The Great Canadian Superstore
Earlier this week, the Dutch Nasty and I took a trip to the local Loblaws, as it was the last day of operation for that particular vendor of comestibles. They're opening a much bigger Superstore down the road, and so this location's doom was being tolled, as it were. All perishables were discounted so we each got flowers for our lovely wives and cleaned out the ice cream section. I managed to snag the last container of Triple Chocolate Hagendaas in the place. Brownie points, here I come.
The next day, RJA, the Nasty and I went down to the new Superstore at lunch. It was extremely busy. People were parking on the access road because there wasn't any room in the parking lot. They had lost power when we first got there, so we loafed around on the very spongy freshly laid squares of sod until the power came back on.
The Superstore is stupidly large. It's ridiculous how much stuff is actually in there. It has a gym and a dry-cleaner, and microwaves and hallowe'en costumes, and a drive-through drugstore. There were no less than two people (grown adults, presumably) dressed up in costumes (a dragon and the energizer bunny).
My lovely wife went yesterday and picked up a few things. Her verdict is that it isn't that great, as the space devoted to non-grocery things leave less space for groceries, which is after all the point, and consequently there is less selection than in the other dedicated grocery stores she already frequents.
Interestingly, when we were there we took a look at the microwaves, and I picked out which one my lovely wife would like, successfully as it turns out.
RJA is demonstrating an unhealthy fascination with the Superstore. He hasn't started a Superstore fan club yet, but it's really just a matter of time.
William J. LePetomane
RJA brought in his fart machine to work. It was highly disruptive for an extended period of time.
Magic Night
/dev/null had to back out of magic night, so it was just myself, Serdic and Don M. My lovely wife was off watching the hockey game with Izzy. We only got two games in, both of which took a while, because we were teaching Don M the game and the decks employed sorta worked out that way. Still, good times. I think Don M had a good time, but of course I wouldn't want to speak for him, although I am somewhat compelled to as he doesn't have a blog.
I am going to need to pick up some sleeve sheets. I had expected that there was no way I'd be able to fit the cards from the bulk lot I bought with Optimist Prime into the one box of sleeve sheets I had managed to acquire, but as it happens I did, with a few extras. However, I have pre-ordered a box of Time Spiral and that is going to easily exceed the supplies of sleeve sheets I have on hand.
I am very excited about my Time Spiral box.
Kung Fu Fighting
I am going to Kung Fu tonight after a hiatus (due to illness) of nearly three weeks. I will be a hurting unit.
Foran Object's Amazing Concrete Pillars
This Saturday we're lined up to help out with Foran Object's workshop project, deferred from last week. It's a big job but we can do it. We're awesome like that.
Scotchtober
Next week is October. This indicates two things; one, time is passing at an unconscionably rapid pace; and two, the Greek's wedding is imminent. Extremely so.
The Reality of the Male of the Species
Foran Object apparently has landed in hot water because of his answer to the Five Names question in our recent blog-question-athon. Unfortunately the reality of the situation is that, being men, we think about that kind of thing. A man can say he doesn't, but he does. A woman can expect fidelity in action and is right to do so, but a woman expecting fidelity in contemplation is going to get either disappointment or mendacity.
We can lie about it, or we can be honest about it, but we're going to think about it, and no man born of woman is any different.
Sorry ladies, that's how it is.
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