Late at night, when I am super tired or at any other similar point when I am feeling extra fragile. Hungry, hormonal, stressed. Good times.

I did one thing in college that really makes me nauseous when I think about it now. It's one of my biggest "OMG I can't believe I did that, I am such a shitty person" moments.

Ryan recognises pandas in two languages! (Incidentally, the Chinese for giant panda is 'big bear-cat'.)

He really is a big bear cat. (Pablo Sandoval, Giants 3baseman. Who just hit a go ahead double.)

[Hec, it's too bad you're not on Facebook - that's where I do my watch-n-post for beisbol.]

It's too bad you're not at Chez Zmayhem so you could high five and run around the living room.

I hate those seriously introspective moments. I wish I could be oblivious to the shitty things I've done in the past. But then I remember that knowing they were shitty makes me a better person in the future.

They're our existential Marty McFlys.

I pretty much feel cringey about my entire life. I think I've made nothing but bad decisions.

Glad to know I'm not the only one who still cringes over stupid shit I did 30 years ago.

Amen. I have some strongly remembered cringes from high school.

I pretty much feel cringey about my entire life. I think I've made nothing but bad decisions.

You need a new system. Maybe switch to the I Ching?

How's that now?

Retrospective cringing just means you have an internal moral compass that's well-calibrated.*

I do like Mr. flea's 5-year rule, though.

*(This is also how I've rationalized my extreme trauma reactions to scary/torture porn/horror movies. Or, really, just the descriptions of them, as I truly can't watch them. The descriptions alone are enough to genuinely traumatize me like something actually happened to me. The first time I was dumb enough to Wikipedia the Saw movies, I honestly was upset literally every waking moment for like a month. Not like I was walking around weeping, but even when I was working or reading or whatever, there was a constant tape loop in the back of my head going "[insert scene of insane awfulness] -- HOW COULD SOMEONE DO THAT OH MY GOD WHYWHYWHY?!?" I could. not. stop. thinking about those stupid movies.

No, really. I understand it's not a normal reaction, but you know what? Fuck it. At least I know it means I still recognize bad behavior.)

t edit That said, when I saw the trailer for the spoof of those movies (was it called Scary Movie?), with the scene of -- I think -- Shaq telling Dr. Phil that he cut off the wrong hand, I laughed for about 5 minutes. Dr. Phil is just inherently funny to me.

t edit again Oh, hi, welcome to My Issues. I should have led with that.

I seem to have acquired a kitten. From the egg farm.

How exactly did you acquire said kitten?

When my brother was 7 or so he and a friend went on one of those school trips to a pumpkin farm and smuggled home a puppy.