Night of 1000 French Knots.

Millennials or older, do you remember how jogging was a hobby in the 1990s? Now nobody jogs anymore: they RUN.

Soon to come in 2030: sprinters, gallopers, and going to hell for leather…ers.

This is not a revelation of my newest hobby. I’m still hyped about the slow art of embroidery. Last night, I learned how to do French Knots and thought, “Oh, I will do this entire section in French Knots!”  So far, I’ve French knotted a surface measuring 1.5″x1.5″, and it’s taken me at least five hours.

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Theoretical binge eating.

Yesterday, a hypothetical question circulated at work.

“What is the largest food item you could eat 600 of?”

It wasn’t even me who came up with the question. My answer was among the most conservative:

“Blueberries. Preferably freeze-dried.”

Of course, I questioned the amount chosen. 600? Daniel explained that it was because 600 was a lot of anything. Grains of rice? That’s still a fair amount of rice.

The others were overly confident in their ability to eat massive amounts of:

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