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.

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"

Wouldn't there be a Jilli-font in there somewhere?

Making soup with magnets sounds like a modernized version of "Stone Soup".