19 January
So, because I just have so much time in my life, I, before Christmas, joined about the highest traffic mailing list on the planet earth, the Betsy/Tacy list, which is a bunch of children's book enthusiasts.
I really felt as though I had come home when a woman made a reference to the book "Gone Away Lake" without explaining it! She just threw it out and went on, knowing that pretty much everyone would understand it, and I just thought:
"These are my people."
Then, last week I joined the Beany Malone list (more children's books, but a smaller, lower traffic list), and then I jumped into a group read of the Little House books. I missed the first two weeks--it's "Farmer Boy" this week, which is an excellent place to come in, because it's not about Laura and I can catch up with the first two books without feeling like I'm reading them out of order.
Of course I already own the books, but since they are in the 50 unpacked boxes of books in the outer basement, I just decided to buy new copies. My old copies are really old anyway (I got them secondhand in the first place), and when I find them I'll give them to Katie.
So I test drove the Lush stuff I got from Cynthia for Christmas.
The thing with Lush is, let's see, how can I put this? They are not overly concerned with packaging.
The website is very awkward and hard to handle, and the shopping cart kept arbitrarily removing items when Cynthia was ordering (she was faintly surprised to actually receive what she ordered and not five entirely different things); the catalog is ugly and loathsome; the bottles are badly designed and the cheap-ass labels were peeling off after about five seconds in the shower.
The shampoo and conditioner, however, were swell, which is the most important part, and the chocolate bath melt was about the best-smelling thing in the world. Though it would be nice if it were a trifle easier to buy them! Actually, better for me that they are not.
I know I talk about commercials waaaay too much, but that new Tostitos commercial where the football team doesn't come to the stadium because they are so happy singing and eating Tostitos really bugs me.
Why does it bug me? It's because when they sing the song "Kumbaya" at the end, it goes like this:
Kumbaya, my friend
Kumbaya
The song goes "Kumbaya, my Lord", it always has gone "Kumbaya, my Lord", nobody has ever "Kumbaya"-ed any friend.
Y'know, I don't have a problem with them not wanting to include the word "Lord" in their commercial, in case that would suddenly make the vast over-reacting atheist population refuse to eat Tostitos in protest, or the vast loony Christian population burn the president of the company in effigy for using God to sell chips, that's fine by me, but they shouldn't then use a fucking hymn.
Morons. Kumbaya my friend, indeed...
Y'know, if Kim Rollins doesn't start writing again soon, I'm taking hostages. And when I kill them and write in giant letters "COME BACK KIM ROLLINS" using their blood as paint, and the media gets all over this whole on-line journalling world and we get a name as murderous loonies...
Well, I hope she'll be satisfied, that's all I'm saying.
Today's horoscope:
Your sense of justice or fair play may be aroused by activities at work today. Be tactful!
One year ago today:
Christine Lahti was in the bathroom? This kinda thing doesn't happen at the Oscars!
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