WMD: At left are sandals, but not just any sandals: they're "sports sandals." They arrived in the mail courtesy of my brother, sister in law and two nieces as an early birthday present. I've never been one to wear sandals, and I loathe the sound of flipflops in summer time, but these will be great around the house. Thanks, guys.
On the buses: Recent rides have been pleasant and free of drunks and monologists. Yesterday, a young guy across the way from me spilled a bit of his bubble tea on the floor. Bless him, he pulled a towel from his carry bag and wiped it up. Bless his parents for teaching him responsibility. But a warning: take the bus on a major route past certain private schools at shortly past 3 p.m., and suddenly your bus will be invaded by three or four dozen teenage girls wearing sweaters and tartan dresses. I know some people might not think that's a problem ...
TV farewell: Da Vinci aired its final episode Monday night, and it was a slam bang hour that travelled at far above highway speeds. Cops got framed, the high and mighty got arrested, coverups were exposed and then covered up again, politicians resigned. But what's this? Da Vinci battled bad press coverage from one of the city newspapers by banning their boxes on city streets. And no one around him batted an eye at it.
Today's bLINKit: A Slate story on The Movies.
Are the sandals the kind one can wear into water where there might be sharp rocks, or on a public beach where there may be broken glass? Cool. If the soles are rubbery you may find that Casper likes to claw at the bottoms of them. Our Spencer likes mine when they're out in the summer. Happy Birthday early.
Posted by: Julie K | March 03, 2006 at 10:11 AM