Fortunately, Walmart is open 24 hours, and they have a nice spice section, so now I own ground savory. My spice shelf is not so much a toolchest as it is a treasured collection of every possible spice I can lay my hands on. I must have them all. What do I need savory for? Who cares. I just need it. To have it. So that I can linger before my spice shelf and run my fingers over the little bottles and laugh uproariously. "They're mine... alllll miiiiine!!"
I took a moment to sneer unkindly at the crystallized ginger. Then took another moment to sneer regretfully at the terribly old, wrinkly ginger in the fresh ginger bin. I need to get my hands on some really nice, fresh roots so that I stop killing innocent civilians with my candied ginger. Any of you know a guy who knows a guy?
Howl's Moving Castle was incredible, but then, it's a Miyazaki. And it was romantical, which may have even more to do with me driving around in the middle of the night. 21 was entertaining and semi-forgettable; I may have to own it just for the math.
Links! Both of these are from mfree:
This is cute: It's a GI-Joe stop-action animation music video which does a rendition/tribute to John Carpenter's The Thing. The url amuses me, too.
Even cuter: Little. Teensy. Tinsey. Houses. At first you look at these and go, why? And then the longer you look, the more you just want to have one. They are wee! And cute! (And wee!)