Post-Stress Induced Mania
Wednesday, in a flurry of post-stress–induced mania, I finished all my Christmas shopping (lucky that Borders and Illegal Pete's are only a block apart, otherwise I would have lost my nerve).
Border's extensive collection of DVD Box sets is, unfortunately, quite close to the children's books, did you know they now have a specific section for children's Architecture books, which is where I finally found David Macauley's Cathedral, and I thought I might pick up a copy of Spirited Away for Emmett while I was there, to make up for the Dora the Explorer DVD I got him last year, although all things considered Dora is not such a bad show, and he really does like it, and then I had the second season of Gilmore Girls in one hand and the first season of The OC in the other.
How these things happen, I don't really know.
It was under suspiciously similar circumstances that I walked out of the Palo Alto Borders with the first season of Buffy under my arm on a truly awful afternoon in June of 2002. That was five Buffy sets ago (I have not yet, much to Ben's annoyance, acquired Buffy season 7 yet).
Wednesday night was spent with a bottle of wine and the first two DVDs of The OC. Last night would probably have been spent similarly, but for the siren's call of late night sushi happy hour at Hapa (fermented plum rolls).
The OC is a lot better than I expected it to be. I decided to watch the show solely because of its much publicized foray into the archetype of the previously shown as straight character who is now gay (paging all 21st century Joseph Campbells), so I wasn't exactly expecting it to be great. So far, at least, the characters are sympathetic and moderately engaging. All the interesting characters, though, are male, which I wouldn't have expected. The female actors have not been given much to play with yet. We'll see how it goes. The TiVo is now under strict instructions to record the second season.