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Mark Alexander
You’re a bad man. You’re a very bad man!

Irreverent, independent, and often snarky partnered married gay boomer and doggie dad who is tired of moral pontification by hypocritical conservative assholes and hate filled religious bigots.
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I heard about this—I think I follow the same guy. I’m speaking off the top of my head since it’s been a while, but I remember that doing this procedure turns off some of the other features people like to have, such as spell check and sentence completion.
I’m really glad to hear your food intake is improving. I was hoping that by Thanksgiving—and definitely by Christmas—you’d be able to enjoy a regular meal again. Not necessarily the kind where you push back from the table and take a nap afterward, but at least a good, solid meal. Wishing you the best. And you know that once you start eating like before, you’ll put some of that weight back on and be the same cuddly Daddy Bear as always. It’s all good.
Have a great weekend! Keep fiddling with your electronics. I still have my receiver, speakers, and turntable from the ’80s. The speakers are JBL, and the rest is Pioneer. My turntable is in a box somewhere, and the rest isn’t hooked up. When I was in the military, I had a patient who was a DJ, and he told me to go to a specific Army installation and listen to all the different brands of sound systems. I went, and each room was set up—nuts to bolts—with that manufacturer’s equipment. You could walk room to room, listening and deciding what sounded best.
I wanted something that would give me both the highs and lows of music. This was the mid-’80s. In the German clubs, they played full-sized records that were actually 45s—one song each. You could go to a music store and listen to the tracks you picked out. Now they’re going back to LPs, which I’ve always loved. The liner notes were my favorite part—like having the lyrics right there with the new music. Great times.
Have a wonderful weekend!
Thanks, DONE.