Did you know that the two colors in Slim's black-and-white plastic serving spoon have different melting temperatures? And the white plastic melts much faster? And looks like marshmallow when it does melt? Neither did I. This is why she doesn't let me cook for her.

It made no economic sense to have a Chevrolet dealer on the corner of Glebe and Wilson in the 21st century, which is why Bob Peck Chevrolet sold the space for $20-$26 million (depending on the press account), but one will miss the Googie architecture, seen here, here (#4), and at 0:04 in this impressively lame 2005 tv ad. The Staples next door, with the world's worst parking lot, appears to be headed a few blocks closer to us on Wilson Boulevard, where the pet store that was never open used to be.

Slim: Why did you buy a book on Christian pop culture?
Me: It's an ironic knowing look by a secular Jew, and looked humorous.
Slim: I grew up in Texas. I can give you critiques of Christian pop culture.
Me: It's by a blogger I read, and he was looking for a one-day push in sales, so for a few bucks I supported him. He'll buy my book one day.
Slim: That's completely unenforceable. You're just revealing yourself to be a sucker.

We're watching the beginning of Double Indemnity.

Slim: Is he shot?
Me: What? In the shoulder? He's holding his arm funny. Maybe. It's not colorized, so I can't tell.
Slim: There isn't a lot of blood.
Me: It was 1944. Less blood then. There was wartime rationing.

Slim: Readin' my blog?
Slim (singing off-key): Readin' my blog... way to say you love me, reading my blog.
Me: You're weirder than a Truck-O-Saurus. A defective Truck-O-Saurus. With 85,000 documents from In re Truck-O-Saurus Product Liability Litigation.

Whenever I see a post like this, it's a sign that we're about to get rid of six shelf-feet of books.

"There Will Be Blood" (thumbs up), otherwise scored atonally by a Radiohead member, ends with Brahms Violin Concerto in D Major (3rd Movement) and Slim and I made up words for the closing theme which we sang to each other throughout the mall:

There will be blood!
There will be blood!
There will be blood blood blood blood blood!

Relatedly: IDrinkYourMilkshake.com, which would be a lot cooler if it didn't play the same ten-second snippet every time you open a new page. And a Draiiiiiiinage! MP3.

On the car ride home:
Slim: We should contract with someone to kill us if we buy a Range Rover.
Me: I'm not sure we need the additional disincentive. Even if we did, Virginia tax law provides plenty of financial disincentive not to buy a Range Rover.
Slim: There was a Stephen King short story about quitting smoking—
Me: Yeah, they made a movie out of it.
Slim: Oh, really?
Me: It had, um, whatshisname, as the head of the company. Alan King.
Slim: Who's Alan King?
Me: Alan King! He's the guy who played the guy in that Stephen King movie.

Slim: Don't forget to pick up the packages from the front office.
Me: I'll pick up the packages.
Slim: They're the knitting needles I ordered. I want my knitting needles!
Me: You just want to stab me in the heart with your knitting needles.
Slim: I already have knives if I want to stab you in the heart.

Slim ends up in the Washingtonian before I do.

Question to Chicago blog readers: I couldn't help but notice walking to and from my hotel that the Agam in front of the Smurfit-Stone building was no longer there. Where did it go?

Slim's paragliding photos came out much better than mine did.