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trinityofone) wrote2005-08-21 12:33 pm
trinityofone) wrote2005-08-21 12:33 pm
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- spazatron on the phone
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Watching Friday's SGA with my mom was a bad idea. I should have known this; she (and I can't really blame her for this) spent the entire episode asking "Who's that?" "What's that guy's job?" "Is that the guy you told me about?" She also spent a lot of time remarking on the stupidity of Rodney's persistence with the bomb, and I can't really blame her for that either--could it have been more transparently set up as a REALLY BAD IDEA? I'm not talking about from the characters' perspectives, but for the audience--I think the whole episode would have been a lot better if it had seemed like there was some possibility that everyone wasn't going to get massively screwed. Even a fraction of a second of hope--but I never felt a whisper.
But back to my mom: questions and observations aside, did she really half to talk on the phone--to my dad--who was on his way home--non stop, in the same room as me, for the last twenty minutes? I mean, c'mon. TV watchin' time is sacred, yo.
That said, some of her comments on the characters were hilarious.
ZELENKA: "Ooh, who's he? I like him." "Where's the Czech guy? I like the Czech guy." "He really ought to listen to the Czech guy."
WEIR: "I don't like her. She's cold."
RONON: "Well, he's pretty. And dumb." "He is really pretty. Too bad he's so stupid."
CALDWELL: "Who's he? Have I seen him somewhere before?" (Oh, only on the show I watched for nine years.)
MCKAY: "He's not going to win the Nobel prize--the Czech guy should!" (What can I say; she really liked Zelenka.)
In other news, B&N has done something really regrettable: they've instituted a $1 sale. This means that there's a massive table filled with shitty books that our customers are pouncing on like rare pearls. And oh my God, these people are VULTURES. I had to go in early last night because we were so overwhelmed with bargain-hunters. And these people get unreasonably angry, too. They'll bring, like, a $50 art book to the register and expect it to be $1 because they found it on the $1 table. Then they'll be some variation on this conversation:
Me: I'm sorry, this isn't actually $1.
Vulture-Consumer: It was on the $1 table.
Me: It doesn't have a dollar sticker on it and it's not coming up in the computer as being $1. I'm sorry.
VC: But it was on the $1 table!
Me: People pick things up from other areas of the store and put them down there. I'm really sorry.
VC: Well! That's extremely misleading.
VC huffily pays for crappy thriller or outdated book about birds/tying knots/minor eastern religious sect.
On the plus side, yesterday brought about another B&N Celebrity Encounter (TM)--William H. Macy! He was with his small daughter, and he bought this John Lithgow children's book, and an If You Give a Mouse a Cookie doll. I went with my usual celebrity encounter approach and behaved like a glassy-eyed moron who had never been to the movies and had absolutely no idea who he was. I hope he appreciated it.
But back to my mom: questions and observations aside, did she really half to talk on the phone--to my dad--who was on his way home--non stop, in the same room as me, for the last twenty minutes? I mean, c'mon. TV watchin' time is sacred, yo.
That said, some of her comments on the characters were hilarious.
ZELENKA: "Ooh, who's he? I like him." "Where's the Czech guy? I like the Czech guy." "He really ought to listen to the Czech guy."
WEIR: "I don't like her. She's cold."
RONON: "Well, he's pretty. And dumb." "He is really pretty. Too bad he's so stupid."
CALDWELL: "Who's he? Have I seen him somewhere before?" (Oh, only on the show I watched for nine years.)
MCKAY: "He's not going to win the Nobel prize--the Czech guy should!" (What can I say; she really liked Zelenka.)
In other news, B&N has done something really regrettable: they've instituted a $1 sale. This means that there's a massive table filled with shitty books that our customers are pouncing on like rare pearls. And oh my God, these people are VULTURES. I had to go in early last night because we were so overwhelmed with bargain-hunters. And these people get unreasonably angry, too. They'll bring, like, a $50 art book to the register and expect it to be $1 because they found it on the $1 table. Then they'll be some variation on this conversation:
Me: I'm sorry, this isn't actually $1.
Vulture-Consumer: It was on the $1 table.
Me: It doesn't have a dollar sticker on it and it's not coming up in the computer as being $1. I'm sorry.
VC: But it was on the $1 table!
Me: People pick things up from other areas of the store and put them down there. I'm really sorry.
VC: Well! That's extremely misleading.
VC huffily pays for crappy thriller or outdated book about birds/tying knots/minor eastern religious sect.
On the plus side, yesterday brought about another B&N Celebrity Encounter (TM)--William H. Macy! He was with his small daughter, and he bought this John Lithgow children's book, and an If You Give a Mouse a Cookie doll. I went with my usual celebrity encounter approach and behaved like a glassy-eyed moron who had never been to the movies and had absolutely no idea who he was. I hope he appreciated it.