OK I know I said I wasn’t going to buy anymore notebooks. BUT I was at a dollar store on Saturday and I had to had to had to because it was only $1 and it is called “My Little Imp, Toga”.
These are Togas:
They look like cartoon tooth bacteria to me. But darn cute tooth bacteria! Don’t floss! You’ll kill the Toga!
You see,
“Long, long ago, there lived ‘Toga Family’ with people. People believed Toga Family were imps who brought them peace and comfort. However, time after time, people got to forget them gradually, so they hid themselves deep in the house. Now they are wandering about here and there away from people, but look all around carefully!”
(dust mites maybe. or dust imps. that sounds friendlier. imps.)
And so,
“Little dream in my heart, toga. They live somewhere in the home behind the people. Look! They are in motion. Dear imp, toga.”
I am such a sucker for this crap.(part 1 – part 2 near the end)
As though my heart palpitations were not already horrendously vigorous, there, right next to the Togas were packages of shiny, official Barbapapa Writing Paper, including envelopes and stickers! Look:
Bag of Bargains indeed! Does it get any better? No it does not. Even if there was a big plate of delicious cheese, it would not be better than the Bag of Bargains at Old Orchard Plaza, corner of Kingsway and Willingdon, Burnaby, BC.
One thing I bought this weekend that is not useless dollar store crap or Barbapapa related is an album called “Soulful Journey” by a woman named Geri. We were at A&B sound and I had found the CDs I wanted: Neko Case’s Blacklisted, Oh Susanna’s Sleepy Little Sailor, David Byrne’s Grown Backwards.
And there it was, gleaming coyly from the $2.49 deep discount section:
Geri
I was excited! It was Geri Halliwell’s solo album! You know, Boobie Spice! Ginger Hoo Hoo Spice! My recent wish for more Spice Girls was coming true! It was surely a sign from heaven! So I bought it. But when I got home I looked a little closer at the CD (and the track listing: “Serenity,” “Higher Power,” “Courage”) and realized…
Geri is Geri. She is Canadian. She has followed the 12 Steps of 12 Steps fame and has made an album about them.
Here is another picture of Geri, from inside the CD:
No, this Geri is not a Spice Girl at all.
This Geri wrote a song called “I Hate Snakes.” You can go listen to it at her website, Geri.net. You can listen to her other songs there too, but I really recommend this one. Geri has had a tough time of it, but she appears to have made the best of her journey and hey – at least she’s not a washed up Spice Girl. The song about snakes, though, is very very funny. Very funny. Tears of laughter funny.
You’ll see. It’s funny.
Anchorman was pretty funny too. The first half hour was kind of shaky but about halfway through I was laughing and then I was laughing a lot until popcorn flew out of my nose. That hurts. Will Farrell can not quite do anything, in fact, writing does not seem to be his strongest suit, but the random strangeness of some of this movie was refreshing like a mint julep. Christina Applegate can go away now. She’s done.
Not funny: (I’m a sucker, part 2) That damn Taco Bell at the movie theatre. I know – after the whole COMBO debacle (and I just realized that the Last Time it occurred to me to eat Taco Bell at Metrotown was also the Last Time I thought it was a good idea to see a Will Ferrell movie. That’s weird.) you would think I’d have learned that the Taco Bell at the mall is wrong/bad. OK. But I was hungry because I was at the movies. So I ordered a beef burrito and cheese fries.
10 minutes later the boy came back from the back and, while putting napkins in the plastic bag containing my burrito, said,
“Our fryer is broken…”
I said, “So no fries then?”
He looked at me, then back into the bag. Then back at me.
“No. But I’ll give you your money back for the fries.”
So I had to get popcorn. Because you can’t just eat a burrito at the movies! That only takes 2 minutes or 5! Then what for the next 2 hours?
That is the last time. Really truly.
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