So, I got my replacement shoes from Zappos, and I'm not sold on them. They don't feel dressy enough for work, which is ridiculous, because they are 75% identical to other work shoes I have. I think it's because the heel is lower, which I realize doesn't quite make sense. But I feel weird sending them back again! (Or really, for the first time.)

and so if we love books, we must love publishers also?

No, I'm a capricious evil overlord. I didn't say it was logical! I said it was evil.

I mean, by that logic, I wouldn't be allowed to have olive oil either.

In my evil universe you are on a 100% muffeletta diet, with olives every time.

::remembers that Sparky hasn't yet updated us on the shoes-in-question (yes, I have vested interest in this too. OH, and I DON'T like cows. or Flues. Or Vogs. [runs away, again])::

That's like saying you can't have a hamburger if you think that steak tartar is gross.

Man, my subjects are literal minded.

Again, capricious evil. Far more likely to drive people insane. It's like irregular rewards and punishments in classical conditioning.

It's like irregular rewards and punishments in classical conditioning.

dude. if I can't pee, you're in so much hurt.

skipping ahead for a moment. do i go here for lunch and get some yummy southern food(fried chicken, corn, mashed potatoes) or do i go to subway, which is way closer?

No, I'm a capricious evil overlord. I didn't say it was logical! I said it was evil.

Heh.

Hey Hec, what's the name of that B&B that you and I and Law walked by when we were hanging out with you in SF a couple years ago? Didn't you say your dad stayed there at some point? More importantly, is it walking distance from the Toronado?

We are planning a trip to NoCA (with a stop in SF) for fall of 2009 and I'm trying to do some planning because I am BORED OUT OF MY MIND at work today.

FTR, I enjoy: raw tomatoes, olives, and steak tartar.

I think (warning! science-free speculation ahead!) that we form pretty deeply ingrained notions of the kinds of measures we use from day to day -- I have a gut feeling for what it is to be THIS height, or to walk THAT far, and the labels for those things (not the exact height, but the kind of range people happen in) are something I've known for almost as long as I've known stuff. Whereas something measured in microns? Whatever, call it whatever you want, since it's a step removed anyway; and so the translation from familiar to unfamiliar units isn't part of the process.

amych, yes! Exactly! Thanks for phrasing myself for me.

But, I like gazpacho and salsa.

Are the satan-food-stuffs cooked in these, or just chopped and spiced a lot?

I can only eat those evil things after they were killed right and proper, cooked to become something completely different. In fact, just the other day I was making a new recipe, it had such great vegetables in it, and I was so pleased with the thoughts about how it might turn out when all finished, and then I added some chopped tomatoes to it, according to the recipe. And the whole mix smelled as if somebody threw up inside it. If my roommate hadn't convinced me that it actually smelled perfectly OK to her (and thought I'd gone a bit insane), I would have thrown it all out. When it was all cooked - perfectly tasty, no disgusting ingredient in sight. But beforehand - oof, I thought I was going to poison my friends.

Hmm, which puts me in an interesting place regarding any mutiny against any evil capricious overlord, in a way.

dude. if I can't pee, you're in so much hurt.

You can pee. You just have to keep it in an open jar next to whatever you're drinking.

Obviously, when Dana is evil emperor I will have kittens taped to the inside of my glasses. That's how it goes with evil overlordship.