I’ve heard some people say tuxedo cats are usually smart. All I can tell you for sure is that this one was a heck of a lot smarter than our dingbat tabby. Jinx (the tuxedo) would figure out how to do something - get water from the water cooler, open the cabinet under the kitchen sink, knock over a food dish that…

That’s how my old roommate came across her cat. Someone tossed a bag out of a car and into the gutter, and my roommate pulled over to investigate. She found a filthy little tuxedo kitten missing half her whiskers. That cat grew up to be the pickiest, smartest, most self-assured critter I’ve ever known, and my roommate…

45 next month and blissfully kid-less here, too! *glass clink*

I haven’t had a chance to read this bill yet, but I’m familiar with some of the local laws it seems to be based on. The ones I’ve looked at work like this:

Three years ago, I left a job I’d initially loved because it was threatening my mental health.

There are some good people, but they tend to be outweighed by the people who get a tiny bit of power and go nuts with it. The industry is incredibly hierarchical, and the assholes know it. And there are few things worse - in any industry - than a self-important middle manager who thinks he’s untouchable.

I figure that 18% is the usual “yes to whatever” quotient.

All the “evil eye” stuff sounds like my late Russian Jewish great-aunts with their kinehoras.

I have that saved on my DVR and watch it when I need a break from outrage.

I’ve had that same reaction at IMAX movies. In real life I’m not particularly prone to motion sickness, but for some reason large-format movies with shaky camera work make me queasy and give me tension headaches.

A friend of mine was doing it, and she referred me when they were looking for new writers.

The most important thing is to remember that you’re telling your story. You don’t need to start telling it from your first memory or anything - but you’re the only you out there. Tell people what that means!

An observation from 15 years of involvement with dating sites: If you’re looking for a relationship, don’t go with a free site.

I live in Los Angeles, and I get the same thing from my relatives in the northeastern US for the same reason.

If you’re going to implode, implode big and with sparklers.

I hated being a teenager. HATED it. Hated the lack of real power, hated being patronized when I wrote something good (“I can’t believe a high school student wrote that!” never felt like a compliment), hated how people made up their mind about me and I was stuck with that perception, hated how sometimes I would be…

I’ve been having that recurring dream since my last year of college - which was, uh, a long time ago. I tie it to a quarter where I had to drop an independent study halfway through for health reasons, and then a week in my final quarter where I was so exhausted from finishing my thesis that I slept through a morning…

It’s possible there was another London season I’m missing, but I’m talking about Season 4, which aired in 1995. Seattle was two seasons and years later.

A good friend of mine went through the casting process for the London season (so, fourth season). She was in the final mix for the cast before she withdrew.

What is this, like the seventh shoe to drop? Are the Trumps and their associates arachnids or something?