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. . . wow, okay. So. You know what's a really good way to highlight Chuck's inherently juvenile and creepy treatment of women? Watching an episode of it right after tonight's episode of Dollhouse.

(Yeah, I've resumed watching the second season of Chuck after exasperation with the Buy More subplots chased me off when I was marathoning the show a couple months ago. Those subplots still suck. I'm tired of all those people and I have no idea why none of them have quit or gotten fired. But the actual interesting part of the show has proven worth sitting through the annoying and boring parts.)

Buuut anyway. See, Dollhouse has its issues too, many of which are FOX-induced, but it knows it. These past couple of episodes have deliberately ramped up the creepiness factor, with Joss making the entire premise as queasy as possible without actually causing people to vomit. It's made the show better, because it's thought-provoking and it won't let you settle down and choose a side, because EVERYONE is horrifying.

Chuck just - does it accidentally. And I gloss over that, probably because of internalized blah blah blah, but going into it with the mindset Dollhouse put me in ended up with me getting pretty pissed off.

I'm not really sure what my point is here. Don't watch fun goofy stuff with women issues after watching dark creepy fucked-up stuff with women issues, I guess.

I think it's time for me to sleep now.

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I work at a sandwich/pizza/pasta shop, and while we of course maintain perfect food hygiene at all times (. . . ahahahaha), there's been an additional notice posted about being even stricter about hygiene due to the swine flu. (I think we're up to five confirmed cases in Maine?)

It starts out with the obvious stuff about washing hands a lot and not sneezing on people, and then it - sort of unravels, until it gets to the following gem:

"If you have the swine flu, stay home and call your manager immediately."

. . . if I am diagnosed with the swine flu, my ass is probably in quarantine, and [shop name redacted] doesn't even make the list of my priorities, okay? I mean, there's probably some set of laws or guidelines in effect that would require some kind of contact, but believe you me, I'm not thinking of that without being reminded.

Oh, [shop name redacted because I don't feel like turning up on a Google search with this particular entry]. Never change.