guy. Bummed about the new ‘hood — no trick or treaters. I’m all the way at the bottom of the hill by the busy road, and my stupid porch light is motion-activated only, which I assume means no one wants to come down to the dark house on the off chance. I was PREPARED with lots of candy and halloween colored

A former male co-worker was proposed to by his girlfriend. I don’t remember all the details, but she somehow found something to associate with each word of “will you marry me” and presented them to him as gifts. “Will” was a puppy named Will!

I will teach everyone to play pinochle.

I hate everyone. Except the beer guy at the rat-themed park.

I just can’t get past how very, very much this kitten needs to come live at my house.

I think it’s closer to “Lady Bountiful”.

Shut your mouth re pickled herring, the food of the gods!

My brother taught driver’s ed in the 70’s. He had as students a couple of brothers that had recently immigrated as refugees from China or Vietnam — anyway someplace where they hadn’t had an opportunity to ever drive a car or even really to ride in one. They also spoke very poor English. They were named Ernest and

The best I could do was to keep a written log of every transaction personally, but if I forgot something or made a math error, I was screwed.

If the Mustang wanted to exit, he probably shouldn’t have been in the furthest-left lane (but for the HOV) when it was coming up so quickly. He was assuming he could get around the slower truck to his right, ahead of everyone, and get all the way over and exit — a maneuver every one of us has performed (well, I have).

Dude, Paul was RIGHT THERE.