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Note to Self...

Self, just because a company has a website, doesn't mean you have to visit it.


Second Note to Self...

Check mail for the kit I just ordered from the above site.

"What'd he say?" "SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I don't know what it is about movie theaters and people who feel the need to talk incessantly. The last few movies my wife and I have TRIED to enjoy have had a second soundtrack supplied by the people near us.

Usually, it's about what's happening on screen. Many times one will repeat what just happened to the other, as if one is blind and the other gives a running description of what's going on. Other times, we're stuck next to a couple of people who feel they need to repeat major pieces of dialog, as if translating for a deaf person.

The problem with both of these scenarios is that I can't ignore them. I've tried to up my concentration. I've tried to not-so-subtly turn my head as a signal to cut it out. I just can't 'not' hear them. I'm drawn in to their discussion and then I just might as well be watching a foreign film because with half an ear on the movie and half an ear on the heathens, I don't catch anything.

The one thing I haven't tried is moving to another seat. I've avoided that mainly on principal. Afterall, why should I be the one inconvenienced.

OK, just an aimless rant - but my fear is that no one but the buzzing bees will be able to stand going to the movie theater anymore. Maybe new releases will go the route of 'on-demand' in the home, then all I'll have to deal with is my two-year old, the cats, the neighbors mowing their lawn at 9:00pm, the Jahovah's Witnesses and the Avon Lady.

"Yyyyyuuuuummmm"

I'm a real American. I love a good Girl Scout cookie or two, or a box or two.

Having said that, I'm SO happy that I'm no longer being harassed by my local troop of 8-12 year olds every time I leave the grocery store. They're cute, but way too young to be learning how to use that cuteness as a weapon to lure fat guys like me into eating more of their delectable morsels of wholesome goodness.