February 07, 2004 :: 1:24 a.m.
my dog's butt is a weapon of mass destruction
I bought strawberries this afternoon at the West Shore Market. They were perfectly red and shiny and flawless - there was no possibility of walking away without some. They were "imported" from Florida, where the sun never stops shining and all the rich old people go to bask in their retirement. I cut some up tonight, and oh dear GOD. Seriously. They were little slices of summer. And then I opened the back door to let the dog out and realized that, yes, it is still winter. It is still a slippery, slushy mess outside. The temperatures are still averaging freezing-range. My car is still surrounded by an impenetrable wall of plowed snow. All of this is very unfortunate, especially when you've just popped a sliver of Eternal Summer in your mouth and as such are forced to reckon with the differences.
But they were still pretty damn bangin' strawberries, so any unpleasant pondering was worth it. If we had anything but whole milk in the house I'd say they'll be topping my cereal tomorrow morning, but alas. My mom never remembers to pick me up any 1%, so I must eschew the cereals. However, I think we do have some vanilla soymilk, and that would certainly work. Hrm.
Continuing in the food vein, I had a two-pack of butterscotch krimpets earlier. Man, they're not nearly as good as I remember. In the warm, flattering light of my memory, the butterscotch krimpet is a thing of beauty. It is moist and gooey and slathered with thick, sweet butterscotch icing. Mmmm... oh, sorry. In the harsher, less-forgiving light of my more health-conscious reality, they're just... mediocre. Kind of dry, not much flavor in the cake itself, and the icing, while sweet, is too spare and not very gooey at all. It was a very disappointing disappointment, if you'll forgive my abuse of redundancy. I feel so hollow inside, like all of my creamy filling has been squeezed out. Boo.
So, new Joan tonight! It was excellent, me thinks. Of course, I will always think that, unless or until (and I do very strongly hope it's the former) the show completely jumps the shark and becomes a crap-filled mockery of its former glory, a la Buffy and, to a lesser degree, Angel. And I just noticed that I italicize Joan but not Buffy or Angel. Why is that? Hrm. Possibly because Joan is new and not yet such an indelible part of popular culture. Or it could just be that if I didn't italicize Joan people could think I was talking about a person, or - ye gods - Joan Rivers or some shit. Whereas no one if their right mind would think that Buffy or Angel referred to an actual human person. Because who names their kid Buffy? I loved me some Joyce, but damn, that was just cruel.
Yeah, anyway, it was good. It's always good. Luke needs to stop with the Glynis smooching, though. They're way too identical to pair off. They'll just sink into insane science geekdom and bore/confuse everyone. Also, I find her slightly irritating. Not as irritating as I find this Iris person (whom the good people over on the TWoP message boards have already coined Virus - heh!), though, who is showing up next Friday to ruin everything and make me want to physically assault my television. Gah. Why do they do this to me? Or perhaps the better questions is, why am I such a hopeless nerd?
Eh. We all have our issues. Mine is getting way too involved with really good TV. And also having an embarrassing weakness for stupid girly movies, but... let's not get into that just now. In any case, it's better than nailing worms to my wall or wearing galoshes during sex.
We (Adam and I) watched the show over at Joe's tonight, because they needed to see ep 13 before watching the new one. And because they have a big-ass TV and stuff. Well, hey, remind me not to do that again. I'm very particular about my TV watching. If it's a show I care about, the room must be as silent as possible. And then there is Joe, who has a habit of commenting on every fucking thing that happens. Not during the commercials, either. It's a fun to gripe and bitch and share speculation during episodes of Buffy that we've both seen 12,000 times, but dude? Don't talk during a new Joan. I'll cut your ass. And then the other Joe invited some work friend of their over. During the show. And this woman was just... over-the-top annoying. She talked louder than Mason, for christ's sake! And Mason is like the human bullhorn. Her voice was also shrill and whiny, and she insisted on using it profusely to inquire as to what the show was about, who the characters were, what they were doing, and why they were doing it. Now, this would have been all fine and good if she'd saved it for commercial-time, but no. No. The harpy had to play 20-questions during the show, causing me to miss things and get very, very irritated. I think she sensed that I was sending her DIE NOW BITCH! looks with my evil eyes. And I'm okay with that. I prefer to be up-front about my hatred. Keeps things simple.
Gah. I really do talk about TV a lot, don't I? Damn. Well, moving on then. Adam and I took a trip to Dick Blick for Drawing supplies, most of which I managed to procure. I still need oil sticks, which the ART STORE did not, for whatever reason, have. I can get those online for way cheaper anyway, though, so no big. And we don't need them 'til like week 8. So, whatever.
I complain sometimes that my dog doesn't hang out in my room when no one is home - he'd rather sit on the couch and wait for Mom. Well, tonight I was reminded of why I should just keep my mouth shut and enjoy the clean air. This dog has the most horrendous gas I have ever had the severe displeasure of witnessing. Seriously, it's noxious, and it infects the whole room. I had to turn the fan on to move the stench around, and then eventually I lured him down into my parents room, where he is now sleeping. Jesus, it was just... there are no words. And all in the direction of my pillow, too. Bastard dog butt.
Ah. Yawn. I'm going to go play BookWorm until tonight's episode is done downloading (thank you, BitTorrent!), and then I'm going to bed. Ciao, kids.
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