• A perfectly ripe, creamy avocado
• The first sip of Coke, still fizzing from being poured
• Electric blanketliciousness
• Cuddly, six month old puppies

Stuff Alan and I watched while he was here, in descending order of awesomeness:

• FIRST PLACE TIE: Pushing Daisies (TV) & Juno: Pushing Daisies is the most demographic-ambiguous show ever. It’s a most holy matrimony of forensic crime drama + necromancy + fairy tale. The characters are lovably quirky, the aesthetic is retrolicious, and it’s just plain whimsical and sweet. So too was Juno, which managed to be hilariously witty and Napoleon Dynamite-esque all at once.
• Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street: I would never miss an opportunity to pay $8 to listen to Alan Rickman speak. I wonder how much it would cost to get him to record my voice mail message. The dude rivals James Earl Jones.
• Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV): Kickassery. You know.
• The Great Debaters: Standard heart-warming fare. My only complaint is that the so-called great debaters always seemed to find themselves on the easy side of debates, like “What’s better? War or peace?” and arguing in favor of the latter.
• Superbad: Can you say “Michael Cera-a-thon”?
• Manufactured Landscapes: Depressing. I got antsy after an hour.
• LAST PLACE TIE (only because I’ve already seen these movies before but Alan is one of those weirdos who can rewatch movies a million times when they come on TV): The Princess Bride*, Pulp Fiction, X-Men: The Last Stand, 1/2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (movie version)

* Scratch that one. I can’t hate on one of the best movies ever made, the movie that is the true birthright of every child born in the ’80s.

… except it’s Tuesday.

Anyhow, important facts I need to share with the internet today:

• While window shopping on Amazon, I happened to glance at the “customers who bought items like this also bought” list. Please enjoy my fortuitous click. The reviews are especially worthwhile.
• Guilty pleasure indulged: Whenever I finish grocery shopping and have a cart to return to the parking lot cart corral, I like to play a little game. As I approach the corral, I begin pushing the cart faster and faster, building up the momentum until the very last second, when I shove the cart as hard as I can into the other carts in the corral. Metal on metal CRASH! Delightful destruction most indestructibly executed!

  Try it next time. I promise you’ll like it.

• Unseasonably warm weather fills me with irrational impulses to wear shorts in January.
• You know you’re a Slurpee aficionado when you: A. Can tell they’ve switched to a new, inferior lid design (”Only temporarily!” the clerk assured me), and B. Made a mental note of the fact that this work week is January 7th through the 11th.
• Special thanks go to Michael Cera for reintroducing me to the faux citrusy goodness of orange Tic-Tacs.

Is it just me or is something about my weather forecast a little… odd?