My sweetie M spent the night. She was cranky and sleep deprived, so we
vegged in front of the TV. We watched a show on collectible knives on
one of the shopping channels, which was one of those "sort of poking fun
at itself and sort of not" type shows, with a guy who had a "cut it with
a, well, one of the things he sells" Southern good ol' boy accent, and
who threw around a great many good ol' boy cliches and bolloxed cliches
(such as "this material is harder'n hen's teeth, boys and girls") and
referred to women as honey and sugar. They got his face on camera at the
end, and he turned out actually to be a pretty young guy. It was amusing
to get steeped in knife-collecting jargon. He described one of the
knives as a Bulldog Toasted Stag Canoe. I mean, how can you even
tell that is a knife?
After that we watched a show about Tourette's syndrome on the Discovery
Health channel. They interviewed Oliver Sacks. He is very animated. Now
I have an even bigger crush on him than I had before based on his
interests and writing ability. [*grin*]
This morning we got up and made pancakes then watched the birds at the
bird feeders and looked at the Big on Batik and Love Your Peaches catalogs.
Now I am trying to decide if I should meet J&P at the NAAFA Memorial Day
conference or stay home and do some more vegging and handling of lots of tiny annoying to-do's. I am leaning toward going.