I need to eat first thing I wake up. If you brought me a full breakfast in bed at 6AM, with mimosa, I would happily eat.

Perkins, have a lovely trip.

How have I never bought course grain sea salt before? It is so GOOD on fresh tomatoes. Between that and just discovering Cabrales cheese, I feel like I've been living in a cave food-wise.

Gronk. Matt make cave poster hungry.

crunch crunch couse salt is good stuff. OK, now I want a feta cheese and tomato omelette, with a sprinkling of crunchy sea salt. And a mimosa to wash it down. This is sad since my fridge is a cavern.

My brunch started snowballing after I fixed the first things. Originally I just wanted some cheese & crackers and a small tomato, but I ended up adding olives, half an avocado, and two leftover slices of veggie pizza.

Ah well, at least it was all healthy food.

Organic medium. t /Lefty Californian

Also, in re shoes: The polkadot shoes are quite horrible, except for the black ones with gray polkadots. Those are shoes to love and cherish forever. Possibly not as much as the ones Plei exclaimed over, but very very nearly so.

Also, as Hec noted upthread, there was exactly one costume Ann-Margret wore in The Pleasure Seekers that didn't make me cry for her. It was just criminal, really.

Also, so jealous of aurelia.

Hmmm. Apparently, today is my Day of Being So Very, Very Shallow.

There is already a crowd in the airport bar.

It's pretty well established that I like a good drink from time to time, but isn't 8:00 a.m. pretty much always the wrong time for one?

Nope. Not if you hate flying. When I flew Cincy to SF for the first time (way back in 2001, I think), I flew first-class, b/c my almost-SiL was a flight attendant at the time, and I used one of her buddy passes. The flight was pretty early -- 9 a.m., I think -- and I really dislike flying, and first-class is all about the free booze, so I ordered an o.j. and Maker's Mark as soon as I sat down, and drank bourbon and o.j. the whole way there.

That is how flying should always be.

My fear is that booze will contribute to the turbulence-induced pukies.

Also: Beers at 8:00 a.m.? Nast.

My bartender ex once had a long conversation with one of the bartenders at SFO, who told him it was in many ways a bartender's dream gig: flexible hours, even regular 8-5 if you need them, plane-phobic people fretting about their imminent deaths and eternal judgment tending to tip generously, no boring regulars talking your ear off for months on end, a huge and heavily armed security force to do your bouncing for you, and, because of the laws about airport businesses, full health and retirement benefits and union protection.

I still think about it myself sometimes, when I get fretful about my Best Boss In The World retiring and how much my present job's going to suck without him.

I went with the light. I'll have them all in the end.

I didn't realise how much I loved maple syrup -- it's been a stealth staple in our family forever, but usually brought in from Canada. I'd buy a bottle every year, and then stop having pancakes when it was done. This past year I bought maple syrup here, and it was nast. So I got much bottles this last trip. To be sure.

Controversy over the US's efforts to get the world to stop using leap-seconds: [link]

No really. Quite controversial.

Under the US plan, a leap-hour would be added every 500-600 years.

Leap seconds are used to adjust for the fact that the earth's rotation has been slowing down (due to lunar tide effects).