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Today is Pungenday, day 59 in the season of Bureaucracy, 3271.

jrittenhouse has the best title EVAR for the bill being considered by a legislative committee in Indiana regarding assisted reproduction.

Tell me a story

Things I find out from reading Bookslut: Hugh Laurie wrote a novel. I did not know that (and now I am compelled to go hunt it down). [As a tangentially related note, I forgot that "House" wasn't on last night and so ended up deleting a "Fullmetal Alchemist" episode I probably shouldn't have removed yet from the DVR to make room to record an hour of @#$% baseball instead. Grump.]

Anyway, the "story" part:

Every man alive has a Caro still rattling around his fading skull -- those wild, winsome and deeply dangerous girls that you can’t possibly live with and would drive over your grandmother to see just one more time.

Is that true? Do you have someone like that? (It's phrased the way it is because it refers to a specific character, but my question isn't limited to specifically men and their old flames.) If you don't want to 'fess up entirely publicly, anonymous posting has always been turned on, and I'll even turn off the associated IP logging for this post.

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Mmmm, haircut. It feels so much lighter.

(Stop with the wailing and gnashing of teeth; I just got a couple of inches taken off the ends and layers put in to get rid of the "Alice"-like triangular hair thing I sort of had going on. I've skipped the traditional Great Shearing for this year.)

Soon, I shall have long, flowing blue locks. Once I get motivated enough to actually get out the dye. I'm reminded though that perhaps I may want to chat with my doctor at my next appointment to see if she's got any idea why I might be shedding huge clumps of hair; my stylist today commented on the unusually large amount of shedding too.