I was born in a house with the television on

My television is talking about retiring. It's certainly given the team years of service, but I'm a little concerned about finding a replacement. If anybody has a line on an Unrestricted Free Agent television who's not asking too much for a long term contract, please feel free to let me know. The team is looking for somebody to fill a high-definition large screen role with the team eventually, and if we could find a team member with those qualities, then we would of course be willing to spend more.

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I'm nearly finished with the bar of Swashbuckler that I started using long ago in the wayback time when I took that poll. This morning I unwrapped the Solstice Sugar that I bought last year, (along with the Arctic Bear and the La Befana oil that makes me smell like an Italian bakery) just in time for this year's solistce. And now the bathroom is starting to smell of apples.

I am. I am not.

I don't think I'm going to the kinky Victorian party in the City tonight. (Strip Whist! Alas.) I don't know if I'll know anybody, and I don't particularly want to go alone, and it's more energy than I'm prepared to expend.
However, I think I'm going to the four o'clock showing of Blade Runner at the Aquarius, even if nobody else goes with me.
And, due to the efforts of people who want me to come to Texas (or of people who want to get me the hell out of California) I'm going to visit friends over New Year's weekend.