I have been playing too much Ratchet & Clank. I must have just sunk half an hour into this game's version of grinding-for-gold. OK, I have the stupid qwack-o-ray now. Time to hang up the controller for a while.
The job thing has been resolved! The long delay was, I have been informed, due to egregious internal miscommunication at the company. I am holding a contract in my hot little hands. I have not read it yet. It has been summarized verbally, and I certainly don't expect anything untoward from these folks, but I intend to examine it closely and settle the matter today.
I got new shoes. They are just like my old shoes, except that they have yellow details instead of blue. Crazy-looking brooks running shoes again. I wish they were more low-key but they feel
so good and they
wear down evenly despite my
horrible pronation.
I still need to get a pair of dressier shoes for business stuff, though. Ugh.
I watched three more
Losts and thought they were great.
Shrug. The audience was great, though one of our number has dropped out. Most of the rest of us are going to gorge on the remainder of season two Saturday.
( Small spoiler; actually me complaining about TV tropes again, and reminiscing about 1990s comix. )I have a mixed bag of observations about the show's treatment of things like race n sex n body types. It does some things that I like and has disappointed me in other ways. This is a post for another time.
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