My dry cleaner knows my last name

Mine, too--I've been going there for ten years, and my sister for 24. Also the guy in the sundries shop closest to my office knows me, because I buy a pint of milk there once or twice a week (to share with a couple folks for coffee/tea doctoring). Once he let me have my milk even though I had no cash.

And the bookstore by my house knows me and my dog very well, of course. She won't pass by without trying to go in, because they always give her treats & pet her.

Unbelievably creepy walking robot:

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If I ever encounter one of these in the wild, my first instinct will be KILL IT WITH FIRE. It's like an uncanny valley centipede.

There was a clothing store in Royal Oak when I lived in Michigan where the owner of the store knew what fit me and what I liked. I rarely went by the store without going in, and I rarely went in without her saying "I got these and thought of you", and that rarely happened without me buying something, regardless of me needing anything.

She was good. She totally had my taste, size, and body type down. But she never seemed to have an issue if I didn't want the stuff, even if she'd only bought the one.

I did make soup with magnets yesterday, so that's something.

Cool! How do you do that?

I did make soup with magnets yesterday, so that's something.

Cool! How do you do that?

My question exactly.

So there's a difference between creepy and good.

I see that!

I hadn't seen that Unshelved, though I read it pretty frequently now. Don't think I was in 2007, though.

Fucking magnet soup, how does it work?

The magnets pull all the toxins out of your body as they pass through.

I saw the coolest book when we were out shopping yesterday, and thought of Jilli, and of other Buffistas. It's this coolly drawn, interactive book, "There Was An Old Lady That Swallowed a Fly": [link]

Cool! How do you do that?

With a magnetic induction cooker. It sounds cooler to just say I cook with magnets.