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Something good that was eaten: Our favorite Vietnamese restaurant went bye bye during Katrina. As in, a very high water line still marks its facade. Sad times. There are a few places here that we've tried but there's just no substitute. So we hauled ourselves to the original location way out yonder, and Lord, thank goodness we did. There is just nothing on earth, possibly, better than this place's spring rolls and vermicelli noodle bowls and won ton soup. For dessert, we had ice cream swirled with chocolate and pretzel twists and also an ice cream flavor featuring corn, cracked black pepper, and raspberry coulis. Say what you will about the city, but she still offers some mighty fine ice cream. Still, my heart will never be truly satisfied until the reopening of this establishment, whenever it may be. I enjoyed the Battlestar Galactica miniseries a lot. I'm eagerly awaiting the first disc of the first season. It's so juicy and fabulous, and I can't believe how the miniseries ended. I figured something like that was going to reveal itself, but then I was surprised at how it did. Yay! I love finding a new favorite show. Sometimes family members go bananas. This is just what happens sometimes. And you don't know what's wrong as they don't touch their eggs or grits and they look at you like they hate you one minute and then tell a funny story about their great-aunt and her punching bag the next minute. And then you walk through the rain and say stupid things about how you're cousins through the good, the bad, and the ugly and you wish you knew what to do. You think of sending flowers to his office but do men really want to get flowers at the office? You just do not know. God-Shaped Hole is still sad. I had to tell my friend / near-family member that I am not comfortable in asking my friends if she can contact them about her new multi-level marketing business. Agonizing. It is so hard to say no. Which is why I didn't want to be the one putting people in that position. She took it well. I want her to succeed; if anyone can, she can. But the whole thing just squicks me out on a deep and profound level dating back to the experiences of someone I love in such an endeavor that make me want to puke to this very day. Favorite running songs this morning: --Run Freedom Run from Urinetown. (What took me so long to add this to my playlist I will never know.) --Old Fashioned Wedding from Annie Get Your Gun. (Featuring Tom Wopat [Luke Duke].) --American Idiot by Green Day. (This is how I run out my rage toward GWB.) Note: Something to Sing About from the Buffy musical is not a good running song. I don't know what I was thinking. In other news, the middle knuckle on my right index finger has been killing me for the past few months. I don't know if I injured it or what, but it's always vaguely swollen and sometimes turns an alarming shade of purple. It's getting harder and harder for me to use it to do things like open dill pickle jars (important) or even fasten my damn sports bra and when the massage therapist touched it when massaging my hand recently, I screamed, shattering the tranquility of the dim lighting, aromatherapy, and soothing sounds of nature CD. So I finally went to the orthopedist, who looked at it, asked me a few questions, and diagnosed me with carpal tunnel syndrome after I pointed out a few more places on my hands that hurt. (Left hand pinky finger where it meets the palm, the side of my left wrist, my right thumb knuckle where it meets the palm, etc.) He gave me a brace for my right hand only and told me to sleep in it. And that was that. I have no idea what a wrist brace is supposed to do for my knuckle, but he said it had something to do with a nerve and that my wrist needs to be stabilized when I sleep. (I told him the knuckle always feels worst in the morning.) Whatever. I think the visit might have been a big waste of time and money. And my right knuckle still hurts like a son of a bitch. And so much for my left hand altogether, I guess. And . . . Deadwood continues to be awesome. My boyfriend tapes it for me, and I catch up on the weekends. I've decided that Trixie is my favorite character. In a town of neverending tirades, I think her tirades are the best of all. And I've been feeling a strange urge to start watching Entourage since catching part of Drive Me Crazy on Oxygen for the first time recently. It's a terrible movie, but Adrian Grenier's really good in it, and it made me curious about his show. But do I really need to start watching a new show? No. No, I don't. Hello, why did no one tell me how good Something's Gotta Give is? I vaguely remember that Diane Keaton was nominated for an Oscar for it, and by God, she deserved it. She is so fantastic in this movie that I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven every time she moaned, cried, screamed, laughed, flailed, or did any other brilliant thing onscreen. Loved her. LOVED HER. Also something that is funny: Clerks 2. I have seen Clerks about a billion times but most of those times were in my youth or rather in the decade when the movie actually came out. We saw the sequel this weekend, and it made me laugh a lot, especially when Jay climbed through the drive-thru window and started singing and dancing. See also: pretty much every time Jay did anything at all. Also: Elias!
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