Random thoughts

[cleolinda]

1) ¡¡MOAR SHOPPING!! And we are still desperately searching for things to give my stepfather.

2) I am still full from lunch at Cocina Superior, and I may never eat again. It's over at Brookwood--I believe it's From the People Who Brought You Superior Grill? So the margaritas there are also made with fresh lime juice and the salsa is excellent and the cheese dip is fantastic.

(No, I did not actually have a margarita. But I should have.)

3) Nothing kills your aisle-dancing buzz like the in-store music changing from Belinda Carlisle's "Mad About You" to Sarah McLachlan's "Angel." That song does not have a beat and you cannot dance to it.

(Yes, I am to a point now where I will dance and sing in public with minimal shame. But very quietly, so that if I run into another shopper I can easily downshift into Just Bopping Along with the Song mode. If I just look crazy in a quiet, absentminded, Luna Lovegood kind of way, I'm okay with that.)

4) ARRRRRGHHHHHH PBWIKI IS MAKING EVERYONE UPGRADE TO 2.0. (Technically I could have waited until February, but--why not go ahead and face the inevitable?) This means that everything will look a bit wonky until I straighten out the formatting. Apparently all my blockquoting is screwed now (THANKS, PBWIKI).

(Eh. Maybe this is my opportunity to go through and redo a lot of stuff in a more uniform style, the way I've wanted to for a while. And I will say, the new version is more WYSIWYG, easier to use, and doesn't involve code. But still, you know. I fear change. And all pages with Table of Contents codes have to be manually tweaked, I just realized, which is why some of the shortcut links aren't working at the moment.)

(I'm also looking into disabling the comment function on the wiki pages, because you know what? That is just one more thing I don't have the fortitude to deal with.)

5) And finally, word has come in from McRachel that she has, in fact, escaped the sucking void of the Aiport Dimension. Huzzah!

Comments

Yeah, Christmas stress...

[franklanguage.livejournal.com]

I realized today I have the perfect gift for my sister right under my nose—a Cartier watch that I was going to sell. Instead, she gets it—her husband gets a bottle opener.

Re: Yeah, Christmas stress...

[madelrocio7.livejournal.com]

What a lucky sister.

Last night I dreamed about you

[mangonocturna.livejournal.com]

I was on a Who Wants to Have Brunch with Cleolinda? reality show, and I won by default because I was the only contestant who thought the Twilight books were supposed to be funny and also liked DePeche Mode, Louisa May Alcott and grits.

As we sat down to the lavish brunch I had prepared myself, I told you that I had had this dream-within-a-dream where Edward Cullen and Jacob took you to Sparkle Meadow in Edward's Aston Martin, and you all just stood there, looking around, and just as the silence was about to feel awkward, Jacob and Edward looked at each other and exchanged barely perceptible but very significant-looking nods, Edward suddenly spun you around to face him at super-human speed, holding you in a marble-like grip, but it was his molten topaz eyes that held you motionless, spellbound, golden-gazebound, his godlike face grim.

"Cleolinda," he said, and the sound of his voice was angelic, commanding. Your name had never sounded so beautiful, almost musical. The gentle breeze of the Sparkle Meadow Glamour Fan tossed soft wisps of your hair against your cheeks, but all you knew were his cold hands, the icy fingers tightening on your usually resolute shoulders. (As if you could fight him off), the smoldering golden fire of his eyes, the mellifluous growl of his voice.

"As you know, I do not sleep," he began. But I do dream," he added, his voice low as if speaking to himself, his perfect lips almost a sneer.

"And I have had a dream that involves you."

The aureate embers of his eyes burned into yours.

"Cleolinda, it is imperative that you copyright the term 'fursplode', and that you do so immediately," the melodic solemnity of his voice was mesmerizing.

"Breathe," he snarled, but before you had time to obey, Jacob leapt forward, and with wolf-like speed, caught you up and held you close against the furnace of his massive chest, but it was the limpid blackness of his eyes that held you immobile, the forceful clasp of his tree-like arms, you reflected, were almost an accessory, but one that made the outfit.

"You know I don't always agree with the bloodsucker," his voice a steady, rumbling whisper, "but he's right about this one, Cleo. I know it, and you know it, too. Like it or not, it's the only way."

His eyes gripped yours with an ancient fire blacker than ink, and with sudden urgency Jacob clasped you tighter to the muscled warmth of his body, "Copyright 'fursplode' NOW!"

He almost barked the order, and you felt a strange rippling begin in his arms and slowly spread over his body.

A few feet away there was a sudden guttural warning from Edward's curled lips, and somehow you knew you had only seconds, if that.

"I- I will," you stammered. "I will!"

It was as if Sparkle Meadow itself exhaled an almost palpable relief.

"Thank God," said Jacob. "I just dropped every cent I got from the movie at the Big and Tall Men's store, and if you hadn't spoken in time, I was going to totally fursplode and trash my only jeans that really fit and have whiskers.

You sat silently as I recounted the dream, never interrupting, texting rapidly but quietly, occasionally taking a dainty bite of your jalapeno cheese grits, even hesitantly tasting the Karnataka curry grits and the kim chi grits.

(I had thought you might be as tickled as I that grits had become the Multi-Cultural Breakfast of The New! South - Now With More Embraceable Diversity Than Ever!)

When I had finally finished and sat back in my chair, you darted a quick glance at me, somehow managed a polite half-smile.

"Um," you said, quickly stuffing your Blackberry into your bag and grabbing your jacket in one swift, graceful move.

"Kthnxbai."

Re: Last night I dreamed about you

[elisa0984.livejournal.com]

I have tears, that is fabulous.

Re: Last night I dreamed about you

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

... wow.

[edda.livejournal.com]

I just Googled Cocina Superior (http://www.thecocinasuperior.com/) out of boredom and DANG. I would totally brave the Airport Dimension to eat there.

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. I had no idea they were so swank on the internets.

[txvoodoo.livejournal.com]

Cleo, I sing along to the music in stores all the time. Approaching the Red Hat age now, I just don't care anymore :D

I am SO UTTERLY going to be that older hippie lady who's a little bit batty.

[nc-bookworm.livejournal.com]

Never turn down a Margarita! Mmmm, now I want one!

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I have a bad habit of singing drunkenly in the car when people are driving me home. Hm. Also, I may have sung along with "Eternal Flame" in Publix a few days ago.

[greedyskunk.livejournal.com]

It is a Law of the Universe. You cannot do anything *but* sing "Eternal Flame" whenever it is played.

[crumpeteer.livejournal.com]

Listen to some Kasabian's "Club Foot", that will counteract the depressingness of "Angel". That song never fails to make me want to raid a criminal's hideout using nothing but blade weapons and artsy music video cuts.

[flaxenescapee.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am to a point now where I will dance and sing in public with minimal shame."

This is the only way to live!

[azuresquirrel.livejournal.com]

That song does not have a beat and you cannot dance to it.

This might be my favorite single sentence of yours since the infamous "And then I found out that wasn't even the incest my professor told me about."

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

What's it from, anyway--American Bandstand? "It's got a beat and you can dance to it"?

[tabbyclaw.livejournal.com]

#3 makes this Disenchanted Retail Drone so jealous. You were in a store on December 22nd and they played non-Christmas music? Two songs in a row, even? You have found the promised land.

[prinklerjelly.livejournal.com]

SO. They're making a fllipino version of Twilight. As a TV soap opera. Multi-million dollars.

http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?t=376266

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD.

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

THAT IS AMAZING

I WANT TO SEE PICTURES WHEN IT COMES OUT

[setauuta.livejournal.com]

I do the same thing regarding singing/dancing in the aisles - particularly in grocery stores, for some reason. What can I say? They have good music!

Agh!

[otterbird.livejournal.com]

Thank you very frakking much for getting "Mad About You" stuck in my head. (Agh! Ear worm! Get it out! Get ittttt oooouuuuuutttt!)

[glass-radical.livejournal.com]

My mom thwacked me on the head today for making up the words to some terrible woodling Christmas song sung by Someone Who Might As Well Be Marie Osmond about "wishes" and "magic" and "children".

(We were in Bob Evans.)

[mwshook.livejournal.com]

I miss Mexican food made by Central Americans for Alabamians. The authentic stuff and the surfer burritos they have out here is not what I want.

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

Yeah, one of my favorite restaurants, this little hole-in-the-wall place where we ate a lot during college, is run by Peruvians, I think? Sabor Latino. Good times.

[seamonkey-mags.livejournal.com]

Is it really awful that it's 8:30 in the morning and now I really want a margarita?

[robinmc.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's 5 o'clock somewhere. Margaritas for everyone!

[bella-stella78.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I love me some Belinda Carlisle! Although my favorite song would have to be "Circles in the Sand." I broke the cassette when I was little by rewinding that song too much. I think I just might hunt up the CD today...

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

Oh, I have like three or four CDs of hers. I think Belinda Carlisle has been the one constant in my life since I was eight years old.

[greedyskunk.livejournal.com]

I work on a college campus. Last August I was walking past the football stadium. I had been listening to my iPod, but heard a song that I definitely did not have on my playlist. I removed the earbuds and realized that the sound system at the stadium was being tested.

They were blasting out Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again." I immediately started laughing and surreptitiously dancing down the street.

I'm sure I looked like a fool, but who can listen to that song and not start dancing? At least I didn't bust out the air guitar.

I drive my friends crazy because I will suddenly stop talking in public places (sometimes in the middle of a sentence), cock my head, and grin when I recognize the song that is playing, especially if it's an 80's pop song.

[snowwhite2421.livejournal.com]

I confess, I have a deep curiosity regarding mexican food in the deep south.

Because I remember being in Missouri and being told that Taco Bell was going to be the closest I could get. Now, if it's that bad in the midwest...

I would think that the further south you get, the better the latin food gets. I can only back this up by saying that I did a 7 hour road trip across Canada and didn't see a single taco place. THERE ARE NO TACOS IN CANADA.

And being a Californian, I freak out if there are no tacos. I don't necessarily want them, I just have to know they are there.

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's pretty good here. I mean, we have an actual Hispanic community, although the restaurants are not necessarily 1) actually Mexican or 2) in any way authentic. (One of my favorite places is actually run by a Peruvian family.) But there are tons of places to eat--I can think of at least six or seven different places off hand that I like to go, and those are just the ones I've been to.

That said, we also have a lot of Chinese places, a lot of barbecue, and a lot of Southern meat-and-three type places (obviously). But I dare say that at any strip mall/plaza/shopping center you drive past, you will see at least one Mexican restaurant. So we are all very much about the Mexican here, no matter how authentic it actually is. Whereas a friend of mine lived up in Rhode Island with her husband for a while, and she was like, "They don't know what it is up there."

Had to share

[ky-grobanite.livejournal.com]

I'm coming out of lurkerdom to share a story with you. Last Thursday night I took my little sister to see Twilight - it was my second time seeing it and I love it like a fat kid loves cake :D - anyway, I took her and, quite unexpectedly, got to play Horrify The Twilight Noob and it was AWESOME. The part where she's "dreaming" about Edward and he's really there - Sister is like OMG STALKER CREEPY and during the baseball scene she looked like this: o_O. After the movie we were standing around and I decided this game was so much fun I had to keep it going, so I proceeded to give her the Reader's Digest version of the rest of the series and she flipped her shit. SO fun. :D

[ofshoesandships.livejournal.com]

Sarah McLachlan's "Angel" dance = ridiculous one person waltz

[rhapsodyinpink.livejournal.com]

http://features.parents.com/baby-names-2008.html

Isabella is the number one name for girls this year. :P

[chulacabra.livejournal.com]

*weeping for humanity*