I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
Oh, and Scotch is also selling some kind of automatic tape dispenser thingie that attaches to your hand. Just in case, you know, reaching for the tape is too damn difficult.
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Holy overspecialized products, Batman! What's wrong with a pair of scissors?
Oh, and Scotch is also selling some kind of automatic tape dispenser thingie that attaches to your hand. Just in case, you know, reaching for the tape is too damn difficult.
Check out David Cross's thoughts on electric scissors on the album "It's Not Funny."
Sadly, a "David Cross Electric Scissors" search on YouTube yielded no results - what does he have to say on the subject?
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