Did you order it animal style, ita? It's extra yummy that way.

Gah. I think I made the Homer drool noise when I read the description. Although I'm always a bit leary of "special sauce" - if it's remotely mayo-like, I usually don't like it. BBQ-or-Steak-saucey's good though.

It is a bit creamy, Frank.

I'm pretty sure Pete will be less unnerved by me using your skull to hold sugar cubes than he would be by your skull being a guest bong. IJS.

Okay, we can't be unnerving Pete. Sugar cubes it is!

And this made me start singing the Scorpions Winds of Change, only my misheard version that goes something like, "Follow vamoose schwa, down to Gronky Paahk..."

And that made me laugh so hard I almost passed out from oxygen deprivation.

Because I gave up fast food years ago. It took a while to convince me that In-N-Out was more quick than fast.

You are hard to convince! Wow. In-n-Out is teh awesome.

Holy FUCK people are stupid.

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In 2005 San Francisco, where tolerance for race, ethnicity and sexual orientation is a source of civic pride, comments about Lee's gender and pregnancy flowed almost without check by the commissioners.

One man told the commission that Lee wasn't qualified because the director should not be replaced by a "person who is not even going to go up a ladder with her dress down.'' Whatever that means.

"If you appoint her,'' another said, "she cannot function as you intend. Given that she is about to go on maternity leave, she cannot function at any capacity whatsoever. That is a reality.''

One self-employed builder took the mike to say he knows how debilitating pregnancy can be because his wife is expecting a baby in four weeks and she can no longer help him with his billings.

"My wife refers to it as 'pregnancy brain.' Her mind is on other things, '' he said. "I ask you today, are you going to replace this man with 'pregnancy brain'?

In-N-Out burgers are eeh.

The best quasi-fast-food burger is Backyard Burgers.

You are hard to convince!

You know how people are -- crackheaded and often wrong. Best to ignore them as much as possible.

Wow, Betsy... That's just.... WOW.

Hec, have you ever told the Buffistas the story of Phil and Gary's first visit to you in San Francisco? With the shoes, and the clothing? Because that may be the very best Phil story ever, and it would be just cruel of you to withhold it from them.

I thought I did, back when Alibelle was learning about Dancer!Nicole.

In brief, Phil and his best friend Gary (who is equally brilliant and quirky, and who I knew better at that point) decided to visit me after several years of non-communication. My doorbell rang. I came downstairs and the two of them were standing there, having come directly from the airport after flying up from San Diego. They had not called first. They had my address from some old mail.

They were wearing at least 7 layers of clothing, on the theory that "luggage sucks!" and that they could simply rotate the clothing away from their body on a daily basis. They both had old man hats on. Gary was wearing a pair of dress shoes with the toes cut off. His toes were hanging out. They had been Phil's shoes and Phil had tried to throw them away, but Gary insisted they were still useful and he wanted them. But they weren't his size. So he cut off the front of the shoes.

So we went out on the town and I showed them Chinese New Year (which happened that very evening, with dragons and parades and such) and then wound up in a cafe in the Mission. Oh yes - they enjoyed riding the SF Muni trains, trying to "surf" them without holding on. Whenever the trains hit the brakes they'd yell "Inertia!" and tuck and roll down the aisles.

I just got a big gift at work. They totally don't deserve it, but I do. And it is now something I can add to my resume. Cultivating a hundred dollar donor into making a 6 figure gift.