I want a Quik-E-Mart!

I am saying this here and now, but I am not busting my ass all night on this fucking thing, because nobody else can get back to me in a timely manner.

Clearly, Jesse's ass will NOT be smiling.

We finally saw an R2-D2 post office box.

I saw one when I was in NYC! And stupidly forgot to get my picture taken next to it.

There is one across the street from St. Patrick's Cathedral.

That's the one I saw!

The sheer DEPTH of stupidity is just boggling!

Yeah, it's special.

And somehow I find it extremely funny that I am a person who could feasibly be trampled to death by a passing draft horse.

Wow, Supernatural fandom is having the stupidest wank I've seen in a long time.

That reminds me that I had a dream the other night that I was watching SPN for the first time, because the show before it was a crossover of something like Friends or some sitcom-ish thing where one of the SPN brothers was on it, as the SPN brother (the one who wasn't on Gilmore Girls), and creepy shit happened to the sitcom cast, and then the next show on was SPN, so I watched it.

And the SPN episode in my dream involved the brothers having a HUGE Shrek-like sidekick (like, as large as a dinosaur) who had to be inflated yet was still a living creature. And was ashamed to be seen if he wasn't inflated.

I assume the show isn't really like that.

And then the dream segued into something about juliana being on the cover of a magazine. Which she should be. I assume my brain made that connection b/c she watches SPN.

Or maybe my brain just thinks she should be on the cover of a magazine.

Steph's subconscious is very literal.

Steph's subconscious is very literal.

It's a freaking funhouse of the damned in my brain, I tell you what.

Except for the part where juliana is pretty. There's no damnation there.

Clearly, Jesse's ass will NOT be smiling.

Heh.

Thisclose to flipping out like a mammal.

Over the weekend, 7-Eleven Inc. turned a dozen stores into Kwik-E-Marts, the fictional convenience stores of "The Simpsons" fame, in the latest example of marketers making life imitate art.

Whoo-hoo!

But they won't find Duff beer, the brand chugged by Homer Simpson. The movie will be rated PG-13, and selling a Simpson-themed beer "didn't seem to fit," said Rita Bargerhuff, a 7-Eleven marketing executive. "That was a tough call, but we want to make sure it's considered good, responsible fun."

D'oh!

There's an R2D2 mailbox in Westwood.

I wore the wrong skirt to work today. Which is officially a sign of too much, when I can say "No! The other black embroidered eyelet skirt, the one without pleats from the dropped waist."

I hope it's not a sign. I have a CYA email I need to send out, and the omens better align.

Bless his heart, my dad just asked me how I could email him photos.

I'm guessing that 3rd job at the Apple genius bar is right out.