ok, so i hate walmart. i think it's an evil place run by evil people. i go there with lesley, though, it's just one of the things we do. i rarely spend more than $10 - $15 there because i try to support cottage industry whenever i can. sometimes, though, i just can't pass up a bargain.
so, i had a doctor's appointment at 10 a.m. friday, but i realized after
almost every place was closed that i had a dilemma. no clean underwear. now, i could've gone to the laundromat at 1 a.m., but instead, i opted to go to walmart to buy some underwear. i begged BBBVRD to go with me at like 11 (i hate walmart triply by myself), but it was a worknight and i let her out of it, but not before she told me they had marvelous clearance. so i decided to go at like 1:30 so i'd be back in time for family guy. scored me some skivvies and i went to look at fans because i am in dire need of a fan, have been forever. nothing, nothing, blech blech, so i thought i'd check the ceiling fans. i'd been contemplating doing that for a little while. i found nothing in my price range. there were the little ones for like $17, but they came in white or polished brass, and i hate both. in the upper price ranges, they had some really cute ones. of course, the one i fancied the most was like $75. off to the side of that one, similar box, similar style, were 2 askew. i couldn't locate a price anywhere. off i went to the handy dandy price checker. ....Ceiling Fan.... $15... I was immediately convinced the price checker thingy was broken. i stuck it in my cart anyway for shits and giggles. on my way to the register, i encountered another thingie, scanned it again .... Error... Please see associate for assistance... This supported my broken thingy hypothesis. I get to the register and ask her to scan it for me and to my surprise, $15. I, of course, took it home with me.
Now, the rest of the story, which spans over 24 hours, is really no fun. Abridged version: Rushed home, started to install at 3 a.m., realized I was missing a screw that was supposed to be in my ceiling already, back to walmart. Important side note: John Frieda's Brilliant Brunette Starlit Waves fell into my hands on the way to the screws, LOVE it. They took away my Ocean Waves, the bloody bastards, but this is a more than suitable replacement. Ok, back home, installing fan with bed as a ladder, suckage, blowage, painage, 7 a.m. it's finished, doesn't work. Bed at 7:02, bolting out of bed at 8 a.m. after, in a nightmare, a stern male voice advised me the fan was smoking and my place was going to burn down killing me and the pets, bolted, quite ungracefully, practically sleeping still, to the door, realized there was no fire, back to bed at 8:02. Stuff inbetween, blah blah, reinstalling fan 4 a.m., grounded it this time (skipped that the first go after reading it wasn't necessary, decided maybe i wouldn't have nightmares if i did it) AND
voila!

and here's proof it works:



are you freakin impressed? when i snapped it on just hours ago, i was overcome by the urge to spit, drink a beer, and go to a public place to scratch my genitalia.
Ceiling fan on clearance: $15
Set of machine screws: $1
Two 60-watt Reveal fan bulbs: $4
Phillips head screwdriver: $1
Feeling like an overly proud, spitting, ball-scratching, beer chugging heterosexual even if only for 32 seconds: Priceless
Now, as if the desire to scratch myself and spit wasn't quite enough, and I think it was, please behold:

This was
stolen borrowed only moments ago from the Belkin website. Please make note of the hefty pricetag. On a THIRD trip to walmart with Lesley tonight, on further inspection of clearance items, found the above-depicted item for... $17. Totally true. Now, mind you, I have a nano, Nuri Nano is his name... Yeah, I name everything cute. Nuri is Hebrew for flaming lights. precious, n'es pas? (as mentioned, heterosexual lasted a mere 32 seconds.) I bought it anyway, figured it was worth a shot. I knew minis were no more, but that the nano replaced them, so i had hopes. I got home and nuri didn't quite fit, but after i broke some plastic with a butter knife, my car was FINALLY filled with ipod loveliness. not only that, i really like the thing. i've read nightmare stories about the FM transmitters, and i am QUITE pleased with its performance. i sometimes get that annoying little hum, but at my regular driving volume, which is somewhere between loud enough to drown out my shrieking and disturbing to adjacent vehicles, i was not able to notice it in the least and the quality was indistinguishable from a cd.
thus, although it is with deepest regret, i have no choice but invoke a moratorium on walmart hatred effective immediately. check back next week, i can't imagine it lasting longer than that.
as a side note, i knit some more on the baby's gift. that's all i can say at the moment, unfortunately, but since i have the gall to call this a knitting blog, gall lately anyway, there's some knitting news. ;)
oh yeah, and panera bread is the antichrist. more on that another sleepless night.