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From Wikipedia:

Ophiuchus is a large constellation located around the celestial equator. Its name is Greek for ‘snake-holder’, and it is commonly represented as a man grasping the snake that is represented by the constellation Serpens. Ophiuchus was one of the 48 constellations listed by the 1st century astronomer Ptolemy, and it remains one of the 88 modern constellations. It was formerly referred to as Serpentarius, a Latin word meaning the same as its current name.

Ophiuchus is a zodiacal constellation (meaning that the Sun passes through it during the course of the year), but unlike the other twelve, it does not lend its name to an astrological sign. As of 2008, the Sun passes through Ophiuchus between November 30 and December 17.

I thought it was interesting that Wikipedia still listed the constellation on its Table of Dates, even though it’s not technically a sign. I kind of wish it were, since my birthday is November 30th. The next time someone asks my sign, I tell them I’m a proud member of the elite group of Ophiuchuses, the hidden 13th sign. Actually, no, I won’t to do that, since that would likely spark a conversation with someone about astrology, and I go to great lengths to avoid talking about nonsense.

Even though astrology is useful only for its entertainment value, I’d still like to think there’s some little cosmic reason out there that makes me extra-special.

I’m getting a new sublet in Alhambra today. Say it with me now:

Before you attempt to be funny and original by sarcastically mistaking it for Alabama like several other people have, please think of the children.

My week-long emergency sublet in Pasadena is coming to a close. I haven’t been in a living situation like this in awhile, so here’s a Pros-and-Cons list.

I sleep in a double-bed.
I have a room with a door.
There is an in-unit washer/dryer.
I can still run my regular loop in the morning.

It costs more than I would pay long term. I came across a chat log of mine from when I was about to move to Seattle. I was talking to a native about decent places to live that weren’t ridiculously expensive. After an exhaustive tour of apartments in NYC, I figured any apartment-hunt would be easier. Even so, I said to him, “I’m worried that I’m going to be paying $xxx/week to live in the ‘cool’ part of town. But I don’t care that it’s cool; I don’t have a car and need to walk everywhere.” And now, look who’s paying almost $xxx/week to be within walking distance of stores, the bank, the library, and some schools I’m not attending.

The landlord put down carpet remnants over the real carpet in all the rooms. The scraps in my room make walking around more tedious than it should be. She explained that people drip stuff and she has to pay to clean the carpet, etc. Yeah, I’m sure it’s a pain, but the carpet is already damaged enough to warrant replacement if she wanted to sell the house anyway. She also has trays and magazines all over the table tops in case of spillage. I kind of feel like a new puppy that needs to learn how to pee on the newspaper.

There are other people here. At first, there was just a girl in the big room downstairs. Fine. The landlord introduced me to some guy who had just moved out, but would be coming back in a week. Okay, great, whatever. Then, I’m in my room one evening, having taken my hair down and changed into I’m-alone-so-I’ll-wear-what-I-want clothes, a guy comes into my room and introduces himself. He’s staying in the loft upstairs. WTF? Maybe the landlord could have mentioned him and introduced us BEFORE I was getting ready for bed. And now there’s another guy here in the room next to me. I haven’t met him or even seen him, but he snores and uses nasty-looking soap.

The electric sockets in the bathroom don’t work. I have to do my hair in my room, kneeling on the floor in front of my closet mirror. Now I really feel like I’m in college again. In addition to that, the landlord expects us to unplug anything we’re not using. Turning it off I understand, but she probably found out she could save a couple dollars on electricity by leaving everything unplugged. I’m all for doing things to help the environment, but I’ve disconnected and reconnected the wireless router so many times it’s pointless.

Of course, I have other gripes. And I will have some gripes about the new place too. The only issue I can see so far is too much IKEA. I never understood why people like that store so much. All their stuff looks small and cheap, and I have yet to sit on a piece of IKEA living room furniture that doesn’t feel like a padded tree stump. I’m a big girl and I still like the feeling of disappearing into a couch. But none of that matters. By Wednesday, the last girl will move out and I will be alone.

Things have been rough lately, so I’m writing a review. Yeah, that’s right, you know how I do.

As written on Google: I hate Rite-Aid [on Colorado Boulevard] more than any store I’ve visited in recent memory. Compared to every other Rite-Aid, this one always falls short. And that includes even the now-closed Rite-Aid in Downtown Seattle, which was like a homeless shelter with stuff for sale.

Since I’ve been in Pasadena, I’ve visited this Rite-Aid store several times. Everything is laid out in a way that makes no sense and it’s impossible to find anything I’m looking for. Most Pasadena natives must be privy to the uselessness of this store because the aisles are always clear. Perhaps the myriad of products that I don’t need are laughingly mocking me like a set of twins at the end of the aisle saying, “Come play with us, Danny. Forever and ever and ever…”

The staff, if I could find one of them, can’t seem to find anything either. Usually if I search long enough, I eventually find the aisle that *would* contain my item, but it *doesn’t* and that’s *annoying.*

How do you not have Nair? I know women be shavin’, but some of us don’t have that kind of time or precision.

Why does every travel shampoo and conditioner you carry not have a mate of the same type and brand? If I wash my hair with Pantene and then condition it with Garnier, you must understand that my hair is at risk of smelling like nuclear trash receptacle from the warring chemicals in each.

Why is your “food mart” comprised almost entirely of edible garbage? Half the items are candy bars, the other half are overpriced canned goods that I can get down the street at a real grocery store. And you don’t have cranberry juice that is 100% juice. You are a pharmacy! If you’ve ever had a UTI, then you respect the medical value of this non-prescription item!!

Unlike some of the other reviewers, I didn’t use the pharmacy, which I understand is the reason we have Rite-Aid in the first place. Still, if I were Godzilla, I would stomp this place out of existence and put a Walgreens in its place. Well, I’d have other people build the Walgreens because if I were Godzilla, I’d be too big to construct such a tiny store.

Addendum: A bit later in the day I had the pleasure of stumbling into a “99 Cents Only” store. Everything in there is 99 cents or less! No, seriously! They have so many things I would actually eat in that store! Until today, I had never been in one of these.

I was surprised to see they had produce. Some of it looked overly ripe, but it was a good effort. Much to my surprise, there was a huge selection of meat and cheese that wasn’t going to expire practically tomorrow. They had 32-ounce jugs of milk and chips and salsa and daaaang, I could go full-on grocery shopping here if I knew I’d be staying here awhile. (More on that later.)

I also saw Batman flip-flops, which I would have totally bought if they had my size… and wore flip-flops. I was pretty close to buying some seahorse pool toys and an InuYasha DVD, but then I remembered I don’t have a pool or DVD player. And that I already have enough toys in California, Texas, Washington, and probably New York to sink a ship, and someday I’m going to have to get them all in one place.

I bought a Thai Kitchen noodle bowl (better than Top Ramen, although the store has a lot of that too) and a big box of glowing sour gummy worms. No need to praise my refined tastes.

So what have we learned today? Sell neat-looking crap for 99 cents. Don’t call yourself a pharmacy and try to sell actual crap for more than that.

Also, Pavilion, a subsidiary of Von’s, has nasty carrots but all is forgiven because they have Rosarita Zesty Salsa refried beans, which I haven’t seen in years and thought were discontinued. And Trader Joe’s is still the best store on the planet. I went to all these places today.

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted one of these. Also, I’m sick of refraining from posting current stuff because someday I’ll write about Shanghai stuff. Maybe I will write a few more things about it, they will get buried, and no one without an rss feed of this blog (which I think is everyone) will see it. Anyway, without further adieu, I give you:


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You’re saying you were a drug dealer who could have made something of himself in the straight world, but chose to pursue a profession of danger and deceit? Something about overcoming adversity? A great long journey to self-realization through making a bunch of mistakes to help you realize how precious life is? Hmmm? Yes, that’s totally different. There aren’t any books like that.

Yes, I’m obviously drawing from the Family Guy episode where Stewie rags on Brian’s novel. And when I was looking for that, I also found this. Bwahaha.