I suppose leaning back is an adequately simple move to appeal to everyone in the house.

[aruan]

After all, we can't all be Beyonce.

While fiddling around with my desktop today, I found out two things. One, and the fastest way to trip your brain out, is that you can have animated GIFs as the desktop image, and two, for you Windows users, the 'Chateau' background? I've been there.



It's in the Loire Valley and has a double helix-shaped staircase at the center that was allegedly designed by Leornardo Da Vinci. What's funny is that the entire time I stood outside it, I had the oddest sense of walking into a dream and kept trying to place it. I even took a photo of it from the same angle as the one in Windows.

Been working on a fic I started in February 2002 and haven't touched since, that's exciting. Although, as always, I'm stuck on the dialogue.

Somewhat less excitingly, unfortunately, I also went to see Collateral. Wasn't bad, but I was bored in a couple of places, the "philosophy" wasn't clever or particularly thought-provoking, and the final irony of the film didn't much get me, either. However, the company, one xalxuffasch, was good.

The theater upheld established Muvico tradition, with a Taj Mahal facade and wrongly tempting overpriced food. Luckily, I was still pretty set from lunch with my mom at this place called Crazy Buffet. Mmm, Thai noodles. Green see-through things that taste outrageous. We went for three helpings and came back with some each time.

There's been "a lot" of media sorting on this end. It's really kind of absurd how much footage I've accumulated over two years yet still see stuff in songvids that's new. Of course, as everyone who goes through his/her footage ultimately gets around to, I am compiling a fandom induction disk. That's right, just one CD to convert even the most stalwart cynic. But then, you really have to go out of your way not to like these boys.

Aaand project! I hung out at the plaza near the theater for a while which had a Whole Foods Market. I've never been to one and had my camera on me, ergo picture essay. I call it, Jules Goes to Whole Foods Market, because I am a veritable fount of originality. Or you know, something.



Dude! I knew about shampoo and clothing, but waffles?



I'd not yet learned the proper microfocus (for distances three feet or less) setting, but the point of this one was the Cultured Soy brand. But does it open car doors and know the difference between a Merlot and Cabernet, I wonder.



Now there's something that'll stay in the family for generations.



I may have shed a tear. Especially since it's spelled correctly on the packaging.



Still ragingly inadequate in the face of my camera, but this. Oh, my friends, I've not come across this utterly perfect combination of nuts since the Netherlands. Almonds, Brazil nuts, hazelnuts, cashews, and pecans, roasted and unsalted. This was also not be the last of my euphoric finds.



They're called Zoinks! I hope Shaggy is living large off of them somewhere. This picture is also brought to you by the fact that I do sometimes go for the cheap jokes. *is five*



Aah, better. You can't have expected me to walk past this one. Fruity Booty! Where do you do even start with that? Personally, I like the brand name, and this little treasure (as it were) in the lower left:



Bwah! A natural follower to Crunchy and Good Provisions, no?



That's gotta be one heck of a sunburn to merit that much aloe. Wouldn't want to be you.



I didn't even know one could make bread out of millet. And spelt. Whatever those things are. Also, is it even still technically bread without wheat? It's like calling meat products made out of tofu by their conventional names.



Now that's what I call a real cheese section. Smelled like one, too.



And I couldn't leave without finding these, which will forever and until the end of days be callmesandy's Many-Roomed Houses of Wood series.

Which brings us to the find of my trip:



*insert choirs of angels singing* I don't know if I mentioned it, but Orangina is a thing of goodness and light, of pure joy. It is also very, very French. Like, rarely found on the rest of the continent much less here French. But while there, it became a staple in our apertitifs and to-go baguette lunches alike, and I've been missing it something fierce. And it's here! It's right here in my neighborhood (well, as much as anything that requires a 45-minute commute can be called "in the neighborhood.") It's such a simple thing, just carbonated orange juice (ergo the settled pulp at the bottoms of the bottles) but mmm, Orangina. Such a simple, happy thing.

Aaand coffee calls. Judiciously not going to think about the fact that by this time next week, I'll be drinking it for the more practical purpose of staying awake for the drive back to Gainesville.

Comments

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

I was so amused. Fruity Booty! They looked interesting, but good to know they serve the more conventional eating purpose as well. And Pirate's Booty! As any PotC fan worth her salt, I need me a bag of that on principle alone.

[marrymehowie.livejournal.com]

Hey, to each their own:) lol