I love kale and porridge but this seems like the porridge scene in the matrix: does a body good. They should send the latency committee to study the neurochemical signalling in the nerve pathways to understand how fast the brain decides it tastes like chickenfeed. Then fire the decider because it was too fast.
I can remember when the name collision on the internet was rare, now it's all day, every day. Given that my grandfather was David Smith, this leaves me with Smith and Watson, meaning that all roads lead to Ireland or Scotland, even if they involve swimming the English Channel.
