Whee! It's a fun show that only occasionally makes me grumpy. Good for the both of you.

That happened to me with Buffy when I bought bootleg tapes off some college kid in Nevada for the entire run up through S3 before there were tapes/DVDs out.

Heh. I did the exact same thing. 'Cept he wasn't in Nevada. Oh, and just seasons one and two.

Then I broke my ankle and spent a few days just sitting at home with my leg propped up in front of the TV and watched them all.

It's a fun show that only occasionally makes me grumpy. Good for the both of you.

Yes. And occasionally the sappy stuff makes me cry. Not the relationship stuff; the friendship between Bo and Kenzi.

Kenzi is the bestest.

Kenzi is the bestest.

She really is.

I do wish the actor playing the doctor was better at acting, but I mostly ignore her parts.

That makes it sound like what makes things expensive is stuff I quite likely wouldn't appreciate.

That's my attitude about wine. I like the cheap, sweet stuff.

I like the cheap, sweet stuff.

Wrod.

I've sampled expensive wines that were really delicious, but also some that were just absolutely not for me, and afaict there's no way for me to distinguish between the two other than drinking some - the way professional wine people describe wine doesn't correlate well with my drinking experience. And there's a particular flavor that I cannot stand that I don't know what to call, so it's hard to avoid. At least there are some grape varietals I know to stay away from, and some I prefer, but that leaves a lot of gray area.

I can't love Lost Girl because Anna Silk is a waste of screen space to me. Kenzi is way hotter, cuter, funner, all the things. Silk's less than average at being sexy.

rare first editions

You do, I'm sure, get that there are people in expensive clothes driving expensive cars and getting expensive haircuts saying "But aren't the the same words as in the paperback version?"

There's no doubt that a name makes a difference in many/most luxury items, but there's no question that the vast majority of the stuff I picked up and tried to put down again without laughing today had better materials and better craftsmanship than any version I have. I just...I don't want a snail clock/tape dispenser.

I fucking love luxury, but I don't always value it. And the idea of saving hundreds or thousands of dollars doesn't make me any more able to afford discount expensive stuff. But I'm happy rich people don't always have to pay ludicrous amounts of money--sometimes it's just silly amounts.

Meg was on her way back from three tournaments Down Under--Auckland, Hobart, and the Open. She did really well, badly, and then pretty damned well considering. 2013 has apparently topped 2012, and we're barely started yet. Wait--is it rude to call NZ Down Under?

She's just--she's a delight. She's 28 this year, and my biggest example of "YOU WERE SO WEE!" not least of all because she hasn't grown an inch since age 15 or so--looks exactly the same. But she's sweet and intelligent and warm, and at the point where she's earning money (children, don't look to this to become rich--it's got to be more unpredictable than acting). But she's grown up enough to be interested in "grown up" secrets, and we have a different set of things to laugh about (she wasn't out when I last saw her, but the hints were there). Now she's got a pretty decent chunk of carbonised carbon on that little finger. So lovely.

Sorry--I'm just so excited to have seen them. They were a massive chunk of my life, and I left there and them quite abruptly, as y'all know. I was running away from some very specific stuff. Not them though. Never them.

Being isolated from them was losing my lifeline to the biggest family bloc I was involved with in the US. I had a cousin at USC for a while, but we saw each other once every six months, and the rest of the people when my mother forces me to take them crushed up Christmas cake.

Still baulking, and then I'll make up another excuse for why we can't be best friends that ignores that I have a 15 year old grudge against changing her name to something twee and calling her son "One". Changing your name back isn't enough apology for that. I want a card, and some free tickets to a movie or something. Vagina wax?

I'm looking at what's expensive in my house. ita ! values: kitchens, and the things therein, but not place settings or glasses. My cuddle couch cost more than the last perfectly normally sofa price I heard of on TV. But by and large my furniture is cheap and either ignored, inherited, or repurposed. Bras are a little pricey, but pretty-pricey, just size-and-accommodate-me pricey. TV's decent, not exceptional for the sort or the size. DVD collection medium sized for a genre fan--no fancy special edition toys but an Isengard. No sound system except for this cheapo bar thing...Jewellery is very cheap. Bags are very cheap. Clothes are pretty cheap, just too many. Same with shoes--too many, but cheap.

My weakness for cameras are well-contained, and my book buying is restricted,

Yeah, if I had a bigger kitchen, I'd have SO MUCH STUFF. And al single purpose items too--fuck you Alton Brown (or whoever complains about that--many a sensible person) NSM the rest.

And google images just failed me in the field for the first time.

No, I was not looking for pictures of Obama when I googled a pretty clearly salacious term, but you go on keeping us fine people safe. And, wow--that search is different between the UK and Jamaican one.

Johann! On CSI:NY. I wonder if he is the guy. Either guy.

Expensive stuff I'd like is mostly in the linens area. A Tempurpedic mattress, expensive cotton sheets, lot of pillows. Mmm. Somday. The one label item I have is a Burberry trench, which I found at TJ Maxx for $80. It's really well made and I do love it.