Special Sauce

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4.21.2005

Consumer Whore!

Yesterday was a spendyday, capping off a spendyweek. (not excessive, but more than usual.)

First stop was CD warehouse, where I picked up the Allman Brothers Anthology for ridiculously cheap. Now I can enjoy guitar-filled goodness at work. (And pretend they're saying the right name when they sing "Sweet Melissa".) Mmm.
(Something about springtime makes me want to listen to older stuff, not sure why. Doesn't mean I'm not still pimpin' the Egg Radio- I'm just alternating.)

Also snagged a CCR album, for the express purpose of dancing around my office as I sing along to Looking Out My Back Door and dance around my office like a foo'.

And for good measure, picked up a copy of the new Laurie Notaro book We Thought You'd Be Prettier, Bitch and a National Geographic (It's all about poison!)

And, if that weren't enough, my copy of Cadillac Ranch came in from half.com. I do love Tim Dorsey. He's a sick bastard, and picks up the ball where Carl Hiaasen drops it, and takes it past the goalposts, out into the parking lot, gets into an acela train, and promptly gets off in the land of wrong, where he just happens to be mayor. Much. Much love for Dorsey. I actually met him once, at the Walden's in Key West. (He was friends with Rooooooooob, who was an AM there.)

All this to say that I am in hip deep in great stuff to read and listen to (ah, Whipping Post is on right now.)

Helping Maa out this weekend, they're short a housekeeper at the codger corral (and in other news, the sky is blue, water is wet, and we require oxygen to sustain human life). So I get to go in stealth mode (jeans and a white t-shirt, instead of uniform, because my ass isn't buying khaki pants and a polo for ONE day's work), clean bathrooms for weekend pay, and still be done by arond 3:00. Good deal.

And related to absolutely nothing else- The folks at Natures Gate Organics, makers of the BEST LOTION EVER are now making lip balm in the same "flavors". If you can find it locally, I highly recommend picking up either, or both. The balm's not as good as Burts Bees, but then again, nothing really is.

4 Comments:

Blogger Irina Tsukerman said...

I love National Geographic! I'm so addicted, I could stay up all night, reading it!

9:51 AM  
Blogger Gothamimage said...

Irina - you are everywhere. I love the old N. Geo's.

Bitch is getting a lot of mention on the blogs- they must have clever marketing campaign- a whispering campaign.

2:51 AM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

They're everywhere! It's a conspiracy!

Irina- I love NG too- we grew up on it as kids, (Maa's attempt to give us some culture included a sub to NG, and a set of world book encyclopedias. Aww yeah!) I haven't read it in so long, but couldn't resist picking up this issue. All the old happy feelings came back- from reading them as a kid. Very cool.

11:30 AM  
Blogger Steph said...

suace,
i'm super proud of you for finally admitting your whoredom. you are welcomed with open arms. *hug*

i've merely cracked laurie's new book. though i squealed with delight as i tossed one on my desk and put the other 14 on the front table.

so glad YOU understand me......

3:42 AM  

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