My real body is naked and lumpy and strange and I’m fine with it.

Waitwaitwait.....silver velvet high-quality leggings?

I wear Spanx while giving engineering lectures to all-male audiences. I find the squeeeziness to be really comfortable, and it keeps my posture good during long lectures. I wear corsets for ballroom dance, because it looks good, and if I don’t, I get crippling back pain after an hour.

Perhaps a little on the edgier side, SF has a bondage-themed coffee shop. http://www.wickedgrounds.com/

I think I’ll call it “Broken Spectacles” (in honor of the Tilted Kilt pub chain)

Your waiter quietly mutters “can i....can i get you a coffee?” in an accent slightly British, and slightly continental. Your eyes make contact, just a little too long, but then his glasses flash, as he turns away and blushes. He brings you your latte, there is a single heart drawn in foam on it.

Gods bless Emeryville. I used to work there.

Is there a tree or a person over the age of 30 in the background?

They had those available, complementary, at a Starbucks in Palo Alto, and I never saw them again. Yes, they were a complete pain in the ass. I couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t charging my phone, until I flipped it over and realized that, yes, depending on how your usb is positioned, you have to place your phone face…

They do say "brains"... but their beaks are stuffed with delicious sheepflesh, so it's a bit muffled.

No one's ever gotten close enough to check for a heartbeat....AND LIVED.

Not New Zealand! They have aggressive parrots that eat the livers out of living sheep!

Hey, spoilers!

That'll make one hell of a House banner.

What was it with the 80s and being really uncomfortably into sexy mannequins?

Human activities which are natural, yet do not result in conception:

Having an over-inflated sense of destiny is a great antidote for impostor syndrome. Girl Genius was the Mary Sue for the inventor girl in me, and gave me an ironclad fantasy even for the rough times.

Ah, but the last throne was made of only *one* kind of golf club. No woods, no putters.

Potoo now, potoo forever.

My first thought was, I want that as a shirt.