Went to brunch with Lisa at Venus today, which was most excellent. I asked for fruit instead of potatoes ... and when the bill came they had neglected to charge me for the substitution! I pointed it out to our waiter, but he said not to worry about it. So I have about $3 more this week than I thought I would. Woo hoo!
I've begun listening to Twilight, and at first I was a bit taken aback by the badness of it, but now I find that I'm enjoying it. There's a certain amount of embarrassment that comes with that fact, but I think there's nothing wrong with a few guilty pleasures. And -- hey! -- I can listen to it late at night (which I couldn't do with Midnight's Children), because it requires basically no brain! In fact, I have discovered that I can actually do crossword puzzles while listening to Twilight, though I sometimes have to stop to come up with an answer that actually requires a bit of thought.
Then we got groceries tonight, as we do most Saturday nights, and I have come to the conclusion that the Bicycle Man at the deli has moved on (different shift, different store, something), because he was always there on Saturday nights and we haven't seen him in weeks. That's too bad, because I always enjoyed chatting with him. And we were in Conspiracy Man's check-out line, but Shannon and I have gotten fairly good at not encouraging him to engage us in conversation, because that just usually ends in bizarreness ... which I actually don't mind so much.
When we bought groceries, I got a tangerine. I don't know if I've ever eaten a tangerine before, though I've had tangerine juice (from Odwalla) many times. I know I like oranges, and I like tangerine juice, so I thought it was high time I tried a tangerine. Wouldn't want to turn 40 without ever trying a tangerine, after all. I'll report on the experience after I eat it.
We watched "Caprica" over dinner (I had salad with bleu cheese and candied pecans), and it was fabulous. I'm afraid it's going to be cancelled, but it's an amazing show, with kick-ass girls (even better kick-ass girls than Starbuck, in some ways) and righteous tattooed Italian/Jewish/gypsy mobsters. And it has some of the most beautiful, evocative, meaningful credit sequences I've ever seen. And it has such great acting, and writing, and directing, and everything. I haven't given up on it yet, but I hear the ratings haven't been great. They probably didn't get a lot of the BSG audience, because it's a very different kind of show: more intellectual, not so much action.
Tomorrow I have no set plans. If the weather is nice, I will go for a long walk.