Slayed!

I have no noble reason for my radio silence this past week, except that a) there's been nothing of note to really report and b) I went and signed us up for Netflix (hey, if we're bold enough to have this blog, we can let the conspiracy know where we receive mail-order DVDs, right?), only to discover that the entire series of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" is available for instant streaming. The friends that I wrote about in the last post always tried to get me to watch the show, so I decided to give it a try, and Gibson and I have basically wasted the entire week watching it. So far: exceedingly enjoyable.

(Also, I cook. M-Dubs set up a greenhouse in the fall and we've actually been getting some good produce from it, which bodes well for our post-apocalyptic survival if it comes to that. Never thought I'd play chef during the end of the world but Dr. S -- a fine cook -- has her hands full with science, and when we let M-Dubs in the kitchen it was kale and lentils for a week; Gibson took a turn, too, and after three days of ramen noodles and Easy Mac I realized that I could still make a difference after all...)