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I knew it was going to be a long day when the first thought in my head was Patrick Bateman saying, "I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy."

I ended up watching Goldfinger and reading Blink this afternoon. Dinner was pink lady apples and aged cheddar cheese. Kicked back in my old jeans and black belt and black tee and new white running shoes, it could have been many afternoons of the 1990s. When I realized that, I just smiled and smiled. I like the way I've been feeling of late.

I woke up, threw on some comfortable old clothes, and had a flawless day. I had breakfast at the Maltby Cafe, which if you've a Seattleite and have never been, you really should remedy that. I had scrambled eggs and fried red potatoes with grilled onions and cheddar. I also had bacon. Oh God, the bacon. I swear it must have been a quarter inch...
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You think that Hulk Hogan wakes up and thinks, "Holy shit! I'm Hulk Hogan! That's fucking awesome!"

I know I would.

A coworker came into my office and made a strained attempt at making conversation. He said, "You ever notice how when you have to go to the emergency room at like two in the morning that there are people there who are like regulars?"

I understood he wanted me to ask why he was at the emergency room, but I wanted a colonoscopy about as...
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I watched The Virgin Spring this evening. I love Bergman and watching Max von Sydow when he was younger than I am now is kind of strange. I noticed something odd. I can watch violence and horrible things without flinching, but even the hint of a rape (understate as it was in this movie) causes me to flinch away. I suppose that's something in my...
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"That a Steelers tattoo?"

"Fuck," thought I. Careful as I was to wear long pants to the gym, I hadn't been able to wear them in the shower. Now there I stood, naked and dripping, with a towel in one hand and about sixty dollars in Kiehls and Bumble & Bumble products in the other, and I was about to get in a fight with...
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I was stepping away from the sink and paused to look at the gold flecks the new shampoo from Lush had left in my hair. I was resplendent in a pair of Lucky jeans, a nice wide black jeans belt with brushed nickel buckle, tucked-in pink Lacoste polo, and black Docs. As I gazed at how sublimely yuppie I was, I saw the distinctive black...
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I had this crazy idea to explain what I've been doing this evening, but then I realized that only the most hardcore of nerds could understand the blizzard of abbreviations that I would need to throw about.

So instead, we will suffice it to say that my nerd-fu is stronger than you can imagine.

Otherwise, I have been having little misadventures, trying to remember to...
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Behold my Patrick Duffy leg!