PTSD

Someone's at the door!

1. The USPS won't deliver my packages because they're Canadian. The packages, not the postal service. I want to complain, but I'm afraid they'll start throwing my stuff down the stairs. Again.

2. Twitch City is actually better than I remembered. My love for this show, which is completely insane and scarily brilliant, cannot be expressed. Seriously, the Job Wheel. That alone is totally worth the shipping and the effort of finding the post office and standing in line and the initial waiting--three months for the dvds to be announced and then delayed and then delayed again before they were released.

"Hey Curtis, what's up?"
"I slept with my mother."
"Oh? Great."

"It's beyond the realm of conventional cleaning. It needs a colonic intervention."

"Frooty-O's are not cat food."
"She likes them."
"She does not like them. The bowl is full, and even if she did, even if she loved them, even if she ate them every day, she would die within a week because this crap has absolutely no nutritional value whatsoever."
"Yeah, but they taste good."
"They're not life-sustaining, Curtis. Technically, they're not even food!"

"The job wheel is our friend."

"Hey, schoolboy! Can you spell Mississauga, schoolboy? M-I-S-S-I-S-S-A-U-G-A!"

"Well, why do you sell it if it tortures the cats?"
"Hey to break it to you, man, but we're not exactly a health food store. For cats."
*character stomps out*
"Say hi to Squirtis. Freak."

And then it gets weird.

"I need help!"
"No refunds, man."
"I need a phone!"
"Outside."
"I think I killed someone!"
"Well, you just keep that outside."

"Are you trying to scare me?"
"No, actually, I'm trying to flirt with you."
"Oh."

"He came in, he was all agitated, all he wanted was three cans of catfood. You know, I tried to warn him against it, but he was...too crazy. He wouldn't listen. He wouldn't listen."

So. Much. Love.

3. Everyone else at the grocery was buying salads and tofurkey. My cart looked like a bomb went off at an LWML potluck.

4. I can't find my nanaimo bar recipe. I've looked everywhere, and I can't for the life of me figure out where it went. I know I had it, but I haven't used it in a while and it's not where I should have left it.

5. The local grocery does not carry black walnuts. Not only that, but they don't seem to know that there's a difference between black walnuts and regular walnuts. This does not bode well for the rest of my holiday preparations.

(cross-posted)

posted by Elizabeth @ 7:17 PM