is the inevitable James Bond marathon. Unless you don't have cable television, and then you're left to your own devices. When I used to catsit for a friend away for the long weekend, I could usually count on Bond movies showing up somewhere, but again, I don't catsit much anymore. Did I not do a good enough job? Does she never have a long ( Read more... )

I was trying on cardigans at the store tonight, since it is Officially Cardigan Season. Unfortunately, all of the items advertised as 'cardigans' only provided one button for closure purposes. What sort of fresh hell is this? I bustle pretty quickly about the place at work, and any one button arrangement would only lead to gaping and flapping. ( Read more... )

The Christmas in the Park Christmas decorations are up already ( Read more... )

Halloween was more weenie than scary. OCLC went all crazy though, so something spooky in the machine there. Do we own this book? Do we not? Oooooo ( Read more... )

All of my early Christmas orders are finally in ( Read more... )

I could remember when you could get day-old grocery donuts 3 for 99 cents. Now it's 3 for $1.29. I feel like such a wizened old timer!

Lest you think I'm loading up on donuts, I was going to buy plums on sale, but they all squished and pulped with even the slightest touch. It's worse than exploding bananas! I looked at the blueberry selection ( Read more... )

That entrance to the mall must disguise the entrance to the Twilight Zone or Bermuda Triangle. First, Abe Lincoln on a trike, now a mall security SUV with flashing lights and a beefy security guard hot on the trail of evildoers ( Read more... )

I was down at Target, picking up several months worth of supplies to ride out the zombpocalypse heat of summer when I met the most interesting woman at the checkout ( Read more... )

I don't know whether the cleaning made me feel better, or, already feeling better I was in the mood to clean ( Read more... )

I always find that getting ready to leave for a trip makes you think about the last trip. Which is why the 2007 calendar from the National Museum of the United States Air Force is hanging on my wall, instead of in my father's office. I didn't forget his birthday, just forgot to send him the gift I hauled back halfway across the country ( Read more... )