Steve Holt!

Today I got seven books at the Salvation Army for a dollar and seventy-one cents. Even so, I am in a funk. The (98.3% positive) cancellation of Arrested Development has made me nostalgic and sad, the way the abandonment of one of the only worthwhile things on television might sort of kill a person's week. If you notice the internet being a little sluggish or perhaps just lacking in that special something- it is because we have lost a little bit of our hearts. *sigh*
On top of that I went to the Humane Society Thrift Store (the funk leads to binging. And I for one tend to fall off the wagon and into a bookstore.) where they have some good and cheap books. Of course there are also a huge number of vapid romance novels and a large stack of Iaccoca biographies, but cheap books are cheap books.
Unfortunately the thrift store had moved. It is now about a third of a block closer up the street and has animals inside as well. Not many, just two fat and lethargic cats that I saw and rumours of a handful more in the back. The problem is that I can't go to shelters. Or be around animals that need homes. Or really admit to myself that there are disadvantaged animals anywhere ever. So after petting the fat and friendly cat (and taking a peek at the fat and reputedly snarly cat who wasn't coming out of his little unibomber-cat bunker) I started to tear up a bit and made a hasty retreat. Dissapointing, because it was a good store from what I recall before. I just don't think that my family would be too pleased to meet yet another cat that Sonya couldn't part with. 8.5 cats is more than enough.

...and that was Arrested Development.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

. ( 17.2.06 ) .