GeeCee's Not-Entirely-Original Miscellany

Today is Setting Orange, day 66 in the season of Bureaucracy, 3271.

From bookslut (in today's blog entries):

This headline has got it all wrong: "Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time: The Waiting Is the Hardest Part." Reading it without choking on your own vomit is actually the hardest part.

I less-than-three Jessa.

I own all of the books up through A Crown of Swords, mostly because I tend to hold out hope for things long past the time any sensible person would've given up and walked away already. I enjoyed The Eye of the World, but as literally thousands of pages slipped by and still not much really happened to bring us closer to a resolution, I kept hoping that maybe the next book would advance the plot. Sadly, no. Eleven books, and still not king finished. Me? Still not rewarding an inability or unwillingness to, in the words of the noted philosopher Prince (or whatever he's calling himself this week), "shut up already, damn!" with my cash or free time.

To lighten the mood a bit:

ame_chan explains it all: how to find a spouse/third/HBB in three easy steps. Things like this are pretty much the only reason I even bother with polyamory most days.

Notes to self: (cue Super Milk Chan: "You dumbass!")

* Check to see if you're using the "butter-flavored" instant grits before you add a big dollop of butter. Oog. You really can have too much "butter flavor". On the other hand, the cat is helping himself to the remains and seems happy enough with it.

* When you're getting ready for bed and wonder why it is your face seems to be peeling a bit, <hint> take a look at that jar of night cream full of retinol in your hand</hint>.

Now, do I go to the used book/music store, or do I realize that it is far too dangerous to go into such a place right this minute and wisely stay home?