Lots of weird trivial stuff.

I hate it when something it announced that there are limited spaces available, but the announcer doesn't come back and say when the spaces are gone, even when it's obvious that they have been for some time.

I got my glasses adjusted. I am not losing my mind... there really are Greek letters etched into the lenses... They're reference points for my progressive lenses. The lens manufacturer I have is Hoya and their reference point symbol is a theta θ I still love my progressive lenses and really wish I had done this much sooner because it means knitting no longer gives me a headache. I am less whelmed by the AR coating which is a lot like having a mirror finish black car because every single speckle shows.

While I was getting my glasses tightened (and it was a trivial tightening but I've had them for a month and might as well have someone make them stop sliding down my nose) I stopped to get food from the middle eastern grocery.

I saved $3 on organic flour (Bob's Red Mill) and another $2 on the rye flour. But what surprises me is I never pay for my lemon. I buy them one at a time. I'd be happy to pay them the fifty cents the regular grocery store charges me, or I might be hoping for a deal where they have them for a quarter. But I feel bad when they just hand me my lemon. It's too cheap to shop there compared to my regular grocery and I feel like scum taking advantage of them. Maybe my regular grocery should feel like scum for its prices... but my little indy grocery sells me my food for about 8-10% less than Safeway charges and the onions they sell aren't green softballs furred with mold. Can you tell I really don't like my local Safeway? I'm really happy to pay the independent groceries a fair price for my food... and especially so since they often decide a fair price is less than the amalgamated conglomerated chain store demands. Plus closer parking, less waiting, more helpful staff.

I gave spinning wheel maintenance advice and amused the hell out of everyone reading. It's in the brand-specific forum on Ravelry... Rav fora have little buttons to click if you found the post lovable, educational, interesting, funny or if you agree/disagree. In the few hours it's been up, I got 1 educational, 1 love, and 2 funnys.

I did get fired from my volunteer job last week and they were really rather nasty about it when I showed up to do the handoff with my replacement. I know I wasn't the best possible person they could ever have had doing it, but there wasn't a call for that. I'm left with a really bitter feeling about the whole experience and next time they ask (because the replacement is flaky and ill) I am going to say, "No." I will not add excuses or anything explanations. "No."

I do need some outside activities, preferably with an external schedule so I don't backslide into never leaving the house.

Our vacation plans have fallen through. This was largely because I couldn't be bothered to work on it, then the internet was out, and then we actually talked about it and realized we didn't really want to go there, it was a grasping at straws kind of thing. And if we're going to do that, I'd rather go to Disneyland. Or spend 7 times the money and go to Hawaii.

I did download all the tax forms almost the instant I got internet back, so if it went down again, I could be productive. But I keep looking at the statements and thinking, "I don't want to look at that. We're going to owe a heaping gob of money." But I thought that last year and got like $80 back.

I asked my SO out on a date and got shot down. Goes to show that it still sucks being the guy in a relationship. There are benefits like not being the passenger when we drive somewhere together, and getting to hold the remote control. I know I'm not supposed to believe in gender roles since I'm not taking my assigned one, but the rejection still hurts. At least it wasn't because he was being all girly.

but you never take me anywhere. wah.

Since our vacation plans fell through after we talked while there was no internet here... we realized we'd both assumed the other person was gung ho. And we were both actually meh.

Now we're back at square zero. ... we want to go somewhere where there's something to see/do that cannot be done at home. We've gone on weekend trips where we just stay somewhere nice-ish and eat out, but the last one we almost spent the day shopping at Target because there was nothing to do there.

I want to do something hands-on but stay somewhere posh. I'd like a crafts camp or something at a nice country inn, but it would have to have some parallel tracked courses because crafts aren't popular with both of us.

I wouldn't mind a (supported: suitcases trucked along, etc.) biking type holiday if it was mostly flat and the weather was good. It's just weird how almost all those outdoorsy type trip ideas assume you're Edmund Hillary. I like being outside but I'm not hugely athletic. It's really hard to have a "Sunday drive" kind of biking tour, like the Lake District rambles popularized by British authors, if you live in the city. But there's really no reason to assume I'm going to be able to walk 15-25 miles a day given my current routine.

We're not really willing to fly anywhere. They treat regular people like criminals and let the actual criminals onto the planes. Might as well do jack squat and treat people decently. But I guess I could reconsider all options. Still, absolutely no New York. No "The South". No Africa. They have to speak a language we can get by in. That's pretty limited at this point to non-Arabic and non-Asian countries.

At this point, I'm so overwhelmed that even big ticket things underwhelm me. I was explaining that we didn't want to go to the Grand Canyon because it's just a pretty hole in the ground and they probably don't have food there since it's a national park. Mostly though, it always looks crowded or effing frigid. As in, "Where's your coat, you moron? Don't you know you're in the mountains?"

I already live where there are more people per square foot than there are chickens per proportional area in a factory farm. It's stopped being novel a while ago. The food's good, and during the week there are lots of nifty restaurants within walking distance.

Go ahead and suggest things assuming price is no object. I'm very frugal, but I'm not expecting a hotel in Paris to be the same price as a motel room in flyover country.