I think the results of 1006 surveys on basic scientific points are interesting, but they don't tell me enough. I'd like to know what percentage of people picked every wrong answer (and that by demographic too).

Congratulations on the new house, Dana!

The pizza pub near me has something called "white ketchup" on some of their pizzas. We finally had to ask and it is basically just Ranch.

I saw on some cooking show that ketchup was originally fish sauce. So if they wanted to put together an anchovey paste-garlic-olive oil spread and call it "old fashioned ketchup" that would probably be arguable. Ranch dressing, not so much.

It's a surreal social/political pressure that I feel when someone downplays racism, and I feel the urge to point out that no, not from where I (and others) am standing, like if I point out racism, I'll be labelled a troublemaker of some sort.

I still do it--twice today I couldn't let the "Thankfully *my* country is a racial utopia" comment go by, but...Brazil and the UK? Really?

Fine. Troublemaker it is.

But also home goer! Whoot woot!

Damn. Forgot to pee. Gotta put that on my list.

To get on my shuttle, I have to leave my desk at 5:00 (latest) and run straight down. But then I can be home in 10-20 minutes, so I usually just pee when I get home. But tonight I meant to walk home, and forgot! So I was outside, in time for the shuttle, and had to pee. So I didn't walk. La-Z.

I saw on some cooking show that ketchup was originally fish sauce

Oh, I've heard that! That the name was kind of universally applied to any condiment but mostly meant a pickled fish sauce like, uh, Thai fish sauce. I'm sure that has another name. And how it came to mean the sweetened tomatoey thing was kind of complicated. I want to say I read about it in Salt, hence the emphasis on pickling.

When we checked into the hotel on our wedding night, H told the concierge, "My girlfriend's parking the car."

Which, you know, I'd never have known had he been less enough mortified not to confess. It does take a while. Plus, "husband" is such an odd word. Looks funny, sounds funny in the mouth. Implies caring for livestock of some--or all--types. Guy, fella, other half, lotsa euphemisms I like better. I'm not overly fond of "wife" either, with its load of being part of the household goods. Or I could just be cranky this afternoon.

I get very pissy when people call me Hubby's "better half." I'll be his other half, but I won't be better. (I reminded him today, while perturbed with him, that if he keeps saying "I don't deserve you," that one day I may agree with him.)

I brought Devi's ashes home tonight. :/ Yes, it requires an emoticon.

I jokingly call Beau my better half. I think it is supposed to be endearing, not insulting!

Part of the wrench of moving was the little graveyard out under the old plum tree. I'm sorry Sara.