I'm at the opera, waiting for Sweeney Todd, and someone in the building has a network called YavinIV. Nerd alert.

Today I downloaded Goat Simulator for my iPad. Right now my youngest son is playing. Right now he's gathering humans to sacrifice to Satan or a demon-goat or something.

Who has two thumbs and two bags of Baconesque popcorn? This guy. Because I couldn't find it at all last time and actually thought I was missing out again this time but it was all on display up by the registers (where I thought I looked before i got in line, but I guess not. Anyway, my habitual checking out of the chocolates up there paid off) so scarcity mentality had set in. Also beet hummus, but only one of those.

Then I stopped at Frappuccino Happy Hour on the way home and that seems to have satiated the hunger that was propelling my grocery shopping. Ah well, if history is anything to go by I'll be hungry again before too long.

Y'all are making me think my car is uncommunicative about its needs. It can't help it, that generation is like that

I''m telling.

If you do, I will know, because my mother will be asking my why Aunt J knew and she didn't. The older generation will rat you out every time.

My daughter just behaved like a demon in a restaurant. I am so glad she's gone to bed, and I hope she sleeps in.

My car is very primitive. I'm not sure I'd want something else making demands of me. Mr Peabody's dog biscuit habit is bad enough.

If my car knew whether I should change the oil every three months or wait until I've actually driven 3000 miles I would like for it to tell me. I think.

You know, I just remembered that last time the Check Engine light came on there was actually something wrong that checking the engine found that I otherwise would never have known about. So it does tell me its needs sometimes.

I haven't been to TJ's in forever. Maybe this weekend?? I have a lot on my to-do list, though. Including helping my mother gather old paint to bring to the DPW. A classic conversation between us:
Me: I bet they open early
Her: I don't know... let's go check. Yeah, see? They don't open until 9.
Me: That's early!!!

I have had uncommunicative cars. It's nice to have one where they can plug in and find out what's wrong. I don't think I want one that's constantly whining at me, though. I didn't have kids for a reason.

Good thing I already know Sweeney, since the people behind me spelled out the plot of the second act as soon as the curtain went up for intermission. Opera people are weird.

Well, most of the stories are a hundred or more years old, I guess they figure the spoilers are already out there.