Today at work Mary was telling about the episode of This American Life she was listening to this weekend on NPR, and one story in particular about two brothers who wanted to name their new pet dog. One brother wanted to name it Pasta, but the other brother wanted to name it Batman. They agrued about it for a while until the mom finally came in to mediate and just told them they were going to name the dog Pasta Batman, and that was the end of that. I personally would have named it Batman Pasta, but that's just me. Nonetheless, that dog is going to have one fucked up life.