Not only does faygo apparently actually exist, the faygo website was apparently designed by someone with a fondness for purple and a terminal case of ADD.

Click on the navigation button labelled "flavors" and prepare to have your eyeballs bleed.

I'm not sure what "Diet Moon Mist" flavored soda even is.

You were a legend, and the comics industry (and fans) will miss you.

In the episode of A&E's Nero Wolfe series we watched tonight, Archie pretended to be engaged to a woman for plot reasons and also to troll Wolfe, and then proceeds to go to a Christmas party as said pretend-fiancee's date.

Whereupon Wolfe dresses up as Santa Clause to tend bar incognito at the party (it's being thrown by a buddy of his) in order to spy on Archie and the fake-fiancee interacting. Nero Wolfe, who refuses to go to the inconvenience of leaving his house even when offered large sums of money to do so, sneaks out of the house wearing a Santa suit in order to spy on Archie's date. I'm sure there's a heterosexual explanation for his being that possessive and jealous of Archie, which probably boils down to, "because he's Nero Wolfe and he's controlling and weird," but still.

So, this weekend I bought roasted seaweed snacks because my sister swears they're good (they apparently serve them at bars in Guam instead of pretzels/peanuts/etc.).  After trying them, I personally think seaweed's much better fresh and wrapped around rice than it is dried and salted, and I don't think I'll by buying them again.  Which is probably a good thing given what happened to them.

8:30 am this Tuesday: I leave for work.  The "Seaweed Snax" bag is sitting on the kitchen counter.
10:00 am: Seanchai gets up to go to work.  The "Seaweed Snax" bag is lying eviscerated in the middle of the living-room floor, surrounded by scattered bits of dried seaweed.  The Fluffle is crouched in the middle of the destruction, happily munching a seaweed piece, blissfully unaware that cats are supposed to be obligate carnivores. 

Apparently, while she stood there and watched in amazement, he finished the first piece, trotted over to the ripped-open bag, delicately pulled a second piece out with his teeth, and started eating that one, too.

At least <i>someone</i> in our house really liked the seaweed snacks.

So, can any of you explain to me what the heck has happened to Thor fans on tumblr?  The last time I saw reactions like this to an actor getting married, it was LOTRPS and J2 fandom over Orlando Bloom dating.. I forget which actress, and Jensen Ackles marrying whomever it is he's married to (Daneel Harris?  Or was that Jared Padalecki?), and in those cases the guys were the center of huge, tinhat-filled RPS fandoms.

Also, what happened on on the Avengers kink meme?  I stop checking it or a few months, and suddenly there's (possible?) plagarism and long discussion threads on The Meme That Must Not Be Named about whether or not it really was plagarism wherein no one actually seems to know anything about it.

Co-worker: I need you to go into the city and pick up a package for me.
Me: Where do I need to go?
Co-worker: [architectural company I forget the name of].  It's on the corner of Courtlandt Street and Church Street.
Me: Okay. *thinks* That location sounds familiar.  Have I been there before?  No, I probably just scanned in invoices from this company.

What my co-worker didn't say:  Hey, Elspeth, I need you to go pick up thirty pounds* worth of architectural plans from a building across the street from Ground Zero.  Have fun carrying them back to Brooklyn on the subway while wearing those little strappy sandals with the three inch heels.

By the time I got back to our office, I could barely hold the roll of plans and kept having to stop the last two blocks to set it down on things (after trying several creative ways to carry it.  Thank god I have orangutang arms so I could hold the three-and-a-half-foot roll by each end of the tube - after I ripped holes in the slick plastic wrapper in order to get my hands inside).  If she'd added a "it's a roll of plans for the building department, so it might be heavy," I would have at least changed into sneakers instead of keeping the heels because they looked more professional for going into a lower Manhattan office building.


*<small>For reference, I weigh about 120 pounds.  Very little of it is muscle.</small>

You guys, you guys, I’m on chapter 49 of Tower of Midnight*, and the Glass Columns of Infodump are back! I LOVE the Glass Columns of Infodump! (I’m not being sarcastic; I actually do love that ter’angreal. It’s even cooler than Egwene’s trip through the three rings and Nyneave’s test for the shawl. Speaking of which, how badass was Nynaeve’s test for the shawl?).
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*Note: Towers of Midnight, like Gathering Storm and whatever the final volume of WoT will be titled, was written 100% by Robert Jordan before his death, with possible assistance from Harriet Jordan. No such person as Brendon Sanderson has ever put his paws on it, or contributed so much as a single word. I NEED MY ILLUSIONS, PEOPLE. PLEASE LET ME KEEP MY DENIAL.

My cherry jam didn't set properly. I don't know if the cherries were too ripe, or the pectin was old, or if I should have drained all the excess cherry juice before cooking them rather than saving it, or what. Now I'm going to have to try and fix it with more sugar and pectin, which will hopefully turn my fail!jam into real jam and not over-sweeten it too much (or over-lemon-flavor it too much, because you add lemon juice to counteract the extra sugar, but I originally cooked it with an entire lemon peel in it). On the other hand, this gives me a chance to add the amaretto I forgot to put in the first time around.

I'm going to have to buy more ridiculously over-priced Ball jars from the hardware store if I want to have a chance to do a batch of grape or some other flavor seanchai actually likes. (Maybe I should have asked "hey, what do you think about cherries" before buying three pounds of them at the farmer's market and spending hours slicing and pitting them)

Also, is it possible for the adoptive father in City Hunter to be any more of a jackass? It's only episode #1 and already I want to punch him. Dude, when your dying best friend asked you to take care of his wife and kid, I really don't think he meant "Hey, please kidnap my son from his mother and take him to another country to raise him as a trained killer who can one day avenge me! Also, if you could become a ruthless drug lord and raise him in a drug cartel camp surrounded by land mines and armed guards, that would just be icing on the cake. And please make sure you never tell him you love him. Love is for the weak."

I haven't seen the Hal Jordan movie yet, and am trying not to let movie critic reviews influence me. It's unlikely to be as good as Spiderman 1 or 2, or Iron Man 1, but I'm hoping for at least SnicktBub: Origins levels of popcorn-flick watchability. (My dream, of course, was that it would either be DC's "look, we can make fun movies, too! That aren't just about Batman emo-brooding!" answer to Iron Man/Thor/etc., and be well-written and cinematic and a huge hit so that they'd make a sequel with modern-era GLC characters guest-starring and possibly a non-stripperiffic version of Star Sapphire if such a thing's possible, and also the internet would present me with piles of sketchy Sinestro/Hal Jordan fic on a silver platter, or that it would magically have turned into the "Guy & Kyle's intergalactic road trip of comic hijinks" or "John and Shayera's Grant & Hepburn-style space opera-flavored romantic comedy" movie while I wasn't looking).

What I have done is spend the last two weekends first driving somewhere between eleven and twelve consecutive hours in order to move seanchai's sister from Boston back to NYC (seanchai's sister: "The rearview mirror is completely blocked by all the stuff in the back. Can we still drive this on the highway." Me: "Let me tell you about the 1997 Dodge Minivan I drove during grad school. The one that had no rearview mirror and shuddered when you drove faster than 70mph.") and then (this past weekend) putting all the boxes of books we still hadn't unpacked away. All the comics have their own shelves now, and everything's been put away except the Robert Jordan books. But I'm missing my copy of Eric Foner's Reconstruction: America's Unfinished Revolution and the Norton Anthology of English literature, which means there's must still be a box of books sitting in the corner of my dad's hanger. I think it's the box that has my missing copy of the Dr. Strange animated movie in it. Plus the rest of the Terry Pratchett. I'm missing some Terry Pratchett and all of the Lymond Chronicles.

This:

Dear Transformers fic writers: an F-15 is substantially larger than most motor vehicles that aren't tractor trailers or tanks. So is an F-22. Think about your life, uke!Starscream-is-tormented-by-brutal-autobots writers. Think about your choices. Think about the fact that F-15s don't have "chassis," they have fuselages. And that unless the Seekers all turn into different classes/models, they are all the same size and Screamer is not the smallest..

Yes, I've been sucked into giant alien robot fic. And, of course, I'm that fangirl. The one who's all over Seekers and ships MxSS. I CAN'T HELP IT, OKAY. I was brainwashed into a love of fighter planes as a small child, when I slept with a Blue Angels plushie.