The Bright Side?

Ok, so I don't want to spend too much time whining about how blogging at the library just isn't as much fun, with the minutes remaining ticking away in the bottom of the screen. And how I can only visit my favourite blogs long enough to know I'm missing some good stuff (don't worry - I know I'll catch up when we get our Internet back). I know it's getting boring. But we STILL don't have internet!!! We STILL don't know what the problem is. Aarghh!

So... moving on.

Word on the street is that the new Walmart is opening today. Literally. On the way here, I saw my friend on the street and she told me. It makes me sad.

Onto brighter things... or at least sillier. Not having the Internet means that I have watched more tv. I watched last week's episode of ER, and although I'm not a big John Stamos fan (I just can't get past the Full House memories) there was something about him.... I think it was the way he said syntax when he was explaining, "Er, my spelling's terrible... er, and my syntax and grammar..." I gotta say, dyslexia's hot. I love it when men use the word syntax. And I can proudly say that Sugar Daddy does use the word. In more than one context. He's learning Chinese one lunch hour a week so he has talked about how the syntax is completely different from English syntax. And he also uses it sometimes related to computer speak. I generally zone out when he does his computer speak thing, but my ears perk up with syntax.

Also, yesterday I caught a bit of Martha. She had an audience full of men and I guess was teaching them things she thinks all men should know how to do. I saw the segment showing them how to handwash a pink cashmere cardigan. I thought, "Well just because I don't own cashmere doesn't mean I can't benefit from this lesson." But she lost me when she started saying that you have to measure the sweater before you wash it, and make notes and a diagram in a notebook. I generally avoid buying anything that requires handwashing of any kind. I'm certainly not going to take measurements. So no cashmere for me.

Last night I caught sight of Gilmore Girls after House. May I just say first, thank goodness House is back in the house. I love that show. And he was awfully sexy playing the blues-y guitar in the last scene, wasn't he? Anyways, Gilmore Girls. I used to follow it but haven't picked it up again this season. It just annoyed me too much last season. And I'm not sure how I feel about sharing Lorelai's mail system.' I too only open our mail once a month. Unfortunately, this has resulted in three reminder notices from Guelph hydro. Not because we don't have the money in the bank, just because I didn't open the mail in time.

I have also made more headway on Jilly Cooper's new novel, Wicked. It's kind of like Degrassi: The Next Generation for Riders, Rivals and Polo fans. But it's not grabbing me as much as her earlier novels did. Of course I'm not 13 anymore and she doesn't have as much sex in it either... Anyways, she uses the word heady a lot. Even though Sugar Daddy set me straight years ago in proper pronunciation of the word heady, I still hear heedy every time I see it. And I think that's really a better pronunciation. Saying it like head-y just makes me think of head cheese, and other stinky things. Well, ok, I don't really know what head cheese smells like but I imagine it is like the stinkiest cheese ever. So I'll still say heedy... it lasts longer and seems more appropriate to the meaning of the word.

She also has a character who is always exclaiming, "That's so pants!" I love that. I want to start saying it more often.

Arrghh... Swee'pea didn't fall asleep on the way here like he was supposed to and now he is fussing. Must sign off, even though I have 23 mintues left. Blog withdrawal blows!!!