Ha! The evil forces at

Ha! The evil forces at Netflix that were holding the first season of Lost on permanent “Very Long Wait” status finally cracked and are sending us the first disc! I am very excited to get pulled into it, and we’ve been going out of our way for over a year to not get any hints about plot development or characters or anything. I’m afraid it will become much harder as we start learning characters’ names and then have to filter out people’s comments on the current season. Inevitably someone will write a “I can’t believe Vaugh dies!” post (sorry, Heather!) and I will read it and it will be sucky for me. But this is the life I chose to live when they put Lost on opposite The Apprentice last season. Why can’t television people understand that Mondays and Tuesdays are crappy days for television BECAUSE they don’t put good shows on then? Honestly, I’m much more likely to be sitting at home hoping to suck something even vaguely entertaining from the TV at the beginning of the week. If something fun is going to come up that involves not watching TV, chances are it involves me missing ANTM or Apprentice.

Another question for the universe (or you people): what’s the deal with parking signs not spelling “every day” correctly. I was all bent out of shape in San Francisco when I noticed that ALL their parking signs looked like this:

But then I got back to New York and it’s the same here. They even have an entire blank line where the word could stretch out into its correct two-word form. Wouldn’t you think it would take a long string of government people to get a permanent street sign created? Wouldn’t you think at least one of them would be well versed in grammar? Am I missing something? Is there an exception to the usage of “everyday” as it pertains to parking?

The office down the hall is having their annual huge sale. This business is one that sells such things as very expensive leopard print stools, martini glasses with monkeys, and jungle-themed china. Such things as you might find in your Jewish grandmother in Florida’s condo. Weeks are spent preparing for this giant sale, and when it finally gets here, the floor is overrun with distinguished white-haired ladies who wear approximately 7 gallons of perfume apiece. The result is that all of the bathroom air is slowly overtaken with perfume molecules (do they reapply the perfume in there or does it just come to life in an enclosed area?) and eventually your throat burns a bit because people are meant to breath oxygen and not perfume droplets. These ladies are also an endless source of entertainment for me. This morning I overheard one remark that she was “semi-thrilled, but not totally thrilled” with her gains, then at lunch there was a routine fire drill and it freaked all the old ladies out. The guy running the drill was giving us a run down of exits when the elevator arrived and an old lady interrupted him with a slightly wild, “I’m just a customer! I’m just trying to get down! Can I leave???”

Here’s some irregular jelly bellies we got on the factory tour while in Cali. They call them “Belly Flops” and in spite of being scary, they are goood. Also, I completely caved and bought a Flickr Pro account. Stay tuned.

Freaky, but delicious

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