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threeplusfire) wrote2004-11-27 03:52 pm
threeplusfire) wrote2004-11-27 03:52 pm
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I braved Frys and returned my weird keyboard for a happier USB one. The return process was surprisingly quick. I ended up with a cheaper keyboard and ended up with Coppola's version of Dracula on DVD. I noticed they have also released Prick Up Your Ears on DVD! It's got Gary Oldman and Alfred Molina, and is a strange, sad, scary film. Highly recommended.
It occurs to me that I haven't seen that movie in ten years. Gosh. It was another lifetime ago in my world.
I thought I might go hit up a store in the Arboretum for some random things. But five minutes of the parking lot and I was convinced of two important facts:
- there were no spaces
- everyone was insane.
It would have been faster to drive to HEB and park there, then walk to the stores rather than circle in hopes of landing a spot. Driving was also inhibited by the large, bright yellow Hummer H2 that someone just parked in the middle of a lane. Just. Parked. If there hadn't been useless security guards doing everything but moving that eyesore I would have left a big fabulous note on their windshield.
I'm thinking of having business cards printed up with catchy sayings. Like "Congratulations on your double parking, asshole!" or "It must be so hard to park this ugly damned luxury car, you poor pathetic bastard." I would distribute them feely.
Did some grocery shopping instead, and picked up things to make pastas and quiche. I wanted to make tiramisu, but the store had no marscapone or lady fingers! Ack. I'll just make more pie instead.
It occurs to me that I haven't seen that movie in ten years. Gosh. It was another lifetime ago in my world.
I thought I might go hit up a store in the Arboretum for some random things. But five minutes of the parking lot and I was convinced of two important facts:
- there were no spaces
- everyone was insane.
It would have been faster to drive to HEB and park there, then walk to the stores rather than circle in hopes of landing a spot. Driving was also inhibited by the large, bright yellow Hummer H2 that someone just parked in the middle of a lane. Just. Parked. If there hadn't been useless security guards doing everything but moving that eyesore I would have left a big fabulous note on their windshield.
I'm thinking of having business cards printed up with catchy sayings. Like "Congratulations on your double parking, asshole!" or "It must be so hard to park this ugly damned luxury car, you poor pathetic bastard." I would distribute them feely.
Did some grocery shopping instead, and picked up things to make pastas and quiche. I wanted to make tiramisu, but the store had no marscapone or lady fingers! Ack. I'll just make more pie instead.
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And parking: I came within inches of being hit a good five times, just leaving my parking space and driving the first 400 feet. Remind me to slap myself upside the head if I decide to go there again within the next month.
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