Damn You Best Buy

Best Buy is out of West Wing season 3. They can't, apparently, offer a refund for defective material. They can do a store credit, but they don't have any in stock and don't have any on order. The nearest store that has one is in Gatineau. And they don't know how to get there, although they are willing to print off the most unhelpful map you've ever seen from their website for you.

Not impressed with Best Buy right now. I want my President Bartlett. (Ok, technically, I want my Donna Moss, but you get the idea.)

Just back from Kung Fu. Lots and lots of footwork and conditioning drills, which is somewhat redundant as footwork is itself good conditioning. Then, in weapons, more footwork. I am a tired unit. Among the drills was a fun one in which one person uses a pool noodle to simulate a baseball bat, from which the other person, unarmed, has to escape and evade. The nice thing about a pool noodle is that you can really get a good thwack out of it without hurting someone. Very therapeutic.

I find that I am very impressed with the quality of material coming out of the blogs on my sidebar. We are a very talented bunch, it seems. Who knew?

Still hot as nobody's business. A friend from Venezuela told me today that it was hotter today than he remembers it being back home. The caveat is that he lives in the mountains, so you get some wind, but still. That's hot.

RJA is still crazy.