dream of a thousand smokers
One day we're going to take over the world. You'll see.
You've made a mistake, you self-righteous smoke-haters, exiling us from your ascetic air-conditioned edifices. Because we talk, we smokers do. At the bases of buildings from which you've banished us, we are beginning to recognize one another's faces, to exchange secret smiles. It may start with a simple "Got a light?" in times of desperation, but it will progress from there. We'll go from "What floor are you from?" to "What do you do?" to "What's your name?"
It's only a short distance from establishment of identity to self-actualization.
And then, like Neil Gaiman's cats, we will begin to envision a different world. A world where smoking is not only permitted, but celebrated. Where no one need be turned out into the heat and dust and noise, because provisions are made for varying lifestyle choices. (See? We are less condemning than you.) Where everyone who knows anything will know what we know: that in the midst of death, we are in life.
It will take no more than a mere thousand of us, dreaming a single dream. And we will make it so that it has always been thus.
You'll see. One day.
This whimsy has been brought to you by the realization that I may no longer be able to smoke while I work.
Why is ketchup called 'ketchup'?
answer to yesterday's question
Some genius at Baskin-Robbins decided to create a ketchup-flavored ice cream called, appropriately enough, Krazy Ketchup. And yes, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration categorizes ketchup as a vegetable, so there you go. There was also a recipe for ginger ice cream in a cookbook published in 1790, but it's unknown whether anyone actually made any of the stuff. It certainly isn't one of the ten most popular ice cream flavors.
got the flava: Ariel, Angela, Dean, Julz, and Charles
errata: My apologies to Pauline, who actually answered the light-year question right, but I didn't realize she'd used miles instead of kilometers. Amgirl!