Good things

It is finally here.



Roman Art from the Louvre

http://seattleartmuseum.org/



I've been waiting for this for MONTHS. I must be patient and wait a few weeks, as it'll be more enjoyable once the crowds die down (as much as they ever die down around here).



Also good: Sonrisa Modern Mex at U Village, where we ate for lunch. Have now developed a terrible addiction to their tortilla chips served fresh out of the fryer. (Fat grams don't count on Sundays.)



Always good: Target and Old Navy! February be damned, I am snatching up spring apparel deals where I can find them. And how happy am I that spring scarves are in? Not that I wouldn't wear them anyway since I'm always cold, but they're awfully difficult to find when they're not in favor. The timing is excellent because, since our HVAC has been "repaired" at work, the air conditioning runs ALL THE FARKING TIME in my office. Even when it's 33 degrees outside. Awesome.



Probably not good: The Oscars. Who cares, right? Everything comes out on DVD next month anyway, so why watch it and risk the spoilers. I'll never forgive Kevin Spacey for uttering, "I am Kaiser Soze" when accepting his Oscar, and I hadn't seen the film yet.



Very good: I finally found a light fixture for the dining room (okay, corner) to replace the hideous "chandelier" installed by the previous owners.



Trying to pretend it's good: Tomorrow is Monday. Woe!

Ode

Where oh where has my Berryblossom gone? The box empty, the store shelf shouts "DENIED". My perfect afternoon cuppa. Greens taste like grass. Blacks are too strong for the p.m. But this mild white with the slight hint of berry.... *sniff*

The Holy Roman Empire was neither holy nor Roman. Discuss.

McAuliffe Park

Clearly, I'm completely addicted to Daily Photo blogs now. So it gave me an idea about finding the lovely, unique attributes in my daily rounds. Problem is, like most people I work all day in a business park and have little opportunity (or weather favor) to take photos.

Plus, there are two very fine Seattle Daily Photo blogs already in existence. Then there's the minor detail that I don't actually live in Seattle!

So in my first exercise to banish winter (if only psychologically) I have borrowed two photos of McAuliffe Park from the City of Kirkland website. McAuliffe is a lovely little spot (once spring has sprung) near my bland business park that used to be a private residence and nursery, but, thanks to living in a place with above-average intelligence, City of Kirkland purchased the old homestead and turned it into a public park. Yay them!

"I was being ironic!"

I find myself in a terrible dilemma. Tuesday evenings...do I watch The Biggest Loser or American Idol?

For the past few weeks, I've been watching The Biggest Loser whilst parked on my arse stuffing my face with Milanos and/or chips and salsa. (Oh come on, like I'm the only person who stuffs her face while watching other people sweat their stuff!)

But last night began the American Idol "live" episodes. What to do, oh WHAT TO DO?? NBC and Fox even had the commercial breaks synched at the exact same time.

One could say, "DVR!" Well see, I'm the only person in America who doesn't have digital cable. Also, I never watch recorded programs, except for Project Runway, which is, of course, the Holy Grail of reality TV. If I don't catch something during the original broadcast, I just won't watch it. I don't know why, it's just the way it is. I always find something to suck my brain, even if there's nothing else on (CSI marathons on Spike, how I love thee), so I always forget about recorded programs.

I had to make a choice. A difficult choice. I have made a pact that I will stick with The Biggest Loser until American Idol becomes manageable in number. I resent American Idol for making me watching more than once per week anyway. I have terrible commitment issues when it comes to television.

EXCEPT, during the only unsynched commercial break, I discovered there's some totally hawt British Aussie guy on American Idol! Sacre bleu! First, how does a British guy get on American Idol? Second, how did a hawt, presumably heterosexual, guy get on American Idol? Third, he's a totally hawt British Aussie guy, so who cares how he got on!
Luckily, I have another week before I have to make this choice again. I requested counsel on this issue, but all I received was a half-grunt amidst the noise of Grand Theft Auto.

Tonight's gem: Project Runway reunion! Oh sweet caterwauling. Let the fur fly!