However, two things are worth noting: first, a male may stay attached to a female for months at a time.

New metaphor for the 21st century!

Matilda is home sick today, and snizzling while listening to the Hamilton soundtrack via earbuds. I had to tell her to stop singing along.

Hey, David, did you see Microsoft's new desktop PC? It has a dial you can place on the screen, that you can use to manipulate stuff.

This I actually have seen—more than one minor pro hockey player delaying their return home to Canada so they could get medical care under their US doctors. May have been something about familiarity with the team's doctors though.

Probably a combo of that and their treatment being low-pri so they'd have to wait for it.

Hey, David, did you see Microsoft's new desktop PC? It has a dial you can place on the screen, that you can use to manipulate stuff.

Yikes!

And our Marvel/Disney pitch is tomorrow. Somebody's going to move on our patent!

first, a male may stay attached to a female for months at a time

When Casper first got a detailed understanding of human reproduction (aged 6), I had to clarify for her that the father's penis did not stay in the mother's vagina for the entire duration of the pregnancy.

New Orleans: It's like 80 degrees outside and the Convention Center is fucking freezing. OF COURSE.

I tried Cochon Butcher for lunch yesterday -- cool vibe to the place, but I only had 40 minutes for lunch, so grabbed a quick small plate. It was a blue crab fried rice dish that was delish, and reminded me a lot of kimchi fried rice, which I make a lot at home. I need to try some of their sandwiches.

I was super beat at the end of the day so elected to dine in the restaurant in the hotel I'm staying at, a French-Caribbean type place called Compere Lapin. It was EXCELLENT if pricey. I'm still thinking about the crispy dirty rice arancini I had for appetizer. Yummmm. Followed by goat curry and a fun deconstructed coconut rum cake with ice cream.

Lunch today was served by the convention center folks for a special symposium and was certainly cut above the usual conference fare I'm used to up north. Ratatouille and catfish and a berry tart! I look forward to eating my way around the city for the rest of the stay.

Something that strikes me as kinda weird is that I feel so reluctant to say I'm for Hillary in the election. Some of that is probably because my in-laws hate her (from the right) and my wife dislikes her (from the left). But even then, it's like being an atheist, I don't really want to let people know if I don't know them well enough. I kinda wonder why I feel like that.

Thanks for the reassurances, folks. We'll see what the new GI has to say once the biopsies come back.

Started making the dietary changes today and while the no chocolate is disappointing I think the no coffee/caffeine is going to kill me. (Having to get chicken instead of a burger for lunch was also sad-making.)

Food pills. Science still failing us on that, smoothies.

Many times I can't have what I want to eat, and don't want what I have to eat. When I really can't deal, throwing everything in a blender and sucking it down with a straw so I don't have to taste it gets me through the sads and don'wannas. And then I pull up my socks and get on with it. But the sads and don'wannas are real, and sometimes you just need to not have to deal. So, smoothies.

This I actually have seen—more than one minor pro hockey player delaying their return home to Canada so they could get medical care under their US doctors. May have been something about familiarity with the team's doctors though.

Probably a combo of that and their treatment being low-pri so they'd have to wait for it.

Not to mention that, even at minors salaries, they can afford to pay for their US care (assuming its not offset by the club, making it more affordable) out of pocket as needed.