Is it not a soapy drama? That was the implication. I may rethink my watching though that would mean more tv, so I probably shouldn't, regardless.

I don't know -- I think the conman angle looms pretty large. I feel like it's played more straight than a soap? Or something? Keep in mind, I watched it in the middle of an orgy of tv yesterday, so who knows what it's really like. It was less sudsy than Undercovers?

Good news: After 45 minutes of firm negotiation by my husband, Direct TV is going to upgrade our DVR to HD for free instead for the $200 they originally quoted. (Sample line: "If you truly value my loyalty, then why won't you give me the same deal you give brand new customers?")

Bad news: They are doing it on Sunday and we have 48 hours to watch all the stuff piled up on our present DVR, which is, well, more than 48 hours.

(Sample line: "If you truly value my loyalty, then why won't you give me the same deal you give brand new customers?")

NICE.

I went with the duck curry. Just not pineapple. Fancy switchup, me. Also, potstickers instead of bao.

Hmm. I'm not sure I like The Mentalist anymore.

Nothing wrong with having a Friday night ritual. If you want the same thing every Friday, plenty of nights the other days of the week to try something new. Or, you know, not.

What I don't like is when they try to accelerate the process. Went into a new Pho place. "Oh let me seat you at your usual table."

Dude, I have eaten here ONCE before. The table you happen to seat me at the first time I come in is NOT my "usual table" the second time I come in. Starting a new place in this economy is hard, especially a new Pho place in town already filled with Pho places. I understand you want to build customer loyalty. But that is trying way too hard.

Undercovers is on the DVR to be watched soon. I will probably waffle some more on Lone Star, but if it's cancelled that will simplify matters. The real problem is this two seasons of Criminal Minds I have to watch before I can jump into the new season. That was kinda dumb of me to get all involved in that, but I'm stuck now.

But at least I don't have a deadline. Good luck with that, Scrappy, and congrats on the HD. It's so pretty.

Maybe you are memorable, Typo? I'd been to the Thai Restaurant twice, once with my parents, and then takeout on NYE when I had a cold, and when asked how spicy, replied with "Can't taste anything, I habe a code" "Extra spicy then! Cook will love this!" And the next time I visited for takeout, over 6 months later, the owner remembered me. And this is a well established, popular place. OTOH, he was greeting customers left and right by name, so maybe he's got one of those memories. Food is great, so he certainly doesn't need to go overboard.

Well remembering customers is great. "Usual table" is irritating. Not a big deal, but irritating.

I went with the duck curry. Just not pineapple. Fancy switchup, me. Also, potstickers instead of bao.

I put pineapple in our stir fry last night and it was a good change of pace. Though it does turn out to be the dominant flavor.

Oof, I had a long day of bureaucracy going to Matilda's soon-to-be new school to drop off some papers, then heading downtown to go to the Office of Vital Statistics to get Matilda's birth certificate (which we had not bothered to get previously. Emmett's we needed because of baseball tournaments, if you can believe that.)

On the way home I ran into my ex-minion, who I've been out of touch with. Her life was full of Drama (as it tends to be) but I was happy to see her and took a wrong train on purpose just to chat with her which took me out to Noe Valley.

So I got off there, and went to Noe Valley Bakery to get their amazing Cherry Chocolate Bread. Once procured, I walked back many blocks and waited for a train and eventually an F-Market Vintage Streetcar came by. I hopped on and it took me into the Castro. I realized I was close to Star Belly (Juliana's restaurant), and peeked in to see if she was working, but she wasn't there.

I walked down Market to get back to my going-home train and stopped at a Castro bookstore and spent a good forty minutes reading a book on scandalous sexy sex lives of vintage Hollywood Stars.

Much fun there as I learned the nicknames for various male stars cocks. See if you can guess:

The Montana Mule

The Black Snake

The Jawbreaker

Less Than Able Gable (okay, that's a giveaway)

I love that lurid, gossipy shit. It always makes me have new respect for Joan Crawford who fucked every man or woman who interested her. She was the Queen of Fuck. One of her longest lasting affairs with a woman was with Barbara Stanwyck.