Regular is $2.79 and 9/10 in Seattle. But a few of the Safeway grocery stores around here have built gas stations and are giving out discounts if you buy enough groceries. They keep track of this with the club cards. Fortunately I'm already using the same club card as three other people who don't own cars. So once it's time to fill the tank I've racked up a thirty or forty cent-per-gallon discount.

I can be a hamster!

Why are there all these laws about what you can and cannot do to your house?

I'm afraid you can't make the name "Hummer" stupider than it already is.

I can't tell which is the before picture.

This whole thing dates back to like the eighteenth century. It used to be barmaids weren't paid anything for their services, they were just given room and board at the inn in which they worked. Tips were their pocket money.

I still prefer unfiltereds.

I think a lot of people are paranoid. I hate having to use a different password for everything because everyone has different rules about how long your password has to be and how alphanumeric it must be, as if my Dominos.com account must be protected at all costs. The bank gets a good password from me, that's it.

I did.

@SW: No one knew how to swim, bathing and wading was about all people could do in the water. And the girls preferred to do it in private.

The concept of going to the beach and wading or swimming was new at the time. Something that a lot of people glaze over is that these are not the social norms for the past in general, but the Victorian period in particular. We got a lot more modest in the Victorian period than we were in centuries past, the pendulum of social modesty and permissiveness swings back and forth.

This really isn't the problem. The problem is how much money it costs to immigrate.

I'm as green as Seattle expects me to be, though my thirty-five-year-old car lacks a catalytic convertor. Still gets thirty miles to the gallon, though. But frankly I, like most people, don't like being told what to do. I've never drunken and driven, but those "drive hammered get nailed" P.S.A.s make me want to. I smoke half a pack a month but those statistic-laden anti-tobacco P.S.A.s get under my skin. And I recycle, because I'm nice, but I can't stand being told I *should* recycle.

The automated car wash is a good ole slice of Americana too. They even wrote a song about it. And besides, salmon.

I actually find that a little more creepy than needles.