National Blog Posting Month, Day 15

Well, we're officially at the halfway point of National Blog Posting Month. And I don't have a damn thing to say and it's 11:18, which means only 42 minutes until it is the next day and time to post again. And my stolen wireless is behaving very erratically, so who knows if I'll even be able to post this drivel, anyway? Shee-it. Some thoughts:

1. I am told by Winger that I must now toot the horn of the Deacon and his new movie about the diaconate (first time ever writing that word), which I will need a couple of days to do properly. But Lizh and I did go to see the Deacon's movie, and there engaged in a vigorous discussion about how Episcopalians were different from Catholics. Here's the two of us, one raised as a Jehovah's Witness, and one raised with no religion at all, trying to figure that out:

I think one of them doesn't believe in hell.
Yeah, and they don't confess, right? Or do they?
I don't know. But they can get married.
They can?
I think so. Actually, I don't know.
Me, either"
etc

2. I watched twenty minutes of The Year of the Dog until something went wrong with the DVD. It has Molly Shannon in it, so you think it would be funny, but so far it's sort of upsetting because she was so attached to her dog, who then dies. Why did I think it was a good idea to see this? I'm demented. But I still ordered a replacement from Netflix, because I'm extra-demented.

3. Why can't I ever find anything to buy at Banana Republic? I have a gift card there that is nearly two years old that I cannot seem to spend no matter how hard I try. It's a combination of not liking things, things not fitting and my inability to pay $90 for jeans, even when I wouldn't be spending my own money. I went in there tonight again, and came out empty-handed, again. One of these days I'm just going to hand it over to the person in the next dressing room over and be done with it.

4. I'm sure I'm not the only one that doesn't find it strange that no one is buying at the opening of crab season. You don't want your Dungeness dragged through an oil slick on its way out of the water? What the hell is wrong with you?