A Very Dull Adventure
Jul. 8th, 2004 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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"Nine dollars!" said the girl with 48 rolls of toilet paper in her Target bag, holding up the pan-and-scan DVD of Titanic. We're on the bus heading east on Santa Monica Blvd. "Not bad, right?"
Her friend with the pacifier and the unconscious baby strapped to her chest took the DVD and scrutinized it.
"Not bad! Nine dollars!" squees Toilet Paper.
"You know what my favorite part was?" says Pacifier. "It was so funny. When the ship goes like this." She held up a hand vertically, then pulled straight down, the Titanic sinking into the ocean.
"What's funny about that?" asked Toilet Paper.
"And all the people-"
"No, seriously. What's funny about that?"
"I just thought it was funny," said Pacifier, scared.
"You wouldn't think it was funny if you experienced it," Toilet Paper scoffed. Pacifier had no choice but to concur and give back the nine dollar DVD.
"I wonder how many rolls are in here," Toilet Paper changed the subject, and proceeded to count her rolls of toilet paper.
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All of this is to say the Jetta's still with the mechanic. Despite his promises that it would be ready on miercoles, a las once, here we are on jueves en la noche and the car's still up on a jack with the left front wheel assembly in pieces and the engine in a pile on the ground. So I've been taking the bus.
I always feel like such a poser on the LA bus, like I'm interfering with people's regularly scheduled days. Today I was too scared to pull the STOP REQUESTED cord at my stop because I felt like that privilege is only granted to people who take the bus For Reals, you know, not just once a year when their car's in the shop. Fortunately for me, Toilet Paper and Pacifier wanted off at my stop. By the time we reached Western and Santa Monica, I learned that Pacifier's husband was 44 "and doesn't have any tattoos yet!" despite the fact that Pacifier herself has pierced her nose twice. And it hurt more the second time. Way more. Because of the scab.
"Thank you," said Toilet Paper to me, when she got up to disembark. Then she caught herself. "Why am I thanking you?" she asked.
"See ya," I said, by way of answer.
*
Today I took the bus all the way down to the new Target/Best Buy complex on Santa Monica and La Brea. My ultimate goal was to get my hands on the fully poseable Spider-Man action figure I'd been coveting (since my last plan to obtain said -- Operation Get Punk to Buy Spidey For Me -- resulted simply in Punk ending up with her own Spidey and me still Spidey-free. *g*), but I ended up with the die-cast Wolverine and the Spidey/Doc Ock LEGO set.
In related news, I want to thank both![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lizlet and thete1 for comic writer recs. I've finished the JMS Amazing Spider-Man Vol. 6, and I'm starved for Spidey reading material while I wait for the next trade to come out. Liz says to read the Bendis Ultimate Spider-Man run, but I'll tell ya, kid!Peter makes me nervous for some reason. Punk's reading Ultimate FF, so I'm letting her be responsible for telling me what's safe to read -- me, I'm scared. (All of which is to say, I am desperate for adult!Spidey writer recs -- do help?)
Now I need to rebuild my bed. Quickly:
sorlklewis -- you called? My phone says 17 missed calls! and I imagine some are from you? but yet messages only from my sister and SR. Do leave a message with your number, or, better still, e-mail me and let me know your plans? I would love to see you.
Narns, Centauri et al -- will make a concerted effort to respond to Londo's beautiful story about snakes tonight.
*
In conclusion: nobody, not even the rain, is as marvelous as Scrubs.
"Nine dollars!" said the girl with 48 rolls of toilet paper in her Target bag, holding up the pan-and-scan DVD of Titanic. We're on the bus heading east on Santa Monica Blvd. "Not bad, right?"
Her friend with the pacifier and the unconscious baby strapped to her chest took the DVD and scrutinized it.
"Not bad! Nine dollars!" squees Toilet Paper.
"You know what my favorite part was?" says Pacifier. "It was so funny. When the ship goes like this." She held up a hand vertically, then pulled straight down, the Titanic sinking into the ocean.
"What's funny about that?" asked Toilet Paper.
"And all the people-"
"No, seriously. What's funny about that?"
"I just thought it was funny," said Pacifier, scared.
"You wouldn't think it was funny if you experienced it," Toilet Paper scoffed. Pacifier had no choice but to concur and give back the nine dollar DVD.
"I wonder how many rolls are in here," Toilet Paper changed the subject, and proceeded to count her rolls of toilet paper.
*
All of this is to say the Jetta's still with the mechanic. Despite his promises that it would be ready on miercoles, a las once, here we are on jueves en la noche and the car's still up on a jack with the left front wheel assembly in pieces and the engine in a pile on the ground. So I've been taking the bus.
I always feel like such a poser on the LA bus, like I'm interfering with people's regularly scheduled days. Today I was too scared to pull the STOP REQUESTED cord at my stop because I felt like that privilege is only granted to people who take the bus For Reals, you know, not just once a year when their car's in the shop. Fortunately for me, Toilet Paper and Pacifier wanted off at my stop. By the time we reached Western and Santa Monica, I learned that Pacifier's husband was 44 "and doesn't have any tattoos yet!" despite the fact that Pacifier herself has pierced her nose twice. And it hurt more the second time. Way more. Because of the scab.
"Thank you," said Toilet Paper to me, when she got up to disembark. Then she caught herself. "Why am I thanking you?" she asked.
"See ya," I said, by way of answer.
*
Today I took the bus all the way down to the new Target/Best Buy complex on Santa Monica and La Brea. My ultimate goal was to get my hands on the fully poseable Spider-Man action figure I'd been coveting (since my last plan to obtain said -- Operation Get Punk to Buy Spidey For Me -- resulted simply in Punk ending up with her own Spidey and me still Spidey-free. *g*), but I ended up with the die-cast Wolverine and the Spidey/Doc Ock LEGO set.
In related news, I want to thank both
lizlet and thete1 for comic writer recs. I've finished the JMS Amazing Spider-Man Vol. 6, and I'm starved for Spidey reading material while I wait for the next trade to come out. Liz says to read the Bendis Ultimate Spider-Man run, but I'll tell ya, kid!Peter makes me nervous for some reason. Punk's reading Ultimate FF, so I'm letting her be responsible for telling me what's safe to read -- me, I'm scared. (All of which is to say, I am desperate for adult!Spidey writer recs -- do help?)Now I need to rebuild my bed. Quickly:
sorlklewis -- you called? My phone says 17 missed calls! and I imagine some are from you? but yet messages only from my sister and SR. Do leave a message with your number, or, better still, e-mail me and let me know your plans? I would love to see you.Narns, Centauri et al -- will make a concerted effort to respond to Londo's beautiful story about snakes tonight.
*
In conclusion: nobody, not even the rain, is as marvelous as Scrubs.
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Date: 2004-07-08 08:20 pm (UTC)I'm afraid to pull the cord too.
Spider-Man, Spider-Man...does the things a...spider can?
Date: 2004-07-08 08:28 pm (UTC)In my exquisite defense, you said you'd get your own Spidey. But if you still need one, I will re-hie myself back to Target and get you one and then ship it to you through the United States Postal Service.
But the real question is: Did they have a die-cast Thing? I need Thing!
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Date: 2004-07-08 08:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-08 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-08 10:14 pm (UTC)Also: have awoken and am anxious to read G'Kar's reply, of course.*g*
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Date: 2004-07-08 11:56 pm (UTC)I should probably email da sork and explain this plan to her. I think my cell phone died before I finished explaining it.
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Date: 2004-07-08 11:59 pm (UTC)Call or e-mail and say when or where. Or e-mail and cc us both. We can go to Golden Apple too!
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Date: 2004-07-09 12:24 am (UTC)Now to charge my cell phone. And sleep! Excellent.
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Date: 2004-07-09 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-09 02:40 am (UTC)I hope the Jetta feels better soon.
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Date: 2004-07-09 10:48 am (UTC)And the new Target - very, very scary, though very clean, but the new Best Buy, oh yeah baby, it's the money!
Hope the Jetta makes a quick and speedy recovery.
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Date: 2004-07-09 06:15 pm (UTC)