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So I followed the advice of a wise person and took the weekend off. Mostly. And I think it was a really good idea, overall. I needed to get out of the house and out of my head for a bit. I did quickly check my email and flist a couple of times, just to make sure everyone was okay. Everyone mostly was (whew), there's a bunch of new fic to read (not that I've left any feedback in several months, argh), and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
carolinecrane made some very shiny third season CSI icons, which meant this adorable new Archie pic for me, yay! Thank you, Caroline! More Archie is always a happy thing. I'm still miffed that Century City was canceled before it had a chance to work out its kinks, but at least we got to see Archie, Bartender Tech of the Future!, before the axe fell. I see that Wonderfalls has also been canceled rather quickly, and I add my baaaaing to the herd decrying FOX as trigger-happy, tasteless, and generally lame (again). On the other hand, now I won't have to read any more critics saying that "Wonderfalls is just like Joan of Arcadia, only good!" Oh shut up. That's not clever, it's not accurate, and it's not fair to either show.
So my big adventure of the weekend? Grocery shopping. Yes, seriously. My mother and I hied ourselves down to Syracuse (this story just gets more and more exciting, doesn't it?) and battled approximately seven thousand people chatting on cellphones while clogging up the narrow aisles of Wegmans. The things we do for kosher-for-Passover chocolate, sheesh. I don't know why it is, but Wegmans melts my brain. I mean, I consider myself to be a relatively sophisticated woman. I can travel abroad without bringing shame to my family or needing the State Department to bail me out. I can and will eat a wide range of exotic foodstuff with nary an "ewwwww" (except for embryonic duck eggs. No way, no how). I've never greeted an artistic masterpiece with a loudly exclaimed, "We've got one just like that back home, only bigger. And on velvet." And I was only accidentally almost kidnapped into white slavery in Algeria the once. Yet somehow Wegmans always manages to turn me into a hick from the sticks. "Look, Ma, them chanterelles is only $30 a pound! And they's got eight kinds of brie! I wonder if they's still got any of that there olive and rosemary foccacia Pa likes with his corn likker." Perhaps it's the close proximity of all those cell phones. I always suspected they were dangerous to one's brain.
I also went to Toys R' Us and got Barbiehilda a friend. Remember Barbiehilda? Well now she gets to hang out with Barbiethena, aka Princess of Ancient Greece Barbie. She's gorgeous and cool, plus she looks scarily like Inara Serra, so I am well pleased.
Lastly, sincebonibaru declared today Pointless Poll Day, I shall oblige, with pleasure:
( Clicky clicky! )
All righty, time to make sure the cats haven't run off with my chicken soup. I wouldn't put it past them.
carolinecrane made some very shiny third season CSI icons, which meant this adorable new Archie pic for me, yay! Thank you, Caroline! More Archie is always a happy thing. I'm still miffed that Century City was canceled before it had a chance to work out its kinks, but at least we got to see Archie, Bartender Tech of the Future!, before the axe fell. I see that Wonderfalls has also been canceled rather quickly, and I add my baaaaing to the herd decrying FOX as trigger-happy, tasteless, and generally lame (again). On the other hand, now I won't have to read any more critics saying that "Wonderfalls is just like Joan of Arcadia, only good!" Oh shut up. That's not clever, it's not accurate, and it's not fair to either show. So my big adventure of the weekend? Grocery shopping. Yes, seriously. My mother and I hied ourselves down to Syracuse (this story just gets more and more exciting, doesn't it?) and battled approximately seven thousand people chatting on cellphones while clogging up the narrow aisles of Wegmans. The things we do for kosher-for-Passover chocolate, sheesh. I don't know why it is, but Wegmans melts my brain. I mean, I consider myself to be a relatively sophisticated woman. I can travel abroad without bringing shame to my family or needing the State Department to bail me out. I can and will eat a wide range of exotic foodstuff with nary an "ewwwww" (except for embryonic duck eggs. No way, no how). I've never greeted an artistic masterpiece with a loudly exclaimed, "We've got one just like that back home, only bigger. And on velvet." And I was only accidentally almost kidnapped into white slavery in Algeria the once. Yet somehow Wegmans always manages to turn me into a hick from the sticks. "Look, Ma, them chanterelles is only $30 a pound! And they's got eight kinds of brie! I wonder if they's still got any of that there olive and rosemary foccacia Pa likes with his corn likker." Perhaps it's the close proximity of all those cell phones. I always suspected they were dangerous to one's brain.
I also went to Toys R' Us and got Barbiehilda a friend. Remember Barbiehilda? Well now she gets to hang out with Barbiethena, aka Princess of Ancient Greece Barbie. She's gorgeous and cool, plus she looks scarily like Inara Serra, so I am well pleased.
Lastly, since
bonibaru declared today Pointless Poll Day, I shall oblige, with pleasure:( Clicky clicky! )All righty, time to make sure the cats haven't run off with my chicken soup. I wouldn't put it past them.
