Lunatic wanders out with the rest of the household (we all have this day off except for the LF) to get some lunch and some light shopping in. At the grocery store, we encounter Wol, our neighbor the very talkative 60-something former porn star with health problems. Poor Marx had his ear talked off.
I scramblingly get ready for the rest of the day, and we're off to get the LF and do assorted errands. I am dropped off at the plasma place and I do my thing there.
Movie of the day: Swordfish. I was giggling over some of the computer speed and GUI issues, but was overall impressed with the portrayal of a cracker at work. They included the caffiene in liquid form. That is very key to the type. I'm going to have to watch this again so that I can actually get the whole story instead of, you know, vaguely realizing that there's some spy stuff and lots of cracking going on.
Then the Lunatic got lost. The Lunatic, instead of proceeding South down 19th Avenue on the 19, proceeded East down Indian School on the 41. The Lunatic stopped for dinner, but failed to realize her mistake until about 14th Street, two blocks East and still quite a ways North of her eventual destination. So she got off and caught the 16 to McDowell, and walked the rest of the way West to freshstartwrite.
Still early, though.
The chick at the computer next to me was boggling at my typing speed. Last time my typing speed was measured, I was at 69wpm. She guessed 60. I really want to be a lot faster typist, but that will take a lot of practice and a lot of keeping my brain and my fingers moving at the same speed. Right now my brain is a lot faster and my fingers sometimes just take letters out of sequence -- that's where 90% of my typographical errors come from.
agent139 has some interesting musings on memetic programming through advertising in mass media over in discord_society. Y'all may want to take a gander. It's a little thick for me, but it looks like some heavy shit.