OK. That's just weird. Apparently Bruce and I had the exact same experience at Best Buy yesterday. Our store only got one copy of that DVD as well and I too spent about 20 minutes clawing through piles of Special Interest Crap to find it. It's well worth the digging though. Eddie Izzard is amazing!
11.27.2002
Not having a real kitchen or counterspace makes decisions so much easier. Witness my inner dialogue at the bakery this morning:
"Coffee need coffee need to remember to stop at store tonight to buy things to make for Thanksgiving tomorrow... what am I going to make and the store is going to be so crowded and I don't have an oven or really anywhere to cook non-cooked things... perhaps I can make deviled eggs on the coffee table but I don't have a big fridge to store them in and the cats will just eat them and hey - pumpkin cheesecake for 20 bucks!"
And thus yet another problem was solved before coffee. Call me Martha Stewart, yo.
"Coffee need coffee need to remember to stop at store tonight to buy things to make for Thanksgiving tomorrow... what am I going to make and the store is going to be so crowded and I don't have an oven or really anywhere to cook non-cooked things... perhaps I can make deviled eggs on the coffee table but I don't have a big fridge to store them in and the cats will just eat them and hey - pumpkin cheesecake for 20 bucks!"
And thus yet another problem was solved before coffee. Call me Martha Stewart, yo.
11.24.2002
I have to admit. I hate Sonic. I think their food is disgusting and greasy and I can never figure out if I'm supposed to tip the people who bring the food to my car. Why can't they just let me drive-through and throw a bag out the window like every other fast food place in America? But, Sonic is the only place that will give me Route 44 Cherry Limeade, so I am forced to deal.
And as I was driving home from BookPeople tonight when I was hit hard and fast by a craving for a Sonic Route 44 Cherry Limeade.
It's Bear's fault.
I would never have tried the drink if not for Bear. I remember listening to Bear and Brett trying to sway me about Sonic. That Sonic was tasty. That Sonic was yum. But Bear -- Bear spoke of the Route 44 Cherry Limeade with such a moaning whimper of reverence that I had to try it. And he was right. It is the drink of the gods.
And on those occasions when the craving arises, it's still Bear's voice I hear. Reverent. Whispering. "Route 44 Cherry Limeade"
Just another one of those moments when I grin at the way someone distant still manages to touch my life. :)
And as I was driving home from BookPeople tonight when I was hit hard and fast by a craving for a Sonic Route 44 Cherry Limeade.
It's Bear's fault.
I would never have tried the drink if not for Bear. I remember listening to Bear and Brett trying to sway me about Sonic. That Sonic was tasty. That Sonic was yum. But Bear -- Bear spoke of the Route 44 Cherry Limeade with such a moaning whimper of reverence that I had to try it. And he was right. It is the drink of the gods.
And on those occasions when the craving arises, it's still Bear's voice I hear. Reverent. Whispering. "Route 44 Cherry Limeade"
Just another one of those moments when I grin at the way someone distant still manages to touch my life. :)
11.21.2002
I can't figure out what I'm more ashamed of.
That I have a Pink song stuck in my head today.
Or that out of sheer boredom I watched the last 10 minutes of "The Bachelor" last night.
You be the judge.
That I have a Pink song stuck in my head today.
Or that out of sheer boredom I watched the last 10 minutes of "The Bachelor" last night.
You be the judge.
11.20.2002
I walked into Petsmart tonight to grab a couple bags of cat food for the boys and, as always, glanced in the adopt-a-pet cages as I scooted past. She was sitting quietly, but when she caught my eye, her mouth opened in a silent mew and she stuck her paws through the cage at me. I took a sharp left and scooted in the glass door to the cages. I never know if you're supposed to just walk in to pet the cats, but then again, I don't really care and do it anyway.
She was little, maybe a few months old. Brown and black striped tabby, she pulled at my fingers through the metal cage, purring loud over the air conditioning and nuzzling my hand so hard she flipped herself over backwards a few times - and hopped back up to start again. I told her she was a sweet, adorable kitty, but that I couldn't take in another and as sweet as she was she was sure to be adopted soon. She batted at my fingers and meowed as I pushed up the papers dangling from the cage door to read her name.
It was Fawn.
I stayed to play with her for another 10 minutes, all the time hoping no one would walk in and find me crying over the kitten cages in the middle of the Petsmart.
She was little, maybe a few months old. Brown and black striped tabby, she pulled at my fingers through the metal cage, purring loud over the air conditioning and nuzzling my hand so hard she flipped herself over backwards a few times - and hopped back up to start again. I told her she was a sweet, adorable kitty, but that I couldn't take in another and as sweet as she was she was sure to be adopted soon. She batted at my fingers and meowed as I pushed up the papers dangling from the cage door to read her name.
It was Fawn.
I stayed to play with her for another 10 minutes, all the time hoping no one would walk in and find me crying over the kitten cages in the middle of the Petsmart.
