Tidbits on Two TV premieres

The Office.

Hated the episode. It was all about Michael outing Oscar. That would have been a good subplot, but as the main story line? No. A Gaydar detector? Isn’t that like five years old? Jim’s left the Scranton Branch? Noooo. Pam looked so forlorn and lost not having anyone else who “gets it.” The writing was superb though. There were some pearls:
1. Creed realizing that he could have had sex with a man. He’s done some wild things in the 60’s . . in the mud. A man “could have slipped in.”
2. Phyllis stating that she’s not a lesbian. She’s engaged to Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration.
3. The woman in Jim’s new office imitating his “looks to the camera.” Priceless.
4. Jim’s head shake and look to the camera when the guy whose calculator he embedded in Jello went ballistic.
5. Dwight’s smirk when Michael asked him why he didn’t think Angela was a lesbian.

This episode: C, Overall A +


CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

It was a good episode (Part one of two). The back stage of a Cirque show was interesting to see. I loved when Grissom got Sara Sidle lunch. “I got you a veggie burger.” That was very sweet and probably the most romantic thing Grissom could have done for Sara. I love that these two are having an affair. I love the character of Sara Sidle, and I like Grissom, and these two are just perfect for one another. (I know that these characters are fictional so shut the hell up)
Now for the bad news. I was incensed when they ended with Catherine Willows being the apparent victim of a rape by roofies. That's so cliche and it's been done by other shows. They had better bring this to an end to my satisfaction, boy! She went out for a drink and dancing with Nick Stokes (as just friends) Nick scoped out a hottie and asked her to dance. Catherine was enjoying a drink and turned down a drink offered by a guy. As she was getting woozy and disoriented we see Nick, (leaving with said hottie) waving goodbye to her from across the room. Nick Stokes is the compassionate CSI! He feels for the victims and comforts them—that’s his calling card. He would never have left Catherine there without going and talking to her to see if she was alright with him leaving her behind!
On the other hand it was totaling in character that Jim Brass felt uncomfortable with getting a Medal of Valor for being shot. I thought it was cute when he got the date tatttoed on his skin—right beneath the bullet scar.

This episode: B, Overall A +
This is the original CSI. Accept no substitutes

It's Autumn

A sign that summer's over?

A few nights ago it got down to 40 degrees overnight and now my basil's black. I hate when that happens. Basil doesn't like cold temperatures. I guess I'll have to start buying it from the supermarket--$2.99 for one ounce of fresh herbs. Tragic.

Shoutout

Damn, but I have cute hair. Kasey cut and highlighted my hair yesterday. It was very much long overdue for a 'do. Layered and kind of "stacked" in the back. Have I ever told you that I love Kasey? She's in her 20's and cuts a mean head of hair. She just got married last week too. A big shoutout to my girl. Thanks for giving me cute hair.

What We Can't Do

This bit of nostalgia is not for you young whippersnappers who read this blog, but for my older, more seasoned, readers.

What We Can't Do in Parking Lots Anymore
Remember when you saw someone walk away from their car and they had left their headlights on? Being the pleasant people we are, we'd call out to them, "Hey! You left your lights on!" They'd smile , kind of smack their heads in a Gee-I-Coulda-Had-a-V8-Moment, and say "Thanks!" and go and flip off their headlights.
You felt good because you had done a Good Deed. The other person felt good because another human being had saved them from a dead battery.
NO MORE!
You say "Hey! You left your lights on," and they turn and snarl "THEY GO OFF AUTOMATICALLY!" and look at you like you were from Outer Space.
Well, Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse the fuck out of me.

My yellow finches.
Say hello.
 

This spent coneflower started out purplish-pink,
and now it's faded to an orangy color. I like it.  

Here you go, Mems

This past Spring BP’s 85 year old Uncle Allen who lives in California announced to his four adult daughters that he wanted to move because, while he has a great pension and is richer than God, his “monthly output was more than his income.” They finally agreed than he could move “somewhere where he has relatives.” Goody. That left either Detroit Michigan where BP’s brother lives, or Indiana where Allen’s sister (BP’s mother) and we live.
A few weeks ago he called BP and asked if we had a car he could borrow (because he’s too cheap to rent one) during his stay while he’s looking for a house to buy, and if he could stay a few days at our house. I don’t mind an overnight guest and told BP this. But we do not have an extra guest bedroom. We have a small house--but a day or two would be fine.
BP picked him up at the airport on September 12, and when they got home and we were talking in the living room, BP offhandedly mentions that Uncle Allen will be here in Indiana a month. I turn slowly in BP’s direction, eyes bugged, (Uncle Al was sitting on the couch where he couldn’t see my face) and mouthed “A MONTH???!!!!!”
Well it turns out that he “only” stayed with us FIVE nights instead of one and he’s staying with his sister most of the rest of the time.
BUT he has allergies which meant our cat had to practically live on the backporch for the entire time, which LP decried as “unfair.”
When we went out to eat, did Uncle Allen take out his wallet and pay even once? Just once??? No, he did not. Did I have to fix his meals? I did for the first two days, then in a phone conversation I told BP “I’m not feeding that old man anymore—either you can fix his meals or he can fend for himself.” Am I a bitch? Hell ,yes I am.
When he took out the Honda, it was “It needs gasoline.”
When we went grocery shopping at Meijer’s he put “a few things” in the cart. We paid, of course. We went by the bottled water aisle and he said, “That’s the biggest con on mankind.” I thought of Verbie!
I thought of Tree too when, after he went out walking around the area one afternoon, he commented, “There are too many churches around here.” He’s an atheist and I told him that if he wants to move to Indiana he’d better get used to it.
Anyway, fish and guests stink after three days. I’m pissed at his daughters too. All four of them are wealthy and have fabulous jobs and ONE of them could have accompanied him here to see that he’s set up and has everything he needs.
To top it off, when he left for my mother-in-law’s he never said “Thank You” “Kiss My ass” or anything.
It rolled off of BP’s back “He’s old,” “He comes from the cheapskate part of the family.” Etc. BP said that I got “Good wifely points.” BFD

Richer beyond my wildest dreams

Last year I bought one share of Martha Stewart Omnimedia stock from oneshare.com.
Well today I got my first dividend check in the mail and who-eeeeeee doggie my ship came in!
The total dividend was a whopping fifty cents. They took out fourteen cents for federal taxes so the check was for thirty-six cents. I'm going to frame it and mess up their bookkeeping.