Last night as a few of us were driving back from Ultimate, looking at all the former convents and Patrick was saying that most of the Plateau used to be owned by nuns. It reminded me of a post-brunch conversation I had a while back with some friends, sitting at the Café Cherrier, our minds numbed by a food coma. It went something like this:

- Hey, that’s a pretty big convent.
- Yeah.
- It would have housed a lotta nuns.
- Tons o’ nuns.
- Heh heh. A megaton o’ nuns?
- Well, maybe not that many. I mean, how many nuns are in a ton o’ nuns anyway?
- Well, there are 1000 kilos per ton, and so at about 50 kilos per nun, that’s only 20 nuns to a ton o’ nuns.
- So there would have been several tons o’ nuns in there.
- Oh yeah. But you’d need, like, 20000 nuns to make a megaton of nuns. Unless they were really fat.
- Hm, ok but if there’s a 1000 kilos in a ton o’ nuns, shouldn’t a ton o’ nuns then be called a kilonun?
- No, a kilonun would be 1000 nuns, not 1000 kilos of nun material.
- Oh yeah, 1000 nuns. So a kilonun is a lot more nuns.
- And a meganun is a million nuns. I wonder if there are that many left in the whole world.
- Maybe they have a nunometer at the Vatican or something.
- Yep.