I don’t; I talk at you.

Here’s Yanagimachi’s vision. “My dream is to keep sperm at room temperature.”

I suppose that’s an unusual dream, but if Yanagimachi only entertained mundane fantasies, who’d notice? Or care?

I think it’s a great idea. If Yanagimachi’s right, men will be, as the Brits would say, “surplus to requirements.” A planet of women is a great idea! But, as a lesbian, I would say that, wouldn’t I?

I agree that Hitachi Global Storage Technologies products will not be used for the design, development, manufacturing, testing, stockpiling, or use of biological, nuclear, missile or chemical weapons.

Why anyone would want to live that long, this I do not know. That’s why, on some days, I don’t drink any Rainier Ale at all. After all, one can’t be too cautious, especially with so much good, cheap wine around.

I was going to spend an hour exercising today, but since I lost an hour, I guess I won’t. After all, the nine hours I set aside for general rumination and sipping wine are sacrosanct.

As Andrea astutely pointed out, “LA” is easy to spell.

I’m taking the marmot sieve approach to the frilly conundrum, that way the iridescent ice cubes of destiny won’t melt on my frosty banana passions. I know how to eat a vertical sedentary pie in a hailstorm of flaccid lemon marshmallows, so my “Hawai’ian Himalayas” approach just might be the sneaky coal shim that does the trick! In any case, it’s better to have tweaked the gazebo than to have never antagonized unsuitably aggressive invertebrates.