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The Apocalypse never would have worked as Heaven and Hell wanted it and it’s all down to blood types. In my head, the Winchesters are, if not universal donors, compatible blood types. And with typical disregard for sensible medical treatment, their past is littered with direct transfusions when necessary. Archangel vessel Dean sharing Sam’s demon blood and Sam getting a shot of whatever makes grace go in a Winchester. And at the end, both completely human due to Heaven and Hell mixing in their bloodstreams.

And then there’s all the fun character hijinks.

Canon badly functioning alcoholic Dean always making sure to pound 8 glasses of water along with his booze because if Sam’s hurt that bad, a little booze might help, but god forbid Dean be too dehydrated to bleed fast enough to save Sammy.

Sam rigorously researching every tattoo place they wind up patronizing because if one of them gets Hep C, they both get it.

Ruby getting really frustrated at how long it’s taking to turn Sam to the dark side since Dean was resurrected. Her not realizing it’s not just Dean’s presence, but the fact that Sam keeps getting topped up with a pint of non-demony Winchester blood.

Sam and Dean always declaring an allergy to penicillin when getting professional medical treatment because Ellen/Jo/Bobby/Kevin/Charlie has that allergy and they don’t want to remove their availability.

Castle figuring it out and not healing the brothers as often so they can keep trashing their vessel suitability.

Has anyone created the Hannibal season two shirt with the slogan 'I made you a murder family but I eated it'?

Because I don't need food as much as I need that shirt.

When I was young, the best Halloween costume was a warm one so your parents would let you stay out trick or treating longer.

In my twenties, it was something sleek so you wouldn't get caught or snagged as you made your way through the parties or at a club.

And now in my thirties, it's something you can chase a jailbreak dog through a dark neighborhood in without the cops being called. Leaving the broadsword inside helps.

Local advertising rag sends you coupons on your birthday month if you sign up for their daily deal emails. Last year I got a free ice cream cone and a free coffee. This year is picking up the pace with free massage, facial, haircut, coffee, bottle of champagne, car wash, rug cleaning, sushi roll from the pricy place, two different waxes, yogurt, and few others. I've done the facial (a little smelly and involved a weird, zappy glass tube) and the haircut (chain place that did a mediocre job, but was well timed since my usual stylist is on maternity leave). The massage is scheduled for this Saturday since I'm going out with a group of friends to play laser tag that night. Might as well get loosened up before pretending I'm athletic.

Tardis socks: a signal to strangers that you're willing to get into their vehicle.

I had to convince an perfectly nice seeming woman that I wouldn't get into her car as I was walking to the bowling alley to connect with friends for a dinner at an middle of nowhere hunting lodge.

No, the bowling alley was simply the central location to meet up at where the non-carpool cars wouldn't get towed.

And I was walking because I didn't want to leave the scooter parked in the bowling alley lot on a Saturday night lest I come back to find the scooter vandalized or puked on.

And the hunting lodge did have a plethora of real stuffed and mounted animals/birds/skins, but we're reasonably certain that the hippo and the elephant on the walls were fake. Reasonably.

And when the lodge ran out of salads, they were kind enough to substitute two fried appetizer plates for us. Even though we never found the fried alligator on them, the only out of place thing was fried ricotta cheese.

Awesome safari themed drink menu too!

And my crappie were fresh caught from the lake beside the lodge.

So, in conclusion, beware the luring of strangers through Who socks.

So the whole point of the Facebook phone commercials is to prove that some people are rude as hell and this will make it easier to identify them on sight, right?

Since September of 2011, my friends and I have been playing Geeks Who Drink trivia on Monday nights. And rocking it too. At one point, we were taking first in such long streaks that the emcee kept coming up with cute nicknames for us (the Yankees in every baseball movie that's not about the Yankees, Cobra Kai) and other teams have changed their names to reflect their "hatred" for us.

Geeks Who Drink do a national trivia competition in February every year. We talked about going last year, but it turned out to be the same weekend the majority of us had bought tickets for Avenue Q. Instead we vowed to go next year. And on this Saturday, we'll be in Austin competing for the chance to not come in last place.

I'm really excited. It's been 5 years since I had a vacation that wasn't family related or family specific. I'm leaving town with friends! We're going down Friday, hitting the pre-party that night, cramming as much sight-seeing as we can on Saturday and then competing. Sunday, the group splits up as me and another teammate (who couldn't get Monday off) head back and the remainder stay another day.

Brining a turkey: Tried brining a turkey for Thanksgiving for the first time ever. It came out salty, but manageable. However the gravy was way too salty; I think my mother autocondimented without thinking about it. Still this is my second year in a row choosing a new cooking method and making a mediocre turkey the next holiday is someone else's problem.

Crescent roll wrapped asparagus with parmesan cheese: It's now the season of potlucks and I tried something new this week. Preparation was easy: buy pre-made dough, asparagus, and cheese. Wrap dough around cleaned asparagus and sprinkle with grated parmesan. Bake. They were really tasty right out of the oven when I did the quality control taste. However, they were for lunch the next day and they got a little soggy. Still, there was only one left on the tray so I count it as a partial win and just won't make it for next day events anymore.

Name that movie and actor portion of trivia last night:
"I know guys with none of that-"

My trivia group failed to believe I'd only see The Avengers three times after identifying the quote in six words instead of waiting for the emcee to read the full conversation. I didn't mention the months of fan fiction.

Short round up is-
End of July/August= Wisdom teeth out. All goes well.

Middle of August= Trip to do chores for mother and then bring her back for a week. Both houses she's interested in buying go under contract before she can tour them. We refrain from killing each other.

End of August= Boss getting weirdly determined that I need to have my allergies evaluated.

Early September= Cat has occasional seizures. And fleas. Both are gone now, but have only determined the causes for the fleas.

Mid-September= Boss manages to alienate everyone on staff before the month is over.

End of September= Get tested for allergies. Discover I'm allergic to 27 out of 40 common airborne allergens, wheat, dairy, tomatoes, and potatoes. Decide to ignore the potato, dairy and wheat parts based on the allergy tests also telling me I'm not allergic to dogs or cats and I know that isn't true.

October= flail madly trying to get guest speaker event organized. Must decide on new Halloween costume or recycling last year's since I already have the pipe and raygun.

Tonight's dinner of crackers, cheese, olives, summer sausage and cherries is brought to you by the firm of "Turn on the stove? It's triple digits out there!"

If this is another two week heat wave, I'm going to reduce myself to eating ice.