Diary of a voice unheard, Day 4

Found my sunglasses. They are right where I thought they'd be, except I didn't look hard enough the first (5) time(s). No new, unscratchy glasses for me! For awhile, I hope.

My mighty bosom seeks to be free of society's confines and is always trying to escape and run free, perhaps to make friends with celebrity bosoms? Anyhow, they won a major battle today as there was a twist and an unfortunate turn and they finally defeateth the brassiere. Snap, [no crackle], and pop - another one bites the dust. Stupid underwire should be made of wire, not plastic.

I'm either a brilliant genius, or a guilt-ridden dupe of my own making. I decided to try TJ's pink grapefruit juice the other day. The adventure in this act stems from my mild dislike of grapefruit. I got it because I was out of juice, it was on sale, and I didn't feel like making an extra run to another grocery store. The juice itself is okay. Chock full of grapefruity goodness, I'd imagine, if one was a fan. That, however, I am not. But! And this is a big but!! (snerk) The first sip is quite decent - bursting with fruit flavor, high in sweetness, and low in the bitterness that characterizes my main dislike of grapefruit. It's the subsequent sips that really bring out the flavor notes of discord (and note, again, this is about my preference, not an indictment of the taste of grapefruit in general). Thus, the answer it to limit my intake! I take a small sip whenever I feel the need to be knocked over by some liquid sweet tarts, and have an external force that ensures the apportioning of my consumption! So, if I ordinarily consume one bottle of juice per week, and the decreased uptake results in one bottle lasting two weeks, without my feeling a need to supplement my juice consumption by other means, then I am saving >1000 calories per week! This is a good thing, yes? Or have I traveled a little too far down the path of eating "things that are good or better for you even though you don't actually like them." I can't tell anymore.

Goodbye for now, Joss. As long as Firefly and Serenity were out there, waiting for me, it didn't matter quite so much that Buffy and Angel (eh, much more Buffy than Angel) would never rise again. The buzz was that I'd like or love them and I was confident that the buzz was right. I'd put off the viewing for ages, because having them available and unwatched was almost a talisman of great entertainment to come. I was hoping to wait until there was some further body of work available, so then I could hold that out as the carrot-in-hand. I only surrendered when the greater good (we never could agree at the movie store and I was tired of aimlessly wandering about the shelves) demanded that the ultimate sacrifice be made. And now that my Firefly virginity is well and truly gone (I had really kept myself well shielded from knowledge about the series. I didn't even know what it was about until actually watching it!), I have to say that I'm sad, almost depressed. No more Joss for a great long while, and almost certainly no more adventures of the Serenity crew. I enjoyed the movie soooooo much! The TV series were great, but the final few episodes were notable weaker than the earlier offerings, so I was looking forward to the movie (which was essentially, season 2's worth of story arc) without too much of a sense of loss. However, now that the ride is over, people (characters I know, but SAD!) are dead, the recaps are read (TWOP's Jacob did an amazing job of the movie recap), and the movie wasn't overly successful in terms of cashy money, I think the end is no longer seriously nigh, but is, in fact, finally here. I'm going to watch it again soon with the commentary on and check out the fruity oaty bar easter egg, but then it's over. Maybe it's time to trade in one of my last remaining non-nerdhood cards and look into the comic books. Canonical Firefly and Buffy might be good, even if they're not enacted by my beloved actors... (sniff.)