Happy birthday, brenda! I hope it's festive as fuck!

Rainy day in SF. I celebrated the weather by sitting in my window seat, drinking coffee and eating lilac/lemon shortbread.

Lunch will most probably be one of the little plastic tubs I got at Bi-Rite, either the grilled corn salad with kale, or the four bean salad (Note for -t: Green Beans, Black Beans, Kidney Beans, Garbanzo), or the beets with orange and goat cheese.

Go beets. Choose beets.

Go beets. Choose beets.

Who needs Executive Function when you have a chorus of Buffistae to guide you.

Woot!

If you don’t make your own executive function, store bought is fine. Buffistae recommended where available.

Hey, those are four beans I have available and could assemble into salad! Sweet!

Beets would always be my choice.

Today is Fiona's birthday. I haven't seen her around these parts in quite a while, but I do hope she is doing well and is enjoying her day.

Happy day to Fiona, who always inspires happy thoughts.

Are you ready for a true Halloween horror story?

I was flipping around my streaming options idly wondering if the new Fantastic Four was available yet.

I wasn't curious enough about it to go see it in theaters, but I do like that '62 World's Fair aesthetic and who doesn't like Pedro Pascal?

Up popped the thumbnail for Fantastic Four: First Steps all bright and shiny and I clicked on it.

I start watching the movie and it's not all bright and shiny and Jetsons in Manhattan vibes. It's gloomy and outer boroughs and it's incredibly slow moving. Also, there's this long prelude with other actors playing younger versions of the heroes, that nobody mentioned. I can't help but compare it to the new Superman which opens in the middle of action and goes bam bam bam all the way through to the end.

Then Michael B. Jordan shows up and I realize I'm watching the bad Fantastic Four. The worst reviewed superhero movie of all time. The 2015 version.

I don't know what's worse, that I wasted 20 minutes of my life on it, or that it took me that long to figure out what I was watching. Definite sign of cognitive dysfunction.

The horror! (Dag, it really really sucked though. So bad.)

I don't know what's worse, that I wasted 20 minutes of my life on it, or that it took me that long to figure out what I was watching.

Thoughts and prayers in this confusing superhero multiverse. #neverforgetthose20minutes

You will very much like the new Fantastic Four movie.

We're in serious concern mode here over the impending disaster in Jamaica. Brendon's closest friend's mom and one of her sons are right on the beach in Negril, with the eye headed for them. As I feared, they are not leaving or going to a shelter. The house itself is old enough to have gone through many storms, but being on the coast, it could well end up underwater. It doesn't surprise me that they are being stubborn, but I really wish the family could have talked them into leaving.

A huge percentage of the homes in Jamaica won't withstand this storm. Too many live in lean-tos made from scrap materials. I really hope people have gone to shelters. This is just horrifying.

eta: I haven't been to their home, but Brendon has and says it is about 20' above sea level because there is a sharp incline going down to the ocean. Still, completely insane to stay when they had other options.