Adventures in WTF

Crazy shit you see in department stores, part 1.

Straying off the beaten path pays dividends. You never really know what you can come across when visiting huge, largely abandoned department stores. They sit like giant hulks of history - their goods gathering dust. Sometimes it's just as much fun as visiting museums.

Can't think of a museum that has completely drug-addled island girls as pornographic ashtrays, though.



Unless it's the museum of sex. Which may or may not have mass-produced cavorting natives abusing fruit in the hot, hot sun.


Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier," anyone?

Bone Tired and Harmony

Exhausted but my mind still keeps running. All I want is peace and quiet, but I know I have a class to go to. This is too much pressure for my poor little mind. To top it all off, sleep is a long time coming. I just want to float away, sleep for a week, and forget about work. Plus, it's month-end time already. Thinking about all the crazy reports and data I'm going to have to come up with isn't a party. I might actually develop yet another vice. Like huffing glue. Or something.

In other news, I have successfully downloaded the entire third season of The Tudors. Hate that I can't find the appropriate subtitles.

The Tudors is a good show - everyone keeps humping each other, it's Brit accents all around, stylized and liberally twisted history. I'm told it still doesn't hold a candle to HBO's Rome. I really must see about that show.

Day Four

Nestle Strawberry Yogurt makes me feel loved. That stuff goes down smooth, with a sudden twist of berry, like a surprise kiss that lingers.

I realize it is now the middle of April. Days simultaneously zoom past and crawl by with equal amounts of unbearableness. I sometimes find myself waking up and it's the weekend, with absolutely no idea how I even got through the week.

Take today. It's unofficial hump day. I told Blitz I can't believe it's Wednesday already. Blessing or curse? I really don't know.

The Simpsons Season 19 is on rotation. It's on TV, muted. Every now and then I glance up and wonder what the yellow people are doing and why America loves them so much. I never really got past the looks. They are just too plain for me. It's an intelligent show, or so I've heard.

I have a number of movies on backlog: 2046, Die Hard 4.0, The Godfather Part Une, The Usual Suspects. All have subtitles and are ready for viewing; I find myself strapped either for time or energy. I am a gluttonous black hole of free movies. It's enough to have them ready, I suppose. I will watch them all. Eventually.