Brr, it's cold in here.

Movie theaters are cold. Always. I used to think it was just in the summer when they pumped in the AC, but it seems they don't turn on the heat either. It's official, I should start wearing long underwear to the movies because otherwise I'll freeze to death. Not only are theaters cold, but it's all movie theaters. I just thought I should make you all aware of this so you can mentally prepare yourself whenever you go see a movie.

The Main Line has turned against us.

WTF man? On Christmas Eve, Mary and I escaped the house soon after waking up. We love chicken cheese steaks and cheese fries, so we figured, ah yes campus corner, the love of our lives. Wrong! We drove Campus and the lights were out. I figured Mary is stupid and lied to me. She didn't really check the hours, it was a trap. No, Wrong again! Campus specifically stated that the hours were 11-3, What time was it? 1:45. Here's my angry letter I planned on writing on a napkin, but chose not to:

Dear Campus,
It's 1:45 on December 24th; you're supposed to be open, but your door seems to be locked. That's funny. I thought about breaking in, but I thought I would leave you this note to express my anger instead. First you switched the cheese, then the rolls and now this? What is happening? Keep it up, and I might have to find a new love of my life.
--One of the Oak Ridge Girls

Then we headed over to the TLA for some DVDs to ease the pain. Mary and I have been working on watching all of My So-Called life for oh, probably the past year or so. We only have one disk left. We decided we would rent the ultimate movie, Napoleon Dynamite and the final disk. No! The TLA had neither My So-Called life nor Napoleon. Gosh!

We thought we would go get some pot pies and muffins at the Bakery Shoppe. The Bakery shoppe was packed, and had slim pickings. If I wanted a gross low-fat muffin I was in luck, but otherwise I was forced to leave. No one likes low-fat things. It's a muffin, it's supposed to be covered in sugary tastiness. Bakery Shoppe, Why do you create low-fat things? To hurt me?

We were still hungry so we headed for Ruby's. No, a 20-25 minute wait. We were not about to wait for 20 minutes to stand around with 500 children and watch the train go by. So I suggested to go over to Peace across the street. See Mary's previous post about her new found love of the Peace in Ardmore.

So I've come to the conclusion that every (worthy) establishment on the Main Line hates us, except for Peace, possibly the new love of my life.

Jane's reaction to the challenge

	btw, did you see my post about kitten calling us out?
	hwta?! no!
	go check it out.
	SHE NEVER BLOGS I WILL DESTROY HER
	she blogged 5 messages today.
	WHATS WRONG WITH HER SHE WILL DIE no! angry i am angry down she is going down tomorrow = day of posts

Today's questions: sandwiches

1) What seemingly popular sandwich would you never eat?
2) PB+J: Type of each. more PB or more J?
3) Favored bread? Toasted or not?
4) What is your favorite sandwich?

1) Tuna salad. I cannot decide what is grosser, the tuna, or the mayo coating it. Ew. Just thinking about it makes me feel a little sick.
2) A very tough question. I guess I put on more PB than J, but it's close. J should be strawberry, PB should be chunky.
3) I heart white bread, and its total lack of nutritional value. If I were absolutely forced to choose a grainy bread, I kind of dig that one that has little bits of oatmeal on the top, because it most closely recreates the delicious sweetness of white bread. Toasting is always good.
4) Standard sandwich: roast beef. Ultimate sandwich: the real turkey sandwich on a baguette formerly found at the (now dearly departed) Peche. Backup ultimate sandwiches can be found at the Le Bus on 18th St., where basically everything is good. Although I have never had their sprout sandwich, because you would have to be a fool to think that was going to turn out well.

The Challenge

Dear Jane,

We have been challenged. Called out, if you will. By none other than JENNIFER!!! Yes, that's right, the girl who took a 3 month vacation from her blog to get married thinks that she can post 5 blogs in one day, and now she's some kind of blogging master. Are we going to take that? NO! We are ready to rumble! So, think about what we're going to blog about. Ms. Jitsu seems to favor the "answer random questions" model of blogging. Maybe I will start asking you random questions, and then we'll have at least 2 posts a day (assuming you answer me.) And if Mary is our real sister, she will not let this challenge go unanswered, either, and she will fire back as well. (Good work, Mary, for getting the ball rolling.) You posted as the challenge was being made. OK, I can't waste that much material in one post, since obviously, just posting a bunch of different posts within an hour is totally kosher, but expect to see my first list of questions soon.

Love,
Helen

P.S. I also favor SHA over Rosemont for Christmas Eve.

Look out your window!

Okay, so it probably isn't snowing at the moment you're reading this, but it's snowing at the moment I'm writing it. Finally, the glorious snow has come. It's lightened up a little which is slightly depressing, but hopefully it will be enough for a snow day and sledding. That's basically the only exciting thing happening in my life.

Well other than, Let's get ready to Rumble! Yeah crack that code!

A link for Steven

Try out some new webcomics.

Clementines.... The Ideal Fruit

The original manifesto, as it has come to be known, in which I make my case for clementines being the most *ideal* fruit. (Please note the distinction between "ideal" and "best". I am not so foolish as to enter into that conversation.)

My case for clementines:

They taste good. They are sweet, and you rarely get bad ones.

They are good at satisfying both hunger and thirst. While clearly food, clementines are very juicy, quenching thirst.

They are portable. They are small enough to fit in a pocket, and you do not need to wash them before eating them.

They are easy to eat. First, they are easy to peel, then they break into bite-size portions, perfect for eating any time. And, there are no seeds.

They are neat. You do not get juice, pulp, or bits of any sort all over. The peel creates a good place to put the rest of the clementine down between bites, yet is biodegradeable, so, in the absence of a trashcan, it can be thrown on the ground.

They smell good. If you've smelled them, you know what I mean.

They come at the right time of year. Summer fruits are delicious, but there are so many of them, how can you concentrate? Clementines are in season when few other fruits are.

They have positive associations. Clementines are traditional christmas gifts, associating them with one of the best-loved times of the year.

They are easy to share. First, they are small enough that you can bring a whole bunch with you, and second, they split apart so easily.

They make people happy. Yes, giving someone a clementine is sure to bring a smile to their face.

Movies, Games and More

Sweeney pointed out yesterday that we are obsessed with lists. Mary countered that, no, just cable is obsessed with lists. (VH1, I'm talking to you.) So, I will draw your attention to listsofbests.com, which you, because you are obsessed with lists, will already know about. But maybe you didn't.

Second, the particular list, courtesy of blogdex, is "Top 100 Overlooked Films of the 1990s". This raises the natural question, how do you define an "overlooked film", since I've seen nearly half the movies on this list. And, it includes one of my personal faves, Dead Again.

I'll admit it, though, I like a good list, especially for movies. Gives me Netflix fodder. Music, on the other hand.... tell me who made the list, and I'll name at least 4 of the top 10. Try it yourself at home, with this somewhat stupid, yet somewhat addictive game Jane and I play. It's like Family Feud, except you don't need your own team of statisticians. iTunes Music Store Feud! As in the Feud, whoever names the song closest to the top of the top 10 for that artist wins the round.

Speaking of music games, Janie better start practicing, or she's going to get whupped by the rising DDR champion in our midst. Find out who it is at our New Year's Eve party! Come one, come all, to our palace in the sky, where we will watch the river fireworks without freezing our butts off. (Note: Attendees will not be required to play DDR.) People who actually read Steven's blog have already been invited to this party. You are now double welcome.

2 weeks until christmas break

Prom is over; you can call me Shirley Temple when referring to that night, but only then, and only once, or I will beat you. Prom was surprisingly fun. I expected it to be sucky, but in the end it was awesome. My secret boyfriend, DJ Gabe had some difficulties with the outlets at Sacred Heart, but the power didn't go out (shocker) and he managed to get the music back on. There was a fight, sadly I missed it though. And someone threw up from drinking too much soda, gross but funny when I look back on it. My ring fits too, yay!

These next two weeks = crap. Not only are teachers piling on homework because "there's just not enough time in the 2nd quarter," but crew is starting too. Not good, very stressful. I don't really sleep much anymore. Ultimately it's school that's stunting my growth and wants me to forever be the short Horstmann.

I want snow, and a snow day, but the first step is snow. I infected Helen and Caroline, and now after a month and a half I'm really becoming unsick. I barely ever cough now, it's spectacular.