I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE Wal-Mart; screw the Evil Empire thing, they're overlarge, noisy, dirty, crowded, and filled with shrieking children. And while I was waiting in the self-checkout line, one customer wished another Merry Christmas and she said "You don't hear that very often!" Oh yes you do, and also, STAB. Pity I couldn't get anything to spike the eggnog with, but I did get Southern Comfort eggnog - booze-free but easily the best commercial eggnog I've ever had, go buy some, you'll thank me, and this saves me a long-ass trip to the only store I knew of that carried it - and a bunch of scented candles for our office gift exchange, and that means I DON'T HAVE TO GO BACK FOR ANOTHER YEAR AT LEAST.
(For the record, yes, I do believe Wal-Mart is evil, but the sheer misery of shopping there trumps "boycotting evil" as a reason to avoid it.)
The music situation at work is so dire I was thrilled to hear a rap version of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," but I have secured agreement that we can skip "The Little Drummer Boy" whenever it comes up, which is constantly. Also! The Luther Vandross CD disappeared! I had nothing to do with it but I was worried I might smirk visibly. In other semi-seasonal news, Doomsday Book still makes me sob openly, and Hogfather is a lot better than I remembered, though I still haven't entirely forgiven Terry for just forgetting about Imp after Soul Music. Did he think that bit about Susan's hair scaring guys off was supposed to cover it? Because it didn't. Anyway. I may just slightly overidentify with Susan a tad. I read Soul Music at an impressionable age. (16. Contributed to the overidentifying thing.)
Also seasonal: Merc, the fudge RULES.
Back from California, obviously. Too tired and scattered (not because of the trip, just because it's my natural state) to do a full inventory of my haul, but a crapload of manga, food, and calendars, and I got a duvet cover and sheets, so my furniture is completely taken care of and I can use this weekend to do absolutely nothing. Finally!
(For the record, yes, I do believe Wal-Mart is evil, but the sheer misery of shopping there trumps "boycotting evil" as a reason to avoid it.)
The music situation at work is so dire I was thrilled to hear a rap version of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," but I have secured agreement that we can skip "The Little Drummer Boy" whenever it comes up, which is constantly. Also! The Luther Vandross CD disappeared! I had nothing to do with it but I was worried I might smirk visibly. In other semi-seasonal news, Doomsday Book still makes me sob openly, and Hogfather is a lot better than I remembered, though I still haven't entirely forgiven Terry for just forgetting about Imp after Soul Music. Did he think that bit about Susan's hair scaring guys off was supposed to cover it? Because it didn't. Anyway. I may just slightly overidentify with Susan a tad. I read Soul Music at an impressionable age. (16. Contributed to the overidentifying thing.)
Also seasonal: Merc, the fudge RULES.
Back from California, obviously. Too tired and scattered (not because of the trip, just because it's my natural state) to do a full inventory of my haul, but a crapload of manga, food, and calendars, and I got a duvet cover and sheets, so my furniture is completely taken care of and I can use this weekend to do absolutely nothing. Finally!