Sunday,
March 3, 2002

Ahhh. . .

I'm torn. On the one hand, I'm miffed with our apartment complex -- apparently they switched over to the Dish Network sometime last week, which gives us beaucoup music channels, a buttload of DIY channels and the Comedy Channel, but no HBO. And I need my regular fixes of Sex and the City and Six Feet Under, dammit.

On the other hand, nothing says luxury like a television at the foot of your bed.

Of course, I had to go out first to Target and get a utility cart that was tall enough for the TV to clear the bottom of the bed and the bedclothes. And while I was there, it really just made sense to pick up the second season of "Sex and the City" on DVD. . .and some vitamin E. . .and maybe a small bottle of glucosamine chondrotin complex. . .a dushpan with brush so that I could finally brush the stairs. . .oh, and I could use some new makeup wedges. . .oooh, and some of those sampler CoverGirl lipsticks, those were nice.

I was supposed to be saving money, right? Oy. . .

Well, we did need this stuff (we did, dammit -- don't look at me like that), and it was nice to get the TV out of the corner of the dining room finally. This is the little Toshiba I bought when I first moved in, the one that only had a coaxial outlet and none of the proper inputs for a VCR or DVD player. Lyndon finally bought a nifty new TV with all the proper accoutrements, so we've been all about buying DVDs recently (according to Wil Wheaton's journal, "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back" is out on DVD -- I am SO there, baby), as shown by my recent acquisitions of Series One and Two of "Sex in the City" and Lyndon's inspired purchase of Series One of "Stargate: SG-1." Which has left me gasping with laughter half the time, as Janis introduced me last week to a brilliantly hilarious piece of slash fanfic called "Dr. Jackson's Diary," an entire year's worth of entries written in the style of "Bridget Jones' Diary." I can't watch Stargate now without imagining Daniel skittering off to his office and scribbling, "Alcohol units 18 (hideous) Chocolate chip cookies 13 (ugh) Coffee (lost count around 3pm) Time spent drunkenly badmouthing Wallace Budge - total of 86 minutes and 22 seconds. Visits to infirmary 0 (v.good)."

But I digress. About the TV -- once Lyndon had the new one installed, he unceremoniously placed the old one in a corner of what's supposed to be our dining room, and there it has remained for lo these past few weeks. I finally got tired of tripping over it and decided that actually installing the mother in our room would be a good idea. Hence the trip to Target which started out as a fast run to get a utility cart and turned into a shopping extravaganza.

But the cart is now put together and installed in the bedroom, the TV has been dusted and placed on top of it, and the extra-long coax cable now connects it to the cable outlet behind our bed (we were going to put it somewhere against the far wall until we realized where the cable outlet was situated -- so much for that).

Now if I could just figure out how to get HBO, dammit. . .