"May I Take Your Order?"

Andrea the waitress (probably her college job) reminds us that today is International No Diet Day, when we remember eating disorders and promptly forget them for the duration. (You know what I mean.) Enjoy the day as you best see fit.

Sigmund Freud is 154 years old today. Happy Birthday, Psych-dude!

PPMB

• NEWEST! Before the Deprogramming, by Kristen Bealer (Part 2): "Hello! My name is Jane Lane and I'm in the Girl Scouts. How would you like to help support my troop by buying some delicious cookies?" "Cookies?" sneered the woman at the door. "More like over-processed, artificially-sweetened slabs of industrial by-products! Go peddle your corporate poison somewhere else." Jane turned away as the door slammed shut. I guess the corn in the front yard should have been my first clue that this house wouldn't be interested, she thought with a shrug.
  
• NEW! The Dark Days to Come, by OverlordMikey (Part 1): Jake was the son of a man so twisted that his war buddies shivered with fear when they remembered he was on the same planet as them. This was mostly because he died—three times—only to come back to the regiment as if nothing had happened. The commanders never noticed it.
  
• Finn Morgendorffer 45: Quarter Past Midnight, by HolyGrail2007 (Part 3): Jane and Daria were already sorting Daria’s doo-dads. “I sure hope your roommate doesn’t mind looking at a dead horse fetus in formaldehyde,” Helen noted. “Eewww!” Jake shuddered.
• NEW! Games of Divinity (continued): Daria sighed. “Well, at least I know one thing.” “What’s that?” the Old Man asked. Daria’s grin would have frightened most sharks, and not a few lawyers. “I have a new hobby: destroying Eric Schrecter.”
  
• NEW! General Semantics, Private Angst, by Gwrtheyrn (Part 24): "What you have, Ms Morgendorffer, resembles not so much the cerebral cortex as the great control systems in the solar plexus and the spine. The paired structures, taken together, constitute the most compact set of controls that we have even seen or imagined. The number of cells involved is about a third of your brain's total, meaning that your total brain matter is about half again that of an ordinary adult human. You've got enough control apparatus in your head to direct electronic operations in the microcosm, and there are not enough objects in the Galaxy to engage the full potential power of the switching networks in your head." "So, they're controllers—to control what? And how?" "How the heck should I know?"