The internet is leading me to believe it is specifically a San Diego thing. Epic, Cass, care to weigh in?

It's definitely southern Southern California as a thing. Along with fish tacos. And a specific type of taco shop.

9 is a legit grown up bedtime tonight.

Agreed. But I usually try to sleep like it's my job: 9-5.

9 is totally a valid bedtime. My roommate and I are both going to bed now. I got 5 hours sleep last night (danced until 3AM) but although I got up, didn't end up taking any of the classes (I watched a couple of them). Between that and this stupid ever-worsening cold, I'm exhausted. (And she tweaked her back, so I gave her muscle relaxants and we watched Top Model (which is super ridiculous these days))

I really wish I could get my memory back, now. I'd at least like to know which of our shit is dishwasher safe.

Is there such a thing as non-sexual furries? My BFF has been taking her daughter, who cod plays to some local cons, and they have learned the word furry. They kept calling their little 4 year old niece who was dressed up like a furry unicorn a "furry" and it was really weird to me.

IIRC, there are lots of furries who say it isn't sexual for them at all. t edit But it seems creepy and weird to apply that term to a little kid, regardless, considering that it is generally associated with unusual sexual proclivities.

Thanks. I can't decide whether to tell them the connotation of the word (or possibly, the word has a different connotation in the world of 15 year old cosplayers?) But I can tell the mom at least has NO IDEA that it could be taken sexually-- she was shouting "Look, t little niece is a furry!"

Ugh. I don't even know how I would bring that up tactfully. "Well, actually...that word has a different connotation than you think, so you might want to be aware of the scenarios you use it in."

Or even "can have a different connotation." I am, as ever, reminded of the time I had to tell coworkers that they couldn't use the phrase "my box" in the title of a curriculum for teen girls.

I am, as ever, reminded of the time I had to tell coworkers that they couldn't use the phrase "my box" in the title of a curriculum for teen girls.

I think for some people creating this stuff, if they think of a bad connotation at all they think, "Oh, no one's gonna think that."

I did that in the seventh grade. I created a cartoon character: "Marvin the Tripod--our three-legged hero." Marvin was an alien who had two regular legs like us humans, and his third leg stuck straight out in front of him for two or three feet and then had a knee with a leg going straight down to the ground. It occurred to me that his third leg was kinda' like a dick but I thought, "No one's gonna think that." Of course I was wrong. But that didn't stop me from making photocopies of Marvin and sneaking them into students' desks when I was alone in the classroom.

I also made a wire sculpture of Marvin for art class.