Quick—what are you thinking right now?
- Diet Cherry Coke....drink of the gods. Someone FINALLY got it right and realized we'd pay good money for a can full o' chemicals but only if it tastes like cherry as in snowcone and NOT medicine. Thanks greel08 and catigerz for getting me started on my new latest addiction! 
- Boo to Raley's who had a killer sale on Cokes—ALL Cokes—and the frackin' scrubs RAN OUT OF DIET CHERRY COKE ONLY. Yes siree, there were at least 6 different types of Coke running rampant in the aisles...towering end-caps..sly little piles peeking out from between baked goods...even a bundle or 2 in Automotive (I did indeed scour Automotive as well as the Laxatives aisle (aside: this is how you know when the demographics of a store are the 60+ crowd), all for naught). Ran around the entire store multiple times like the proverbial headless chicken only to find not one 6-pack, not one dented reject not even a tab from a long-gone can of Diet Cherry Coke. ARGGGGHHH. 
- The Fall weather has been so spectacular up to now, you knew it couldn't last. Still, I love-love-love the cloudy days...the nostalgia that is evoked by the crispness of the air, the smells of falling leaves, the colors of pumpkin/beet/golden moon. Its during this time of year that I think of Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes. If you haven't, READ IT. Do not watch the movie and fer goshsakes, don't get the audiobook (if there is one). And if you read the Wikipedia entry OR the Cliff Notes to save time, I'm gonna have to come over there and smack you. 
- Agreed, gojeannie. About frackin' time that BSG is revving up! My one fear at the end of last season (*spoiler alert*) was that it was the formulaic (you know: when the screenwriters run out of sufficiently awesome storylines) someone's nightmare and they'd wake up to find the planet colonization never happened. Shore don't look like that from the promos! How could I ever doubt them after the Pegasus/Admiral Caine episodes??? 
- Ultraviolet. Hmmmmmm. Visually intriguing, especially Milla Jojo...Jovo...Jolo..you know: LeeLoo. That chick has the most amazing athleticism and kick-ass body. Period. End of story. Speaking of story, wasn't much of one. And if I was Nick Chinlund (Vicecardinum Ferdinand Daxus), I would've ripped those screens right outta my nostrils. How can such a fine actor (Donnie Pfaster in The X-Files, Toombs in The Chronicles of Riddick) (yes, I know: cinematic achievements) be subjected to nose strainers? 
- Have you ever heard of Gun Kata before? Me, neither (well, maybe badey has). You gotta LOVE Wikipedia for its Ultraviolet write-up...would've never known about the Fictional technologies and concepts of said movie. These include: (the aforementioned) Gun Kata, hemophagia, dimensional compression (flat space technology), gravity levelling and printed phones. Next we're gonna see Ultraviolet as a course at the University of Washington at Seattle. You know: the place that offered a course on The Matrix. 
- Peet's coffee. The next elixir of the gods. I spit on Starbucks. Sorry, 4Bux. The only reason I go to the one around the corner from work is sheer, unadulterated laziness. In order to get a decent cuppa joe, I have to order a Caffe Americano plus a shot or two of espresso. Yes, that's right: the equivalent of 2-3 shots of THEIR espresso to make a sub-standard jus de chaussette. Anyways, if you ever get a chance, treat yourself to the Real Deal. On the other hand, once you have that first sip, you will realize how shallow, how pale, how lacking is 4Bux so unless you can regularly get a fix, perhaps you shouldn't torment yourself. Never mind. Forget I even mentioned Peet's. 
- BTW, its all about the dark roast coffees: French or Italian Roast are Da Bombs.
- I remember laughing at the ridiculous segment of coffee-ordering in Hell-ay that was sublimely showcased in "L.A. Story" (Steve Martin). Karma: now I'm living it pretty much every time I go to 4Bux with GlamGirl. Sometimes its a chai tea latte with soy; other times, its a Misto (pronounced "meesto") or a dry (yes, DRY) soy latte. Wot the frack. If I'm picking up a coffee for her, I make her write it down. Her only savings grace is she doesn't add one of those fou-fou drink flavors. At that point, I have to wonder what's the difference between a wet hazelnut cappucino and melted Dreyer's praline ice cream. Seriously. 
The company was founded in 1928 by William Dreyer and Joseph Edy in Oakland, California. Its shares were publicly traded on NASDAQ under the ticker symbol DRYR. In June 2002, Nestlé acquired 67% of Dreyer's. In January 2006, it took full ownership of the company, thus becoming the world's biggest ice cream maker, with a 17.5% market share.
- BTW, Dreyer's used to make a Grand Light Ice Cream which might not have interested you ice cream aficianados because of the reduced milk fat percentage. HOWEVER, when one took Grand Light Chocolate Chip and poured diet IBC root beer over it, the ultimate RBF resulted: the ingredients would continuously form ice crystals all the way down the glass.....ahhhhhh. 
- Dreyer's has quite the site! There's a Flavor Finder so you can find the closest dealer (as in drugs) based on flavor of choice. You can even meet Da Man, John Harrison, Dreyer's Official Ice Cream Taster. In a way, you have to feel sorry for the poor schmuck—its one thing to savor ice cream because you love it and you only eat it once or twice a night; its another thing altogether to have to continuously spoon it into one's mouth because ITS A JOB.
Note the manic look in his eyes. He's obviously being goaded to smile by a taser off-camera. Instead of the Official Fan Site, perhaps we should start up the Save John Harrison page... Wonder if he feels like an Oompa-Loompa? 
- Okay, so when I make a pot o' coffee, the formula is (n)+1, n = cup/pot. This is a tried and true formula that Himself and I painstakingly researched. Now I find the formula is entirely different for a press pot. I couldn't figure out what it was I didn't like about that style of coffee—turns out one needs 5 spoons for one cup. No lie. One does have to wonder, though, if that formula is somehow responsible for the fact that I'm doing accounting, gardening and Xanga-ing at the same time.
Must ponder with another cup of coffee. 
- Ultraviolet. Hmmmmmm. Visually intriguing, especially Milla Jojo...Jovo...Jolo..you know: LeeLoo. That chick has the most amazing athleticism and kick-ass body. Period. End of story. Speaking of story, wasn't much of one. And if I was Nick Chinlund (Vicecardinum Ferdinand Daxus), I would've ripped those screens right outta my nostrils. How can such a fine actor (Donnie Pfaster in The X-Files, Toombs in The Chronicles of Riddick) (yes, I know: cinematic achievements) be subjected to nose strainers?
- BTW, its all about the dark roast coffees: French or Italian Roast are Da Bombs.- I remember laughing at the ridiculous segment of coffee-ordering in Hell-ay that was sublimely showcased in "L.A. Story" (Steve Martin). Karma: now I'm living it pretty much every time I go to 4Bux with GlamGirl. Sometimes its a chai tea latte with soy; other times, its a Misto (pronounced "meesto") or a dry (yes, DRY) soy latte. Wot the frack. If I'm picking up a coffee for her, I make her write it down. Her only savings grace is she doesn't add one of those fou-fou drink flavors. At that point, I have to wonder what's the difference between a wet hazelnut cappucino and melted Dreyer's praline ice cream. Seriously.
Note the manic look in his eyes. He's obviously being goaded to smile by a taser off-camera. Instead of the Official Fan Site, perhaps we should start up the Save John Harrison page... Wonder if he feels like an Oompa-Loompa?
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