Morning of outright luxury--stopped both at Starbucks and Chick-Fil-A. And the same guy with personality was there. However, it should be noted: one time it's personality, two times it's creepy. It didn't have to be creepy, but it was.
Me: "Can I get some Polynesian sauce, too?"
Ew: "Sure, is three gonna be fine for you?"
Me: "Sure, three's fine."
Ew: "As fine as you?"
I shit you not. And then somewhere in between shocked and appalled, I heard myself say, "I hope so."
What the fuck does it mean to be as fine as (cheap-ass) sweet & sour sauce, anyway??
Great. So much for Chick-Fil-A.
We started Firefly last night, so you know what that means, Veloute! Time for you to be puttin' Buffy back on the list! So far so good, just one in so far. I'm sure we just didn't give it much of a chance last time.
Anyhoo, YES, we got ourselves a little Mac Mini last night, it's very cute. And we even successfully connected to the internet. We just didn't blog cause we watched previews instead. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles...really? Fully animated. Why? And World Trade Center, which I wasn't sure how I felt about, but now having seen the trailer, I'm just so embarrassed that anyone went there. We were all there, do we really need a melodramatic rehashing? However much I worship the Maggie Gyllenhaal, my ability to take Nic Cage seriously dwindles shocking lower with each passing day. His face just makes me laugh. In that not-good way.
It was so worth it to take Rob with us--not only did he get us a nice discount, he gave off a very Morris-like air when dealing with the Comp plebs. Though it did take a bit to even find one. No one came near us in the computers for ten minutes, so Rob and I found a nice demo computer with speakers and tried to see how loud we could make them go. Quite loud, actually, and even better--it brought over no one. Rob finally chased one down as he tried to sneak past.
But little Mini Mac is so gorgeous (for as much as he cost, he'd better be). Irritatingly, our old Apple monitor wouldn't hook up to Mini, even with the adapter it came with, so we had to break out D's old Gateway monitor. Why can't everything just get the fuck along? It's still a nice monitor. And ooh, thanks also to Rob and iPodRip for making Superfly Amadeus Shaft's recovery possible. Yeah!
Netflix wanks finally let me have my christing movies. This weekend may also possibly be one for Clerks II. While I've spent most of my time being embarrassed that Kevin Smith felt he had to go there, after all the Joel Siegel BS (I have a great idea! Let's make a ruckus and give this movie LOTS of publicity! That always works against the film!) and the decent NYTimes review (thanks, dad), I admit I'm at least curious. Might as well just get this over with.