Thursday miscellanea #167

Saw Mission: Impossible—Ghost Protocol last night with BamaDan. It’s a popcorn movie that is comfortable with its station, and refreshingly devoid of haughtiness. If you think you’ll enjoy it, you will. 7/10.
I find the Facebook timeline intuitive and aesthetically pleasing. No complaints so far, major or otherwise.
So I ordered and received a Lands’ End Squall jacket last week, but the right pocket was missing its zipper pull. I emailed and asked for the part, as I was pretty sure I could install it myself. I received a prompt and apologetic reply, and “Doris” told me the parts department would have the pull to me in a week or so. I thanked her and put a key ring on the zipper so I could use it in the meantime. Instead, today I received a replacement jacket with a prepaid label to return the old one. That’s service, dudes and dolls. Bravo.
“I know, right?” An idiom that becomes as ubiquitous as this almost always bothers me, but I’m mostly all right with this one. Perhaps it’s because it’s still reasonably grammatical and descriptive?
I now have two recommendations in hand for Sweet Lucy bourbon—one from Beth and one from a mutual acquaintance. Except then I saw Beffy yesterday and she said “apricot infused.” Uh-oh. It’s liqueur. There is almost no chance I won’t find it too sweet.
By the way, don’t go Googling for that Sweet Lucy. I’m pretty sure that’s what I was doing when I picked up some nasty malware of which I’m trying to rid my primary desktop even as I type. Hey, what are mornings off for if not battling anonymous evil?
Even still, I’m unclenching. I feel myself sliding into Christmas nicely. I have a couple of pleasant errands with essentially no proximity to retail today, and life is good.

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