His and Her Circumstances (Kare Kano). Such a gently told manic love story.

Bang.

That’s not correct. My parents were early adopters and I remember there were newspaper articles when the first channel started showing ads.

…a newspaper is like a primitive early printed facebook.

In college, this came down to me finally crossing the bridge to being an adult, and agreeing with myself that the alarm would go off, and I would wake up. When I went to sleep, how distracted I was at night, and why and when I was getting up were all on me, but I had to get up to the alarm. It changed my thinking knowing no magical parent was going to force me to get up. I either went to the morning class, or failed the class.

Stop that kid from falling into Harambe’s enclosure by any means necessary.

Also there could be a cat in the oven, or in America, a cat with a gun.

My friends brought me adult diapers and canes and walkers, but then I ended up having a threesome with 2 of the girls who showed up at the party. Don’t knock 30, man.

DEA: “Oh nice, what address?”

You want this. Search for a commercial tv.

You’re making double, dole that money out, at least part of it. I recommend off the cuff giving COL raises and improving health care a bit - improving family benefits seems to go over well. Tell everyone you know they’re working harder, and you want to recognize this. People will propose new machinery that care about the job… build a case for it and show them where you see the numbers in the long term.

States are absolved of patent law, so I keep hoping the west coast will make a compact where each state makes a major drug for their state health care plans and they share across.

They’re on CDs, you just need some gumption

Brand?

I’d also check out the Willamette Valley pinot noir for a cheap light red.

I drink between $5 and $500 bottles, and while I will agree there is a distinct difference at the higher end, it doesn’t mean the $500 bottle will be better than a $20 bottle to the person drinking it. I humor the people that care about the price, but distinct notes of so-so music doesn’t spin my wheels.

I always bring a trench coat. Deep pockets, serves as a blanket, folds into a pillow.

…fuck them for science, I hope.

What kind of a bone headed idea is that?

Let me guess, red state?

So we need some form of sentient water hole to attack him?

Bamboo is a gift for everyone around you.