The funny part was you could look around the room and see forty people all feeling up their jawlines and temples and trying to figure out how the hell that even works.

Other things I learned this past couple of days:

Along with the crappy note pad and pen, a little egg of silly putty at each seat = GENIUS!

Our new team member is a keener of the highest order.

There is no age or career level at which a gold star sticker ceases to be a serious motivator.

There is no age or career level at which a gold star sticker ceases to be a serious motivator.

Now I'm picturing a zombie agreeing to stop eating brains in exchange for a gold star. The zombie I'm picturing has a big smile on her face....

You think she wouldn't?

BRAIIIIINSSSS TASTEEE BRAII- GOLD STAR? ME WANT! SHHHHTTAAAR.

You think she wouldn't?

No, I think it's perfectly plausible....

Crap! I forgot to give my eldest nephews the stars I had!

OK, so my brother has broken me. He took me down a tight spiral in a 6 story parking garage at 30+ tire-squealing-on-a-performance-car mph and it was FUN, if dizzymaking. Then he took me to a speedway and I got fascinated with motorcycles racing. Then 100 mph on the interstate was FUN, not death-defying terrifying.

I'm now watching some stupid NASCAR-for-the-unfan and thinking they need to shut up and let me watch them drive. Oh & how fun it'd be to be a passenger when my brother does the next clinic and gets to drive like a maniac on the track.

I swear, I didn't give a shit about this stuff before. I liked driving the speed limit in my underpowered econocar with acceleration-deadening a/c.

Well, Pipl didn't find me, unless I'm dead in Ithaca.

It didn't find me for about five pages, then it pulled up an NYT letter to the editor from about 8 years ago that I'd forgotten about. A couple of pages later were a couple of tag graveyards from WX - Plei's and Sophia's, I think. Otherwise it got bupkus.

I was intrigued to find that a lot of the other mes are Canadian - even one in Nunavut. Neither piece of my name comes from the Canadian side, and my last name in the US seems to be mostly SE, so I wasn't expecting that.

Pipl found my speeding ticket from a few years ago. Damn, I was driving awfully fast.

I found a medical paper my high school crush wrote on neurosurgery.

Pipl found me via my state bar registration. Damn.

Pipl found the easy to find me stuff, which is expected.

Sara, step away from the Nascar.

Oh man, I am whipped tired. Noodle is asleep on the changing table and I am loathe to wake him, but it is time to eat.