Ooh, I might stop by Los Posadas, my local taquiera, for dinner. IIRC, Wednesdays are their burrito special days, but I'll see what they have today.

It's pretty much impossible for me not to think dirty thoughts about that one.

I'm shocked.

We don't have any decent Mexican food up here. Instead, I just daydream about Gordito's in Seattle.

Anyone know what FRTDNEATJ means?

Anyone know what FRTDNEATJ means?

FRed and ToD are NEAT Jews?

I used to love that place in Noe Valley - on 24th, across from the big grocery store or thereabouts. Is it still there?

Probably. It's hard to go out of business selling decent burritos in San Francisco.

But since I have several options around my house and also the entire Mission to choose from I don't get burritos in Noe Valley. Actually I only go there to get the cherry chocolate bread at Noe Valley Bakery. Or, sometimes Jen K. and I go there for breakfast.

The same place I went with Teppy at the SF2F.

Anyone know what FRTDNEATJ means?

FRed and ToD are NEAT Jews?

Apparently it is from Due South fandom. "For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture."

I think this was supposed to be funny. It's really not so much. [link]

I am very much in favor of immigration everywhere in the U.S. except Edison, N.J. The mostly white suburban town I left when I graduated from high school in 1989 — the town that was called Menlo Park when Thomas Alva Edison set up shop there and was later renamed in his honor — has become home to one of the biggest Indian communities in the U.S., as familiar to people in India as how to instruct stupid Americans to reboot their Internet routers.

...

After the law passed, when I was a kid, a few engineers and doctors from Gujarat moved to Edison because of its proximity to AT&T, good schools and reasonably priced, if slightly deteriorating, post–WW II housing. For a while, we assumed all Indians were geniuses. Then, in the 1980s, the doctors and engineers brought over their merchant cousins, and we were no longer so sure about the genius thing. In the 1990s, the not-as-brilliant merchants brought their even-less-bright cousins, and we started to understand why India is so damn poor.

The same place I went with Teppy at the SF2F.

We had burritos at the F2F? Or have I been skimming? Is this a non-burrito place? Or a burrito place at which I had non-burrito food?

Help out a dimwit.

A recent Facebook update:

[Friend] went to Wikipedia to figure out what a phrase that was stuck in his brain meant and was surprised (and not a little embarrassed) to discover that Krav Maga wasn't a Klingon thing.

Good god. I thought yesterday's Times editorial was appalling. This is just mind-boggling.