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No.

I did!

I know how entirely self-centered this is, but Buff-diving inevitably makes me think, "I used to get COMM'ed more often. Dammit, I used to be funny. What happened to me?"

Apparently, I lack punch lines.

"I used to get COMM'ed more often. Dammit, I used to be funny. What happened to me?"

You got a job?

As I recall, you have a tendency to get on a roll and get COMMed multiple times in one day. You're probably wasting all that funny at the workplace.

Not only is The Unit up against stuff I watch, it's not repeated all over the place like NBC would have done.

I'm gonna have to plug cable into my PC again. I think I want to watch this. I mean, President Palmer wears one of those holsters that straps around his thigh. If it can't be all Clooney all the time, this is a great place to kill time.

And I love the line "You, you and you--panic. The rest of you come with me." especially when delivered to the folks on your side. Lots of raspy voices, PTSD and adultery. Not to mention the uppity chick who think she's bigger than the covert machine. I know I won't get the smackdown I hope for, but perhaps a series of small disillusionments will suffice.

It's weird--I'm just a wee bit more gun savvy these days. Makes interesting watching, and my eyes are drawn in new places. But I'd still love to watch it with someone who actually knows stuff about guns, and hear the weaponry commentary.

I got a cancellation appointment for my neurologist this Friday at 1. I turned it down, and then did the math--two weeks until my regularly scheduled appointment, and I've been trembling in pain almost as often as not since the nerve block. Now I just have to get over my irritation (don't bother to tell me it's irrational--I know) at having to ask for half a day to work from home to be able to make it. But at least I'll be able to go in for the morning. AND I have to postpone a lunch with my old boss's boss to accomdate. That doesn't help.

Oh, and Hec? Ducking doesn't really help you avoid a car door, unless you're really short and/or it's a Hummer.

Oh, and Hec? Ducking doesn't really help you avoid a car door, unless you're really short and/or it's a Hummer.

I wish I could consider you an expert on the subject, Li'l Miss Gave Herself A Blackeye But Not At Krav. But your credentials on not hurting yourself with the car door are suspect.

I caught bits of The Unit (before my power went out!) and liked it.

My apartment smells like cooked brussel sprouts. Gross. Not my fault, my neighbors'.

I'm not pointing fingers, but it sounds like some people need to don one of these: [link]

I encourage you to do many experiments, Hec, and report back.

The problem with replacing all the bulbs in a fixture at once is that they all die at about the same time. 3 in 3 days.

I'm 6' 3" and I manage to get in and out of small cars without hitting my head.

Hitting my knee on the steering wheel - now that's a problem....

chocolate?