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.

I am Jesse and I think tiggy should get some fried chicken and skip Subway which kinda sucks IMHO.

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?

Spencer House. Yeah, you can walk downhill to the Toronado from there. Or walk three blocks to Magnolia Brewpub (where we also stopped).

When I'm an evil capricious overlord, the result of each calculation will be 17.

It'll make writing the exam I'm goofing-off-here-instead-of-working-on so much easier. Well, no, wait - it'll make solving that exam way easier. Hmm, being an evil capricious overlord doesn't help me much with that. I need a different plan.

When I'm an evil capricious overlord, the result of each calculation will be 17.

Heh. None more Nillyesque.

Or walk three blocks to Magnolia Brewpub (where we also stopped).

I remember! I love your 'hood.

Nilly, both gazpacho and salsa have raw tomatoes in them, and quite a lot of the nasty things, too, but there are so many other spicy things added in that I don't even taste the nast.

::sticks tongue out at Incipient Evil Overlord Hecubus::

ION, a very cool story about one couple's upcoming wedding day, complete with excited mama, groomzilla, and deciding on the cake design (they went with tuxedo pleats and bowties with wedding bells).