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.

Rock on, msbelle! That is so cool, for you. And I hope it makes your bosses feel like the asses they should. (sigh, I'm sure it won't, asses never feel like they should)

Nah, they are just happy about it. But they did congratulate me over and over.

Yay msbelle!

Betsy, I clicked on your link hoping it wouldn't be as bad as your post made it sound. It was worse.

Lyra has a Richard Thompson tag!

I have probably no interest in the job I interviewed for earlier today, yet I'm doing the writing sample for the hell of it. I mean, for the practice.

Ah, the Desperate Housewives mockery begins.