It was two rows of four tables, all with glass tops and the tiny books under the glass. We walked from table to table. When the wife (!!) got to the last table, I lingered at the second-to-last one and, with my back to her, took out the pendant from my jacket pocket and placed it on top of the glass. I called out, "Hey did you see this one?" She came back over, looked at the object on the table, and said, confused, "Why is this one out of the case?" "Check out the inscription on the spine," I replied. She picked it up, saw the words "On Longing," and burst into tears. We embraced and I put the pendant around her neck. It was a perfect moment.
Which was ruined moments later when Jon was dragged away by security personnel who only saw the act of removing a tiny book from the direction of the display case...
Which is why I took the average. Which basicly is chopping the triangle parts in half and rearranging them to make rectangles.
Right, yes, very smart. For some reason rearranging triangles to make rectangles makes me nervous, because it's right there that I seem to make a lot of mistakes.
ETA: Er, apparently for that reason.
t passes Hec a box of kleenex
Lovely, Jon. Thanks for sharing it--it made my day.
passes Hec a box of kleenex
::snorfles manfully, returns half empty box to Amych::
Jon, I am dying of the loveliness of your story. It's all so romantic and kismet-ly perfect.
Can we clone you?
Can we clone you?
Honestly, FAQ girl is so cool and interesting, that I'm more interested in breeding them for hybrid vigor.
Thanks all. I swear, when she sent me the link to the tiny book exhibit, my eyes nearly popped out of my head.
Can we clone you?
Uhhh... to what end?
Can we clone you?
Uhhh... to what end?
Dude, for those of us who are sure we'll end up old spinsters or married to jackholes like the guy from Married with Children.
Despite the existence of Buffista guys, which should be proof enough, I don't actually believe that guys like you exist, and that the best I can hope for is someone who doesn't view me with open contempt.
Hence, the need to clone you. (Plus for armies of darkness, but we can get into that later.)
