Nothing earth-shattering here...

They've been having sushi in the cafeteria on Tuesdays. I get in the infernally long line, and just when I think I've squeezed all the entertainment value out of the experience by finding out how they make some of that stuff, it gets better. The girl that's two ahead of me in line asks for tartar sauce. Confusion ensued. Tartar sauce is probably about as un-Asian as you can get, and she was unable to make the woman behind the counter understand what the heck it was. The girl directly in front of me told her that there were condiments outside the cafeteria. The sick puppy in me wonders exactly what sushi tastes like with tartar sauce, now.

In other news, the guy who looks favorable to win Creepy Evil Advisor of the Year has been named Pope, apparently on the strength that he'll die soon. I was kinda hoping for the black guy to get it.