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walkingshadow) wrote2005-02-27 03:35 am
walkingshadow) wrote2005-02-27 03:35 am
I love the smell of commerce in the morning.
The weather was kind enough to grant us another utterly bleak day. Jules had many errands to run, and I went along for the ride; together we did our part to keep the economy churning for another few hours.
We began at the mall, mid afternoon by the time we'd woken up, dressed ourselves, shooed ourselves out of the house. It's spring, you know! The shoes say so! There are no sweaters anymore (because who wears sweaters at the end of February? I mean, REALLY), but there are plenty of bikinis and tank tops in bright, clear colors; turquoise and cinnabar predominated. I walked around the Gap thirty times and in the end came away with four shirts, including one frighteningly cute pink thing with pleated cap sleeves. We ate mall food in a fit of nostalgia, tried a handful of other stores, and moved on to Famous Footwear down the road. There we both lost the will to live, but Jules found shoes to walk around New York in and I found two pairs of sneakers and one pair of flip-flops with wide cushy straps and a thick squishy sole. Like BANDITS, I tell you.
You can see Circuit City from I-75 if you get on the highway going south from Newberry and you look to your right. But how do you get to it? This was a puzzle we'd been working on for as long as we've been driving around Gainesville, and tonight we cracked their code. This guy who worked for Verizon ("I sell cell phones for a living") helped me pick out a ten-dollar pair of headphones that loop around my neck and stick in my ears—and have no felt for my sweat to soak into when I take them to the gym. After much soul-searching and hand-wringing, Julessold a little piece of her soul to Apple bought a 512MB iPod Shuffle.
J: The shame! The shame!
B: I'll buy you a wheelbarrow.
J & B: *cry with laughter*
Cashier: Are you two okay?
Ross didn't have any suitcases; Target did, but Jules held off on purchasing one in favor of seeing if my rolling duffel bag will suffice, with the option of hopping back over to Target tomorrow if the need arises. I picked out a seven-dollar necklace that doesn't look too much like I'm back in middle school, and by then it was nine-thirty and we said we are never going shopping again omg and took ourselves across the street for ice cream.
The plan was to order in food and watch the last five episodes of the first season of True and Epic Love in Spaaaaace, but we only made it through three of them before I got too sleepy to continue. However, one of those episodes was "This Side of Paradise" and I would just like to say, thank you Gene Roddenberry! for giving us hallucinogenic alien pollen. You're awesome. Nothing will ever top your ultimate cliché incarnation, have sex or DIE, but canonical hallucinogenic pollen was a great and generous gift to the fanfic community. I salute you.
We began at the mall, mid afternoon by the time we'd woken up, dressed ourselves, shooed ourselves out of the house. It's spring, you know! The shoes say so! There are no sweaters anymore (because who wears sweaters at the end of February? I mean, REALLY), but there are plenty of bikinis and tank tops in bright, clear colors; turquoise and cinnabar predominated. I walked around the Gap thirty times and in the end came away with four shirts, including one frighteningly cute pink thing with pleated cap sleeves. We ate mall food in a fit of nostalgia, tried a handful of other stores, and moved on to Famous Footwear down the road. There we both lost the will to live, but Jules found shoes to walk around New York in and I found two pairs of sneakers and one pair of flip-flops with wide cushy straps and a thick squishy sole. Like BANDITS, I tell you.
You can see Circuit City from I-75 if you get on the highway going south from Newberry and you look to your right. But how do you get to it? This was a puzzle we'd been working on for as long as we've been driving around Gainesville, and tonight we cracked their code. This guy who worked for Verizon ("I sell cell phones for a living") helped me pick out a ten-dollar pair of headphones that loop around my neck and stick in my ears—and have no felt for my sweat to soak into when I take them to the gym. After much soul-searching and hand-wringing, Jules
J: The shame! The shame!
B: I'll buy you a wheelbarrow.
J & B: *cry with laughter*
Cashier: Are you two okay?
Ross didn't have any suitcases; Target did, but Jules held off on purchasing one in favor of seeing if my rolling duffel bag will suffice, with the option of hopping back over to Target tomorrow if the need arises. I picked out a seven-dollar necklace that doesn't look too much like I'm back in middle school, and by then it was nine-thirty and we said we are never going shopping again omg and took ourselves across the street for ice cream.
The plan was to order in food and watch the last five episodes of the first season of True and Epic Love in Spaaaaace, but we only made it through three of them before I got too sleepy to continue. However, one of those episodes was "This Side of Paradise" and I would just like to say, thank you Gene Roddenberry! for giving us hallucinogenic alien pollen. You're awesome. Nothing will ever top your ultimate cliché incarnation, have sex or DIE, but canonical hallucinogenic pollen was a great and generous gift to the fanfic community. I salute you.
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you know, i think have sex or DIE is the only cliche DC *doesn't* have, but yay, sex pollen for everyone! i <3 crackTAStic fandoms.
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HAVE SEX OR DIE!!1! Best. thing. ever. This wasn't exclusively sex pollen—it found human hosts and made them happy and peaceful and content to stay on the planet forever; in return the humans were made perfectly whole and healthy and immune to the dangerous rays bombarding the planet—but it made Spock go around climbing trees and kissing a GIRL, so. Yeah. Cracktastic was the word I was looking for. ;)
DC does have sex pollen though, right? Right? I know I've read DC fic that does.
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