Friday, 11 Dec 2009

Some odds and ends that don't deserve their own posts:

-- I don't really get a runner's 'high'. Instead, after a good run, I get runner's exhaustion, where both my brain and body are just about as relaxed as they possibly could be. It's just as good as a high, I would say, because everything just seems quieter. I do, however, get a slow drip of delicious endorphins throughout the day, so I wind up being inexplicably content with life.

-- Honey Smacks are pretty great. I don't think I could eat a bowl of them for breakfast (might as well eat a candy bar, for all the sugar they're covered in), but I do enjoy them. I'm tempted to buy plain puffed wheat (or rice or millet -- or combine them all!) and try to make my own with actual honey or agave or something a bit less HFCS-y.

-- I've got a couple free passes for a particular movie theater, and I'm greedily thinking of using them both on my own. I don't go to movies very often, because I get bored sitting around, but my casual perusing of recent movie listings has made me realize something. When I watch a movie on my own (usually on an airplane), I more often than not gravitate towards foreign or independent films, the kind that leave me thinking afterward. But I'd never want to see that sort of movie with somebody else. I don't have any conclusions to draw from that, except to point out that I also listen to public radio while I'm alone, but I can't imagine having it on if somebody were over (even if we weren't speaking).

-- I rarely raise my voice with my cats (although Beany does sometimes need a bit of yelling at when she's 'knowingly' done something really, really bad), and I never hurt them, yet somehow they're really obedient. I mean, obedient for cats. Booty sleeps on the sitting part of the sofa half the time (and on the back of the sofa the other half), and if I want to sit down, all I have to do is politely say 'excuse me', and he moves. Clearly I exude calm, assertive energy, or whatever it is that makes cats think you're in charge (control of the food supply, probably).

-- I eat ice cream most nights of the week, because I've found that doing so is one of the keys to a happy life. My current flavour of choice is Edy's (Dreyer's in other parts of the country) Mint Cookie Crunch. Since I go through a carton of it every week or so, I'm well aware of its place in the freezer case at my local supermarket. So imagine my horror when I cracked open a new container the other day to realize I'd bought Mint Chocolate Chip by accident. I blame the stockists. And if you're thinking there can't possibly be that much difference between the two flavours, you're mistaken. Mint Cookie Crunch is like the magical love child of Mint Chocolate Chip (which is okay, except for the horrible chocolate chips that just get all jammed up in your teeth) and Cookies 'n' Cream. I can't actually think of anything that could make it better than it already is. I suffered through two days of the impostor mint ice cream before admitting defeat and going back for the real deal.