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My fiancée died two nights ago. I'm managing to keep my composure between the bouts of sobbing. I know the worst is yet to hit me. I know I can count on you for comfort. This helps greatly. More later, perhaps. For now: I love you, Frisky Babe!

I left out the part about having no money because contemplating the whole sordid business was too painful. Fortunately the worst is over. And it pales beside what I'm about to post in Life Events.

Oh. My. God.

I wore a 1989 Omega Speedmaster Professional from the day I bought it a week before my birthday that year until a couple of years ago when the bracelet's weakest link failed and the other weak links began reporting for failure with notably candid alacrity. I kept it wound for a year or so until...

Years ago, I came across a recipe that began, "Peel and cube one small cat." I think it was for some kind of fritters.

It's very likely temperature-and-dewpoint related, the haze being microscopic bubbles of encapsulated condensed moisture.

No special reason, just a feeling. The musing of a vicarious cook. I'm trying to get my head around a Latakia with juniper notes before I say anything else.

I encourage you to go easy on sage or anything like sage, or to omit it entirely. But just intuition. De gustibus etc.

Dunno, dunno, and dunno. I have to defer, here, to those who actually do this kind of restoration.

Was it hot water? The Wikipedia article on ebonite suggests that turning green was to be expected. I've passed up many an interesting pipe because my bite's enough to leave tooth marks in acrylic. Vulcanite would be a disaster on that score alone. Living in the coastal zone without air...

I'm so looking forward to your first words here as a properly functioning cyborg, Brandon!

George beat me to the post; I'd written: If a battery is short-circuited, or the circuitry it's powering fails and starts drawing more current than it should, the battery will overheat and the electrolyte in its cell(s) will boil. Modern cells have a pressure relief valve, but it's intended to...

Ah. Embarcadero. Flakes of red Virginia and Izmir.

Avoid pipe mud and you'll be fine.

"Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother." (George Orwell: Nineteen Eighty-four)

Be Here Now, in other words.

As long as a tin's seal remains intact, the tobacco inside can remain moist for years--decades, even. But sometimes tins can lose their seal. Rectangular tins are more prone to this than round ones. Take it back and see what they do. If they're pipe-savvy, I imagine they'll cheerfully replace...

At some point, after dark, I shall burn The Royal Yacht.

At least you're wearing a necktie.

Be careful, here. The conflation of "mild maple sugar casing" with maple syrup must not be allowed to take root.