Buffy Bites
What is going on with this show? I almost gave up on it until I heard it was ending so thought I'd better tune to see how it all goes. I don't understand what she did to turn virtually every ally she has against her -- I don't buy it. Doesn't make sense unless Jasmine from Angel is exerting her influence.

Beck has an online journal.

I still don't have a car stereo and have come to the conclusion that Vancouver Toyota is lame and that I need to find a new dealer to take care of my car's service-ing. Bob picked up the car last week and didn't find out until then that they didn't have the right part. Then I've never heard another word. Also, a part from the seatbelts -- a plastic cover thing was missing and they were going to order that. I left a message yesterday and never heard back. Not too impressive in the communication department. I hate this stuff where you have to get mad and throw a fit in order to get customer service. It's like the lesson is if you are patient and polite you're screwed.

This morning I was unhappy to find out that both of our suitcases are broken. That would have been nice to know earlier. I have to re-think all my packing now.

Today around lunch time there was a teeny, tiny earthquake -- just a quick jolt. Long enough for the brain to process "hey, this is an earthquake" and create a pounding heartbeat -- and my well-trained instincts had my shoes on, purse in hand and braced in the doorway just in time for it all to be over. Except I thought it might be just a pre-quake and I was ready just in case ...

I have my car back and boy have I missed it. It has seatbelts but still no stereo. They didn't get the right part and I've never heard back so I suppose I'd better get on the horn tomorrow and find out what's going on.

I'm drinking some of the Jack that we bought for the no-show Joey -- it smells like nail polish remover. Is it supposed to? Raise of hands? I suppose I'd better get used it if I'm going to Vegas next week.

Lots to do this weekend. Call it the weekend of loose ends.

The question everyone wants answered: where does SPAM come from?

My words today: inspiration, love and humor.

Yesterday I started checking my bookmarks because there are some dusty ones in there that I haven't checked forever -- but for some reason I resisted deleting them. I notice that a lot of times I save something for later -- to do later or to read later -- and it ends up in the later pile forever until eventually I get rid of it. I'm trying to get rid of things the first time.

300 Hundred Reasons why we love the Simpsons.

Here's #1 - The Schadenfreude felt on recalling George Bush Sr's quote from 1992 - 'We're going to keep trying to strengthen the American family; to make them more like the Waltons and less like the Simpsons.' Homer, Marge, Bart, Lisa and Maggie are now the most popular American family of all time, especially in America.

Today is a day of cooking. I've been looking foward to this all weekend. I'm making gumbo -- the same recipe I made at Christmas that everybody loved. And I'm making cornbread and I'm going to try baking it in a different sized pan to see if that helps since the last time I made this recipe it didn't want to get baked in the middle. I'm making two salads - an Asian style noodle thing and the sun-dried tomatoes, lentils and feta salad that Lisa likes so much. The salads are mostly for tomorrow night for the potluck at my last writing class. I'm also hoping to bake bread and I'm making Bob brownies. Plus I'm cleaning out the fridge and doing my usual routine with the raw vegetables. For background I'm going to watch Episodes IV to VI. Big day.

Wow, hard to accomplish anything in goofing off time. I thought I'd spend the weekend leisurely laying around and taking my time doing projects I've been ignoring. HA HA. I can't even tell you what I've done except watch some super lame movies and went through some folders. I watched Vertical Limit on a screener video -- this is one of those movies with zero character development but one nail-biter scene after the other -- and often variations of the same nail-biter scene. Surprisingly, I didn't hate it and I'm not a big Chris O'Donnell fan but I liked him in this movie. Tonight I watched a straight-to-video movie with Julie Stiles called Wicked which was only 84 minutes long and otherwise super creepy in a "this movie never should have been made" way.