Reform This, Punk

Happy belated Reformation Day.  Transubstantiate this, Catholics.
We took Howie to the vet because he's basically covered in scabs, and petting him is a rather disturbing experience.  The vet gave him a shot, and now we are supposed to force medicine down his throat on a daily basis.  This cat is going to be scarred for life.
There's a man at work whose beard wraps around beneath his ears and joins with his hair on the other side.  I've never seen a beard quite like it.
This whole Tebow experiment seems to be going rather poorly.  And I keep coming back to this one thought: he can't have looked this bad as a passer in college.  I know he didn't last year when he made his starts.  Honestly, he looks like he's getting worse.  Why?  Why on earth would someone who obviously works so hard at his job just keep getting worse?  And why does he consistently show improvement only in the fourth quarter?  My uneducated guess: he spends the first three quarters of the games thinking way too much about his footwork and technique and all these things that coaches and the media are telling him he needs to change in order to be a successful NFL quarterback.  I think while he's trying to do all these things people are asking of him he's forgetting to just play football. 
Man of Steel waistband, blue trimmed red with the Superman logo.
Anna and I went to see The Civil Wars last night at the Egyptian Room in the Old National Center in Indianapolis.  It was a pretty cool venue.  I guess I'd call it a very large ballroom.  Through Facebook Anna discovered that a high school friend had an extra ticket available, which allowed us to get Anna sister to come along.  Sadly, this also meant that we had to put up with Anna's old classmate for much of the night.  Having done some pre-concert drinking, she still managed to make full use of the bar at the show.  She was so loud, especially during the really sad slow songs, that I thought the crowd was going to murder her on the spot.  It was uncomfortable and embarrassing.  And she happened to be a lesbian and thought it was appropriate to announce to the room how she'd gladly get with Anna and Sarah. The Civil Wars were good though.
I'm still hungry.
Our new car must sneak up on birds.  In my life I had only hit two birds while driving, and I've killed at least three in the last three months, all while driving Beatrice.
There's nothing as refreshing as peeing in the rain.
Ice cream sounds good right now.  I'm not usually a huge ice cream person.  My dad is a huge ice cream person.  I didn't realize this until I was in college.  I guess it's one of those things that just occur to you one day.  But whenever we got ice cream when I was a kid, it was my dad's idea.  I didn't mind of course.  But I can tell you now, with certainty, that my dad loves Baskin Robbins.  It might also explain why he had such a difficult time turning down a job offer from Blue Bunny ice cream.
My mom won't eat wild game.  This is another thing I didn't know until college.  I just never processed that the reason we always grilled hot dogs or chicken with our burgers and steaks was that my mom wouldn't eat venison.  Anna's mom won't eat it either.  Moms are weird.
As of the beginning of the year, I'll have health and dental insurance.  I guess now I'll have to go to the doctor lest I feel like I'm wasting money. 
There have not been any good metal shows in the area.  It's depressing.  On the plus side, Project 86 and P.O.D. are both supposed to be releasing albums next spring.
Time changes tonight.  It would no longer be linear.

Now headbanging to:

Band-- The Famine
Album-- Architects of Guilt
Genre-- Death Metal