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Arp! Arp arp arp!

Sure, but we've known that about you for years.

So, I see you traded Rimmer the cart of shineys for replicator instructions.

It's like the old saying has it: give a panda a fish, and he's happy for the afternoon. Give him full replicator access, and he's liable to pop.
Give a man a fish, and you'll feed him for day.
Teach a man to fish, and you'll feed him for life.
Teach a man to fish with dynamite, and you'll have a countryside littered with small pieces of fish.
Teach a man to fish with dynamite

Or, indeed, teach triplets.. ^_^

Teach a man to fish, and you'll feed him for life.

If short of time, the same is also true of setting him on fire.
An excellent film. I was the only one in the theater who recognized the grenade immediately and laughed, while everyone else still thought it was a flashlight.
It came down to, more or less, a choice between two sushi emporia - one I know to be good (Ray's, in Hayward), and one more recent one (Tomodachi, somewhere also in that neighborhood). As I couldn't really compare the two, said friend suggested we hit both. ^_^;

Thursday, meanwhile, wound up being my introductory visit to a place I'd heard good things about, but never actually got along to - Memphis Minnie's, down in the Lower Haight. We'd originally met up in the Magnolia Cafe, but I'd forgotten that it's not really the quietest of venues, so conversation had to be with raised (in the good way :) voices.. mentioning said barbecue joint - which we only just reached in time, closing at what I still feel is an early hour for dinner to finish, at 10pm - swung the matter decisively. Mmm, good stuff.. we both went with the beef brisket, smoked for 18 hours. Plenty of really good meat, very good sauces, and even the sides (in my case, beans and potato salad) were well worth polishing off.
What about that tiny place in Los Gatos we used to go to? I haven't been there since 2001. It's so small that the menu is written on the wall behind the seats backwards, so to read it you have to use a mirror on the opposite wall.

Hee! Oh, that was a fun little (literally!) place. Maybe I'll wander down that way sometime and see if they're still there, and wave to the old offices. :)