my brain. what is wrong with it?

Yesterday I went to the store and remembered to buy icecream, breakfast cereal and bananas, and all the ingredients for breakfast burritos for dinner. I realised as soon as I got home that I had forgotten the milk. I later discovered, after three bowls of cereal had been eaten, that we were also out of dogfood AND catfood. So this morning I forgot again and poured a bowl of cereal. There was no milk, so I ran to the store and came back with milk and garbage bags (for picking up dog poop with, you see - I was out of those too). And then the dog was like O HAI MOMMY INVISIBLE SANDWICH? and I remembered how we were also out of animal food. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BRAIN????????

Total trips to grocery store in last 24 hours: 2
Total items forgotten in the course of those 24 hours: 4 (or more???)
Total items still not purchased which were needed, like, six hours ago: 2 (or more???)
Total predicted trips to the grocery store for the rest of the week: Going by this record, at least 1,5 per day, or six (or more???)

Other things I have considered making posts about recently, before changing my mind:

• Flesh-coloured tights: Just. Say. No.


• All the people I hated most in my hometown, how all of them came from our friendly Unitarian Universalist Congregation, and how that has quite reasonably contributed to my misanthropy


• Homemade chocolate sauce for brownies: MISTAKE


• Straight Man and Funny Man, or rather, just the Straight Man: Jeeves, Sherlock Holmes (a straight man without the humour? A Jeeves-type cast, paradoxically, as the unorthodox or comic?), Spock, Data, Fraser of Due South, etc. Why are they so awesome?


• The Holocaust and how I have been trying to make a post about it for a year and not managed yet, but maybe I will soon, although don't hold your breath, because it's hard to be coherent when I get really, really angry

Finally, have a picture.

i can't keep one train of thought so i'll just do bullet points.

• There is no flash player on this computer. It's getting really annoying.


• Last summer was just full of good movies, wasn't it? And this summer is full of nothing that I want to see except maybe Iron Man. I was looking forward to St Trinian's regardless of anticipated quality (schoolgirl uniforms!) but it won't be coming out here at all.


• [Star Trek: DS9] Garak: Poirot in Space! (WITH Bonus Badass Ex-Secret Service Action!) Discuss.


• Most exciting discovery, for me, in six months: a heretofore-unnoticed but really wonderful, nearly flawless Sherlock Holmes slash writer: Holmes/Watson fan fiction by Katie Forsythe


• I have an Ideal Dress, the one dress that has captured my imagination since I was a child and which I would unhestatingly order, if i could have Any! Dress! in! the! World! It's the green sequined dress Cyd Charisse shimmers around in seducing Gene Kelly in the "Broadway Melody" sequence of Singin' in the Rain and you can see a whole whopping great gallery of screencaps of it here.
  
  I always just assumed that everyone had an Ideal Dress and was unaccountably surprised that wax_jism didn't (I shouldn't have been because she doesn't really care about clothes, let alone dresses, except as she is occasionally inspired to want to imitate the dress of Mikey Way or whoever else she's desperately idolising/obsessing over).
  
  I think my mom's ideal dress was a crimson Renaissance-inspired partially-gauze scarf-skirted number she fell for at the age of about 22, and would have saved up for and worn to her wedding except that my fussy and dictatorial paternal grandmother said she "couldn't" come to the wedding if they waited long enough for Mom to afford it, so she canned the idea and made her own, a rose-printed silky white polyester shirt dress which as a child I always found horribly disappointing because it was so simple, but which I now admire for its classy understatedness. How about it - do [Poll #1183481]
  


• Remember the brown brocade vest? Well, Wax has lost sufficient weight that her huge boobs finally fit into it and the dashed thing still hasn't got the decency to fit right. It would need just as much tailoring as it would on me to fit her, several inches off the top slopes of the boobage and more than that below, and it would end up looking like a corset. With all the lining and stuff it's not worth the trouble, so we shall have to give it up, but it's very sad with the gorgeous Chinese medallions and the silky brocade. The only silver lining I can find is that it is not, in fact, made of ACTUAL silk, only a very convincing synthetic. Were the silk genuine I'm sure I couldn't bear to part with it ever, from the value of the fabric alone.


• I feel quite wistful and given to nostalgia lately. Missing people who have passed out of my life. A trifle lonely. I wonder if heartache is a silly metaphor which, when read about a lot, eventually causes you to imagine a physical sensation in the region of the heart, or whether on the contrary the chest really does get tight and sensitive-feeling, momentarily, in the grip of sadness, and 'heartache' was coined to describe the symptoms.


• Taking after one's parents so much is either a very good (at least it's predictable?) or a very bad thing (over-exposure in early years makes the symptoms particularly depressing when they appear).