Leaderboard

I'm hoping this means that they're getting to the root of things rather than just going by rote.

What? No. The house didn't turn upside down or sideways relative to the rest of Moperville, so it can't have been. o.O

Not to push too hard on an option that isn't the most workable...but both rideshare companies can book from web pages. You could catch a to-procedure ride with one of them and have Mrs. Prof take the return leg.

This isn't canon, we can't assume that just because he noticed Tedd's hair changed colour halfway through the card tournament that he noticed Grace had enlarged her breasts partway through. As for changes in this page, Grace's hair seems to have gained volume and Justin lost his sideburn, I think that's....Oh Justin lost his sideburns because she gained boobs.

Ah! Something we have in common (I think)! Want a little story? This tale takes place during Mrs. Prof's traveling days with the IRS (she negotiates multi-million-dollar logistics contracts and has nothing to do with taxes, in case you're getting ready to throw stones). We decided to do something fun in conjunction with one of her trips to Chicago—I would fly up there to meet her, we'd spend the night, and then we'd take a sleeper cabin on Amtrak's Texas Eagle back home. (She met me at the airport with a fantastically delicious Giordano's pizza waiting for me in the trunk of her car). After staying overnight, we returned her car to O'Hare and walked straight to the train station beneath the airport. Now, whether or not this was a Metra station, I can't say, but we rode the train all the way downtown to the stop closest to Union Station. From there, we walked a couple of blocks, stopping for her to take the obligatory photo of Willis Tower while I watched the luggage, until we reached Union Station and checked in at the Amtrak station. Turns out a sleeper cabin means you're traveling first class on Amtrak. We had great service, free meals in the Diner car, and just an overall wonderful trip back to Dallas. Once we arrived at Dallas's Union Station, we took DART's rail to the Garland station, then rode a bus to the stop at the entrance to our subdivision, two blocks from our house. We were pretty stoked about that—a trip from Chicago O'Hare to our house, using public transportation the whole way. That's going to be a fond memory that we'll pass down to any grandchildren we may have.

Thanks again, and I'll definitely pass along thanks to Mrs. Prof once she gets back from trapping feral cats tonight. Mrs. Prof has to drive me everywhere, since 1) the pain going down my leg is too severe, and 2) the hydrocodone screws up my reaction time too badly. She's having to take time off from work to get me to places, especially to the CT myelogram, since it's a hospital outpatient procedure that requires a 3 hour recovery time (they do an epidural to inject contrast medium, so there's the possibility of an epidural-induced headache).

The logistics of using the summoning spell for clothes is mind boggling. For one, said clothes would not appear on her, she'd have to put them on herself, but why would she even have that as an option knowing said clothes would be temporary and disappear after a bit. Also if summoned clothing followed the same rules as summoned weapons/tools/fairies, a good tap on the shoulder could render her topless. She's more likely to have "Get Elliot to morph into female forms with various outfits that I could try on" huh... that could very well have been a possibility for the review show, she could have had Elliot morph into a form wearing a trek uniform then give it to her to use, but she had Justin help her find one instead. I also wonder if she had "Don't summon fairies around Elliot" on there as well, because it would make it harder to hide her feelings for him with Little Nase around. Elliot: "Uh Susan. why does your fairy keep trying to kiss me?"