Having no computer at home has some perks. Like getting to squeeze some quality TV time from the otherwise usually TV-less days. Randomly flippity flopping through channels when I stumbled upon an adorable little film, [1] The seven year itch. It wasn’t great, or as funny as it thought it was, but it was just so cute. People who know my preferences in things know I am not too keen on things I classify “old”. (Since I realize using less “stuff” and replacing all stuff with “things” defeats the purpose, “things” in that last statement refers to movies/music.) And there it was, this darling little thing released a good quarter century before I was born, and yet I liked it. And I found it funny.
Whether I was laughing at or because of it wasn’t clear at times, but it made me laugh and that’s that.
Moving on to other things, not too long ago, during a particularly [2] absent minded week, I lost one pair of glasses AND broke my spare. Inherently, I have no issues with that because I can see well enough without them for most practical purposes. But for some reason I had to blab about this to my parents, and voila, next time a relative flies there and back, I have a brand new shiny pair. Now, this would be good news if its frame colour wasn’t an odd mix of brassy pinky metallicish shinyish .. gah, I can’t even describe it. I hate it. I try not to wear it. And I’m beginning to feel a tad guilty about it.
I’ve screamed about it, but *cough* people responsible don’t seem to mind. I mean if the store doesn’t have too much to choose from, you don’t buy. Or you wait. I know, probably, at times I’ll sound peeved about not being able to [3] choose your own gender, but this rather feminine coloured frame is definitely not one of the reasons.
Grayish metallicish and thereabouts - the only acceptable colour spectrum.
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