the Dalaverse

::limps home:: First day of work. To this I say, ehhhh. I hate retail as much as I ever did. The problem isn't the work so much as the environment. I am not a people person. I'm perfectly happy to be stuck at a desk in the back somewhere, doing whatever, and I don't mind wandering around folding towels and adjusting fixtures. It's the constant happy face that bothers me, the fact that by default I greet anything that moves, and being surrounded by PEOPLE all the damn time. This was made worse when I discovered that my lunch break was only half an hour. Dr. Marc only let us have a half-hour, but I didn't hate that job. At Penneys, I remember as generally having an hour if I was working seven or eight hours, and I really needed that time to sit by myself and ignore the rest of the world. The meal itself was secondary. Half an hour is not sufficient for that kind of mental refreshment. Also, I was so annoyed that my willpower was shot to hell and I marched over to McDonalds, ordered the ginormous chicken nugget meal, and ate every bit of it because I paid five bucks, dammit. Bleah. Gym tomorrow.

Anyway, I'm limping because my right knee hurts. What the crap? I have weak ankles, not bad knees. My feet are killing me even in sneakers, but I expected that. This knee thing is puzzling.

And now, your reviews for the past week or so. Cut for length and rampant spoilers, especially the last one.

( Kingdom of Heaven )

( The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy )

( Veronica Mars: Leave It to Beaver )

That's pretty much it. I watched "Two Brothers" for a second time, because OMG SO CUTE!!!!! plus Guy Pearce. Daddy liked it, as I knew he would. He also got the expected kick out of "National Treasure," which I couldn't resist buying, or at least talking my mother into buying for me while lying through my teeth about paying her back. Both movies just as much fun the second time around. And now, I think it's time for a little Star Wars before the grand finale.

But first! HAPPY BIRTHDAY damned_colonial! I wish you lots of historical slash and elegant snark.

My dad is just...awesome. So awesome. Conversation:

Dala: Hey, are you making yourself a salad for lunch tomorrow?
Dad: I'm making a peanut butter sandwich.
Dala: Could you make me one too, please? I can't eat fast food every day like this.
Dad: Crunchy or smooth?
Dala: Smooth. The Skippy I brought back from school.
Dad: You want an apple to go with it?
Dala: Sure.
Dad: How about some of my fruit? I've got pineapples and raisins.
Dala: No, that's okay.
Dad: Animal crackers?
Dala: No, it's okay.
Dad: You want me to put it in a bag, leave it out for you?
Dala: No, you can just leave it in the fridge, I don't work till 3:00.

(half an hour later)
Dad (yelling down from kitchen): You want some cut-up carrots and celery?
Dala: No thanks, Daddy, the sandwich is okay.
Dad: I put out an apple, too.
Dala: Thank you.

Really. Sometimes life is...it could be so much worse. I'm not one of those people who says that all the time, but it could. What did I do to deserve this?

*blink* So inarticulate tonight. I meant to get some writing done, but I'm thinking better not. Next on the plate is the empath!Norrington fic that hannahrorlove implanted in my brain. Jameswank! Then a bunny from the Kiltverse that hit me dead on this morning, then once I've gotten all that out of my system, back to the no-longer-mids-no-long-OT3.

Speaking of the Kiltverse bunny, and because I'm bored, a poll and a question, if you will.

[Poll #492228]

I was too young when all these decade classics were made to really remember the experience of them, so maybe y'all can come up with a better choice.

And the question: anybody know an expensive or high-end brand of lube? Something Jack would have barrels of. Not literally, obviously. That would be awkward.