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Tuesday, October 12, 2004
various weird things
T and I were in Wal-Mart today with the kids and I was picking up some dry-erase markers for school. I was insisting on the $8 8-pack even though it cost more per marker than the dual-ended 8-pack -- 16 colors -- for $5. I mumbled reasons like "the brand is better on the more expensive ones" and "with that double-ended thing I KNOW you get less ink" and "where would I put the lid for the color I was using with that set? There's no room for it!" Finally T wrestled it out of me (well, not literally; we were in a public place and all, but you know what I mean): the real reason was that the cheaper ones were low-odor and OK so sue me, I like dry-erase smell, it's half the reason I use markers instead of chalk, what's wrong with that, huh? huh?
T didn't buy it until I came up with a comparison involving a 440 engine that sounded like a 225 6-cylinder.
Speaking of T, as soon as we got home from the city this evening, he got a call that whisked him off to work for who knows how long. Not only is there a series of new fires in Yosemite, and not only is there a new arsonist setting the fires, but also, apparently, there is some even freakier stuff going on that I am not going to be sure I have the liberty to post about on the Internet until I see it in the news first. Suffice to say that it all makes me (selfishly) very glad that T is just a radio guy.
Our TV is hooked up to the antenna right now, because of the presidential debates; we'll unplug it again after the election. Tonight I turned it on to see if there was anything on the news about the aforementioned freaky stuff, and "Jeopardy!" was on. This is the first time I've seen the infamous Ken Jennings. He doesn't do anything for me now -- after all, I'm a happily married woman -- but if I'd seen him do his thing when I was seventeen or so, he would have been serious crush material. And now you know exactly how weird I really am. In case the dry-erase odor thing hadn't already clued you in.
