Today I made an amazing discovery. I finally found the independent grocery store near my house! An archeological find, almost. A family run grocery that has been going since the turn of the century, which hasn't been bought out by the biggies and moved so far from anyones' home that it is impossible to walk there. I think the place must survive on all the older residents in the area, of which there are many. I loved it. They even had these tiny tins of mints, which I think are so cute, on top of being cool because they are in a real tin. I will shop there as much as possible, to avoid the obnoxious big box grocery stores. I was so sad when I went home to Waterloo this weekend, and discovered that the downtown grocery store which I survived my undergraduate degree on has closed down. I was grateful, however, that they at least waited for me to graduate. I remember once I was there, looking at this strange kind of cheese, and asked the grocer who was there about it, and he promised to bring me a good Menonite recipe for a great cake his mother used to make with it, but I never met up with him again, sadly. That never happens in the huge stores, let me tell you. But I have even fonder memories of that place, when my gramma used to take me there when I was little and came to visit her. Ah well, time stops for no one. I will just have to patronize my new found little grocery store, and content myself with that. :)

I was home in Waterloo this weekend, and took in American Psycho. M has just finished reading the book, at S's suggestion, and (other) S also read it, and told me about her impressions of both the book and the movie, so I was well prepared. Perhaps a little too well prepared. I think someday, not any time soon mind you, I will have to read the book for myself. However, having now seen the movie, it was not as bad, (ie, scary) and not as good, (ie, well put together) as I had hoped. We also took in some regular old TV this weekend, something I almost never do. I hate ads, and TV is jammed with them, so I avoid it at all costs, most of the time. I was quite disturbed, however, by the ad for KitchenAid which looked far too similar to many aspects of American Psycho. Perhaps, taken with the book, the movie is a meaningful satire of the materialism not just of the 80's but capitalist North American culture in general. That is what makes it such a scary movie!