This just in
This just in: some of us don’t give a damn.
I’m in Scott Peterson trial land. Didn’t care about the trial, don’t care about the verdict, other than to say, good. But my eyes weren’t glued to the TV, and the only thing that matters is how it affects A1. And since I don’t do A1 yet, it’s still not my problem.
Still, I was amused to see breaking news coverage on the local NBC station, as anchors talked about the verdict. And at the bottom of the screen was a tacky crawler: Scott Peterson looks straight ahead as verdict read. So and so cried as the verdict was read. Tasteless.
Nothing like adding a little color through the crawler. And then, in case you were missing Days of Our Lives, the crawler lets you know that it’s only been delayed, not cancelled, by breaking news coverage.
But before I had any clue that there was at least an end to trial coverage, until the sentencing phase, at least (where the anchors inform us that the defense will try to make Peterson sound more human), I went shopping.
Have a low tolerance for shopping malls, and this was no exception. Spent too much time looking at clothes I vaguely liked and bought some anyway. Found a nice, younger store for plus sizes, if you count 12 as a plus size. It must be, because I can’t shop at normal people clothes stores. I always feel like everyone is staring me when I go into somewhere like the Gap or this cool place called Charlotte Russe, where their largest size is barely enough to cover one knee.
Then I headed over to an outdoor shopping center. I’d been there before during my interview, and decided I had to have some more Hungry Bear cookies. According to my boss, they’re the best cookies on the planet. I’d almost have to agree with him.
So I went there, and kind of gave myself the heeby-jeebies. It’s one of those swankier type places, with stores like Talbot’s or Williams and Sonoma, with a lot of swankier restaurants and little “unique” stores, and green and gold wooden signs. I knew I was out of place when I saw the ratio of Jaguars and Mercedes and SUVs to lowly Saturns. This is, unfortunately, where the cookie place lives.
I stifled a giggle as I looked at a ball water fountain, that looks suspiciously like a corporate sculpture taken out by members of the Fight Club in Fight Club.
What is A1! And how do you “do it”? Precise directions, please. . . We may want to do it, or maybe not.
Oh, PAGE A1. I get it
I may have to read the Jon Stewart book. I have about three books going at once, though, and if I start another, one is going to fall by the wayside. I may have to give one up anyway … probably James Jones’ “Thin Red Line.” It’s good, but too damned long, like a Mailer novel.