Well, sure, everyone knows Satan loves Lake Tahoe.
Last night I had a dream involving Intelligent Design, poor childcare, and Wolverine (who does not understand how to operate a carseat). It involved me substitute teaching in a science class and giving a week of fake, please-develop-some-critical-thinking-skills lessons on ID. (One question, remembered verbatim from the dream: "In which city was this photo of Satan burying dinosaur bones taken in 1924: Phoenix, Baltimore, or Tahoe?" The girl I called on guessed Tahoe, and I said she was correct and offered her a shovel, which she declined. ("That's okay, they're quite heavy.") Then Wolverine--a pal of mine, apparently--came by to frighten the class because mutants are hated by Creationists? or something. Then we and some teachers went out for coffee, taking the baby along, which is when I learned you don't let Wolverine try to buckle in the baby. ("The carseat needs to be attached to the seat, Wolverine!") I woke up before the coffee or the inevitable school board investigation, sadly.