February 3rd was Saint Blaise Day* in honor of me, patron saint of the throat (insert your own joke here) and also of wild animals. As usual, my day was overshadowed by the Stupor Bowl and the fact that I am neither Catholic nor religious, but I heard all of your prayers while I was sitting in the Community Bookstore reading a Choose Your Own Adventure book called Tattoo of Death, and I'm probably going to answer most of them after I finish this bagel.

* You think I made this up?

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