Not really a whole lot to say right now, but I love this photo of my cousins’ dogs. Aren’t they too adorable?
Happy
Slurpee Jonesin’
I have a horrible confession: I kept a big secret from you all this weekend, and I did it intentionally. This past Saturday, July 11, was Free Slurpee Day at 7-Eleven. You could go into any 7-Eleven Convenience Store anywhere in the country and get a free 7.11-ounce Slurpee (get it? Free 7.11-ounce Slurpee at 7-Eleven on 7/11? Clever, eh?).
Why didn’t I tell you? Because I didn’t want to run the chance of you standing between me and my free shot of Slurpee Love. Yes, I’m serious. No, it’s not rational. I don’t care. You have no idea how excited I was about Free Slurpee Day. I have forgotten every single damned time ever since I first learned about it about 2 or 3 years ago. This year, I was NOT going to forget. I did everything short of branding the date onto my forearm.
I love Slurpees. They are the most syrupy-sweet, sugar-packed, enamel-rotting, brain-freezing, diabetic-coma-inducing cup full of high fructose happiness ever. I used to drink them all the time. I also used to be two clothing sizes bigger than I am now. Needless to say, it’s been probably more than a decade since the last time I had a Slurpee fix. As much as I miss them, my waistline is grateful for the moratorium.
So why open the door? Uh, hello? Did I mention they were free? And yes, I said they. I went to two different 7-Eleven stores that day. I’m not ashamed to admit it. And they were delicious. I had one blue raspberry and one wild cherry/cola combo, which was always my favorite choice when I was a Slurpee junkie.
I fantasized all day Sunday about finding a 7-Eleven that was extending the free Slurpee day to encompass the whole weekend. But I didn’t go back into any of the stores. I kind of like fitting into my clothes a little more than I like that sugar rush.
Guess I’m just going to have to wait until next year to satisfy my itch. And now you all know about the free treat, too. Just one warning: Don’t get in between me and that Slurpee machine. We don’t want any incidents on such a happy day, do we?
LBS Test
This is a test of the LobaBlanca Blogcasting Service (this is also apparently a very slow Friday at the office).
So, see the little tab on the left that reads “Contact”? This is me meeting you halfway. I’ve had a couple of regular readers say that they’d really like it if I activated my comments section. I still say I’m not ready (how can I be such a technological Luddite? It’s hard, I tell ya).
But, I love hearing from you. I really do! So this is my halfway point. Click the tab and you’ll be able to drop me a line just as quickly and easily as leaving a comment. No, it won’t get posted for the world to read; think of it instead as your very own personal subspace frequency straight to the head of Starfleet Command. You’ll get to make your comment; I’ll get to read it; you’ll even get a fun auto-responder message at the end!
We’ll see how this goes; if it proves successful, I’ll keep it around for a while. I might even post some of the more entertaining messages I receive now and then…
Tone of Everyday
This video is proof that you don’t have to understand the lyrics to really enjoy the experience. This is one of the most amazing and amusing music videos I’ve seen in a while.
A Piece of the Action (Figure)
“Hi, my name is Loba and I’m a geekaholic.”
And today I am here to plug one of my favorite geekanalia makers: Diamond Select Toys. This company makes some of the most brilliant action figures I have seen in a very long time. The quality is comparable to the McFarlane figures that were huge in the 90s (remember the Masters of Horror line?), but with the added greatness of 20-point articulation.
(In Pakled Speak that means that these figures are really fun to pose 😉 )
The Diamond Select figures are slightly more than double the price of the old Playmates Trek figures from the 90s. But it’s so worth it. As much fun as those Playmates figures were (and I should know since I’ve got a shoebox full of them), they were more like cartoon versions of the characters. These Diamond Select figures are far more detailed.
I only have a few right now…but the force is strong in this one. I don’t know how much longer I can resist (you know what they say about resistance in the Trek world). Plus, Diamond Select has an equally amazing Battlestar Galactica line that’s also got me salivating, especially the short-haired Starbuck and the Admiral Cain.
[Hint dropped in 3…2…1…]
I don’t have any BSG figures yet…
😀
Flood Gates
Did you know that Gates McFadden once studied mime? Or that Brent Spiner is her son’s godfather?
Did you know that Gates isn’t really her name? Well, it kind of is. Gates is her middle name. It was her mother’s maiden name. Her full name is Cheryl Gates McFadden. She was born in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio, on March 2, 1949. I always used to wonder if she and Majel Barrett ever had any chats about growing up in the Buckeye State (Ms. Barrett was born in Columbus, which I think is about 2 hours away from Cuyahoga Falls). For a while, though, she used to tell people that her birthday was August 28 because she was a little worried about telling people her real birthday. I find that strange but in an endearing way since it was only the month and day she changed
Xenu Luncheon
This is why I love living so close to D.C. I snapped this shot of Renoir’s “Luncheon of the Boating Party” on Saturday. For free. Usually, you have to pay to tour the Phillips Collection, but several museums and galleries downtown participated in a free museum day this past Saturday, including the Phillips. So we decided to stop by to see how the luncheon was going. Still looks quite colorful and vibrant, even if stuck at a bit of an odd angle in this photo. It’s a bit difficult to get a straight-on shot of this one; it’s without a doubt the most popular piece in the collection, and the room is constantly near capacity. So I snicked this shot off as quickly as I could and kept my fingers crossed that it would at least come out clear.
Unfortunately, the Phillips was the only free museum we visited. I’m in slow combat with a funky warm weather cold right now, so after touring the Phillips and stopping for a cupcake from Larry’s Ice Cream, I was ready to pack it in. I had hoped to find a little medical advice from the local church…but I think I was barking up the wrong tree on this one. They just kept saying that they wanted to audit me. All I wanted was a cough drop! And stop asking me if I believe in Xena and the Galactic Confederacy! Mixing genres like that is just not cool.
Okay, wipe up the milkshake and clean off the bowling pin. I’m definitely finished. Time to go home and sleep this one off…
Casual Baturday
So today has been really groovy. It’s beautiful here in Lobalandia, with cerulean skies and lots of sun. Played a little tennis, went hiking around a lake. Not a bad way to spend a Baturday. Oh, and to the gentleman who kept watching me peripherally in the store as I was molesting the bags of brown sugar, no, I’m not in some way impaired. I just like the way brown sugar feels when you shmoosh it. You should try it sometime. You might like it, too.
Queen for a Day
Okay, so Victoria was Queen of England for quite a bit more than just a day. However, in honor of Canada’s Victoria Day celebrations today, I’d like to direct you to one of my favorite comic strips, New Adventures of Queen Victoria. This strip, as “drawn” by Pab Sungenis, is more of a celebration of all things PhotoShop combined with a wicked sense of humor…er, humour.
Even better, today’s strip marks the beginning of a storyline that will focus on the new Star Trek movie. I warn you now, though…after skimming Pab’s blog, I do believe that he is planning on skewering the new movie quite a bit (although probably not as deeply as he skins it on his blog). Seems Mr. Sungenis did not care much for J.J. Abrams’ reboot of the Trek universe.
Ooh…controversy on Victoria Day!
Only In My Dreams
Debbie Gibson. Now there’s a linchpin name from my adolescence. Had all her tapes. Wanted a fedora like she wore in her Electric Youth days. Loved her. Don’t care that it lost me metal street cred.
Deborah Gibson. Playboy pictures, Beauty and the Beast, “Don’t call me Debbie”…and now this. This glorious trailer. It’s not a joke, but an actual straight-to-DVD movie called Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus. I guess it’s supposed to be cashing in on the success of the Alien vs. Predator franchise? Whatever it is, it’s kept me laughing all morning. I don’t even really have anything else to say about it. I just hope it makes someone else out there laugh as much as I have.
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