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So, I've discovered the key to enjoying Bones: bourbon.
I went out for drinks and fatty appetizers, and had not one, not two, but *three* bourbon-and-gingerales, and you know? I am liking this re-run of Bones a lot more than the first time I saw it.
Of course, I'm also really liking the fact that, in the absence of major-league baseball, I will see House tonight. And this is probably a good time to burble drunkenly about Ultimate Fighter, and Medium, but I won't bore y'all now.
I *will* say that, as happy as I am to see promos for a new Bones, I am very dubious about the sheer quantity of eyeliner what's-her-name is wearing in said promos. If you're going to have a character who seems to be oblivious to interpersonal whatever, then, you know, make her be oblivious! Don't have her wearing more kohl than Cleopatra.
Heh! But DC bus schedules *are* totally confusing! I'll give them some points for local accuracy there.
I'll also ramble a bit about my neighborhood: I live in a neighborhood that is gentrifying (not a term I generally favor, but it's the most widely recognized word for this particular socioeconomic turn of events). I recently signed on to an e-mail list for the neighborhood, and it is a big ol' bunch of, excuse the phrase, whiny-ass white folks.
I mean, really: The local grocery store is remodeling, and they have done all of us the courtesy of remaining open during said remodeling (because how much of a pain would it be if they closed? Answer, it would be a *huge* pain), and this one guy on the list is bitching because (gasp!) items are not all in their accustomed spots and dust and weird smells are in evidence.
I went to the store Sunday evening to do my weekly shopping, and all but one of the items on my list were readily in evidence. I snagged a passing employee and asked where I could find the Pop-Tarts (the only item that eluded me), and straight away, off the top of her head, she said, "Aisle 4! No, wait -- aisle 2? Somewhere down there, I think aisle 4, but *maybe* aisle 2."
And you know what? The Pop-Tarts were right where she first thought they were, in aisle 4. I couldn't ask for better service in a grocery store that *wasn't* undergoing remodeling, nevermind a store in the throes of it.
If all you have to bitch about is the arrangement of shelves at the grocery store -- well, really, you need to find more purpose in your life. (To be fair, it's an e-mail list, and unless posters identify their ethnic identity, I can only guess at it, and there have certainly been non-whiners who identified themselves as white, and at least one African-American who whined.)
I went out for drinks and fatty appetizers, and had not one, not two, but *three* bourbon-and-gingerales, and you know? I am liking this re-run of Bones a lot more than the first time I saw it.
Of course, I'm also really liking the fact that, in the absence of major-league baseball, I will see House tonight. And this is probably a good time to burble drunkenly about Ultimate Fighter, and Medium, but I won't bore y'all now.
I *will* say that, as happy as I am to see promos for a new Bones, I am very dubious about the sheer quantity of eyeliner what's-her-name is wearing in said promos. If you're going to have a character who seems to be oblivious to interpersonal whatever, then, you know, make her be oblivious! Don't have her wearing more kohl than Cleopatra.
Heh! But DC bus schedules *are* totally confusing! I'll give them some points for local accuracy there.
I'll also ramble a bit about my neighborhood: I live in a neighborhood that is gentrifying (not a term I generally favor, but it's the most widely recognized word for this particular socioeconomic turn of events). I recently signed on to an e-mail list for the neighborhood, and it is a big ol' bunch of, excuse the phrase, whiny-ass white folks.
I mean, really: The local grocery store is remodeling, and they have done all of us the courtesy of remaining open during said remodeling (because how much of a pain would it be if they closed? Answer, it would be a *huge* pain), and this one guy on the list is bitching because (gasp!) items are not all in their accustomed spots and dust and weird smells are in evidence.
I went to the store Sunday evening to do my weekly shopping, and all but one of the items on my list were readily in evidence. I snagged a passing employee and asked where I could find the Pop-Tarts (the only item that eluded me), and straight away, off the top of her head, she said, "Aisle 4! No, wait -- aisle 2? Somewhere down there, I think aisle 4, but *maybe* aisle 2."
And you know what? The Pop-Tarts were right where she first thought they were, in aisle 4. I couldn't ask for better service in a grocery store that *wasn't* undergoing remodeling, nevermind a store in the throes of it.
If all you have to bitch about is the arrangement of shelves at the grocery store -- well, really, you need to find more purpose in your life. (To be fair, it's an e-mail list, and unless posters identify their ethnic identity, I can only guess at it, and there have certainly been non-whiners who identified themselves as white, and at least one African-American who whined.)