Hometown had Jewel-Osco for a while. Used to be a Skaggs Alpha Beta (oh, god that reminded me: we used to refer to the sort of middle-to-late aged women who shopped in frumpy, torn and stained sweats with birdsnest hair "skaggs". So funny and horrible. Especially since as an adult? I totally get those women.)

Walmart has driven all but Albertson's and a few smallish discount non-chains out.

So I'm watching the Republican debate on tape delay, and I have to say how refreshing it is to listen to politicians who seem thoughtful and knowledgable. Even when they're lying, at least they aren't smirking idiots.

I just lemon-oiled my oak window shelf (handmade! Never again! Hardwoods are HARD) and I keep going over to sniff it. Oak+ lemon oil is just such a warm and lovely scent. I'd forgotten that we used lemon oil on oak until I was at my parents', with their new shelves. I've been depriving myself of this for a decade because I forgot?

Shameful.

And I think I'm probably going to end up going overboard, lemon oiling everything possible in the next week or two. Well, at least everything does need a thorough dusting...

Supposedly in LA it's 187, but I don't know if that's even true. Everything I know about murder codes, I learned from Snoop Dogg.

1-8-7, Murder-Death-Kill. I learned that from Demolition Man.

Heh.

Am I seriously the only person who remembers, "Yeah, and you don't stop -- cuz it's 187 on an undercover cop"??

I totally remember the song. But whenever I hear 187, my mind always goes straight to Demolition Man. It often does the same thing with Taco Bell.

Does Rudy Giuliani have veneers on his teeth or ill-fitting dentures or something? He's got that lispy thing. Like Elliot Yamin now.

I totally remember the song.

Phew. I'm pretty sure the only time I saw Demolition Man, it was with a boy, so I was distracted.

I have an unhealthy love for Demolition Man.

I should watch it again someday.