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Omg, I am so tired in such a stupid pointless way. Mostly because I have that cold and I'm snerfly and argh I am so over this. And I was away from the computer most of the day so I'm also behind on everything. Otherwise, you would also have a new Secret Life entry, because we have developments on that front. So look for that in the morning, I guess. Maybe? When are the televised inaugural festivities starting? Because even if three hours of leadup bore me to tears, I feel like I should be there, you know? A historic first is, by definition, a once-in-a-lifetime event.

Anyway. Linkspam. I've decided not to post generic Sundance links, or at least very few of them, because there's dozens of them on my feeds and I have neither the time nor the fortitude to deal with that right now. If it's a specific news item, sure, it'll go in, but as mentioned previously, several movie sites are doing exhaustive coverage (off the top of my head: EW; MTV; Defamer), so, you know: enjoy.

( Linkspam )

MOAR CHRISTMAS SHOPPING. I know it sounds like we do nothing but shop these days, but the thing is, we're going out a lot and to a lot of different places, but we're really not returning with all that much. Also, it's really hard to find the right gift for some of the people on our list. So there's that.

Meanwhile, on the way home from our last excursion of the day, we dropped by my grandmother's to bring her some more ornaments. On the way out, I stopped to play with a--I don't know, I guess you'd call it a banner? It kind of looks like a long flat bell pull? I don't know. She has it hanging on her front door, and it's this tan-colored strip of fabric with little decorated felt Christmas trees, edged with shiny gold rickrack. "I loved this when I was a kid," I told her, shaking it a little so the bells would jingle. "Ruth made that," my grandmother said warmly. "She really liked arts and crafts. She made all of this herself, every bit of it. Even the tassels. She sewed everything on it there--the sequins, the little ornaments, she even put the pearls on the trees. She's dead now."

I managed not to crack up until I got to the car. My mother couldn't understand why I was doubled up in the passenger seat crying with laughter. I'm not sure I understand it myself.

Let's have a little linkspam.

( OMFG HE CUT OFF HIS HAIR EVERYBODY KERMITFLAIL )

THIS IS SO IMPORTANT THAT IT IS ABOVE THE CUT:

From sabra_n: My Fair Lady: Thompson Wants Laurie as Higgins ("The only way that could be improved upon, as one genius on the Innerwebs pointed out, is if they cast Stephen Fry as Pickering").

( More movie linkspam )

ETA: Oh, I forgot to mention--someone (I've lost the comment! Who was it?) suggested I claim my author profile on GoodReads, so I'm over there now as well. If you have any idea what I should put under "about this author," let me know.

You guys, I was having a really irritable I Hate People morning and then all of a sudden darkmagess sent me a link to OFFICIAL HOT TOPIC EDWARD GLITTER and I just sat there and laughed for like five minutes straight.

And then thirty seconds after that, I got this comment from dachelle about a dream she had, which involved the sentence, "And then you shushed me and pointed up into the rafters, and there were TwiMoms up there, waiting to pounce." There was actually a moment in there where I started choking on my own laughter.

Meanwhile, because the possibility is too awesome to hold for tonight's linkspam: Hugh Jackman to host the Oscars? That's why they were talking about dumping the jokey-joke monologue. ETA: CONFIRMED!

Oh, and for foresthouse: Ryan Reynolds’ Deadpool May Find Life After ‘X-Men Origins: Wolverine.’

Late again today, because there was MOAR CHRISTMAS SHOPPING. Which was fun, so I had that going for me.

Important: I got an email the other day from someone who said that reading The Gift of Fear hours before she attended a seminar helped her realize that the seminar was Bad News; she was able to run away, literally, out of the building, before they got their hooks into her (they immediately started telling people to ignore gut instincts, interestingly enough). Turns out the seminar was the cult Lifespring under a new name--please be aware that variations operate under the names "Mastery In Transformational Training" and "Movement of Spiritual Inner Awareness," according to Wikipedia. So basically, I wanted to alert everyone to that before anyone else got sucked in, and also, READ THE GIFT OF FEAR, SERIOUSLY, IT IS ON SALE RIGHT NOW, I AM NOT KIDDING.

Also: in the interest of slimming down the linkspam entries, I've looked into using FriendFeed for the less crucial stuff. Basically, anything I post on Livejournal or Twitter will show up there, and anything I "share" from Google Reader will as well. I won't hit share on anything I intend to use on the linkspam posts--the good and/or movie stuff--so at least that way you're not getting it twice, but if it's just something randomly kind of interesting, I'll throw it up there anyway. (And you'll also see the kind of stuff I initially flag and then don't use.) And you can then add the RSS feed of that to Google Reader if that's what you use. It's a whole recursive tangle of feeds, but you know, whatever. It gives people options. I'll try it for a while, see if it works for people.

Meanwhile, the Twilight sequel trainwreck has gotten EVEN WORSE. ( Hey, can you be in Vancouver on Monday? )

( More linkspam )

Welcome to the big time, baby.

( Stewart sparks up, pie-eating on Tyra, Jacob to be recast? )

And finally, the news (well, speculation) I think y'all really want: Could Twilight’s Success Pave the Way for a New Buffy Movie?

Meanwhile, we're just going with the choicest linkspam of, oh, the last umpteen days I didn't post: ( Regular linkspam )

You know, the premiere widget thing was boring as all hell, and yet, it was like... what if something does happen? ( People are climbing the barricades! There go the security guys! )

Meanwhile, apparently opposing groups of shippers broke into a screaming match: "TEAM JACOB WILL RIP YOUR SPARKLY DAMN FACE OFF!!"

E!Online: Twilight's World Premiere Rocks Los Angeles. "I have never seen anything like this at a movie premiere. Or heard anything like it." Whoa, I hadn't seen the red half of Kristen Stewart's dress.

This Wednesday on South Park: "Butters is sure he’s seen a vampire at school but he can’t get anyone to listen to him. Meanwhile, the Goth Kids are angry and frustrated when the other kids can’t tell the difference between a Goth and a Vampire."

( HE TRIED OUT FOR TRUE BLOOD? )

Ah, it's time for the Twi-spam. I haven't heard anything in particular about the Tour of Terror events from Friday, so maybe they came off without incident? Or perhaps, as I feared that other time, there were actually no survivors to report back. Even the Saugus article just kind of cuts off before they really get to anything.

Somewhere out there, there's the Twilight equivalent of the Cloverfield video--shaky-cam, rampaging hordes, a brief glimpse of The Hair (fangirl parasites a-cling) wandering through the food court, horrified screaming, blood everywhere--video cuts off.

( I had a woman ask me if I could hold her baby for a little while )

First things first: Twilight Takes Over The Pop Charts; Twilight Sequels Moving Forward. So I guess Summit's assuming at this point that they're going to make the $150 million (or more) that Catherine Hardwicke estimated would be necessary to make sequels...?

(I keep having this horrible feeling that we're all going to be sitting here on November 24 meebling, "I... I didn't know you could make one billion dollars in a single weekend...")

(OMG IT'S A NEW MSPAINT_LOLZ!)

Hey, I haven't heard anything about the maul tour hitting Philadelphia yet, this is kind of weird... there were survivors, right?

*googles "philadelphia news"*

( SLIDES: Twilight engulfs the land )

Yeah... you know how the Orland Park mall and security and police were "totally ready" for Twimania? Yeah. From wendyzski: Tickets Sell Out For 'Twilight' Star's Mall Appearance.

Tickets for an appearance by "Twilight" star Robert Pattinson at the Orland Square Mall went on sale early and were gone within an hour. [...] Tickets had been scheduled to go on sale at 7:15 a.m., but so many people came ahead of time that organizers decided to begin ticket sales by 11 p.m. Tuesday night. By midnight, they were all gone.

And people are Not Happy:

Hot Topic are liars. Once again, this Chicago one was a disaster. Tons of us have called over the week and they all gave us the same answer. "You can’t line up till 5am. If you do you will be escorted out." Well you can only imagine what a big surprise it was when we got there at 1 in the morning only to find out that they had started to sell them early. It is sad because they lied to so many of us. Some people had driven hours to get there only to find out it was too late.

And this is from someone who did get a wristband. Good job, guys!

( That's so funny. That's the most bizarre thing I've ever experienced )

ETA: The lines for Philadelphia and Saugus begin NOW, guys:

Below are the line-up locations:
Plaza at King of Prussia mall entrance - to the left of JC Penney
Square One mall entrance - between Best Buy and Sears

First come, first serve, no prisoners taken. Bring your riot gear.

Right as I posted the massive linkspam last night, my mother yelled up the stairs: "What's the name of your website where [my aunt, her sister ] can read your Twilight recaps?" Uh. Oh dear. Hope you're, uh, okay with strong language there. "Cleolinda... dot livejournal... dot com? And then go to the sidebar, and look for 'Twilight recaps.' " "Okay!" And then I could still hear her on the phone exclaiming, "No! I know! Apparently she was just a housewife who had a dream and the next day sat down and wrote a book! I KNOW! I was like, let me have a dream and write one, dadgum!"

TOUR OF TERROR update: To recap last night, Twilight Mob Of 3,000 Descends On San Francisco Mall; from robinmc: ‘Twilight’ Autograph Session Marred by Vampire Riot (I am starting a band called "Vampire Riot" and I am starting it NOW). What news outlets don't seem to have realized, however, is that the event was un-canceled and it did happen. cellibella, the LJer who got a poster signed ("To Twatlight, love Robert"), stopped by the comments of previous entry with a few more details.

Today: xxsincerityxx reported, "It's two in the morning, and the Dallas Galleria isn't letting anyone on the property until 5:30am. So what are people doing? HANGING OUT UNDER A BRIDGE INSTEAD. My friend is there - she reports that there are about 40 people in front of her." (My new Watchmen icon is in honor of your friend, Sincerity. I mean, in a nice way.) So the Dallas wristband line seems to have gone off without incident, either because the Dallas organizers learned from the San Francisco debacle or because they already had the brains God gave a breath mint.

(Okay, so has anyone heard about how Jacob and the Bad Vamps went in Seattle last night? Anything? Surely someone went? They didn't sit in an empty Hot Topic for three hours?)

In other news, I actually did get a substantial bit of Black Ribbon written/rewritten yesterday, and--somewhat to my shock--I think I have decided to change the way the story begins. I mean, it still has the super-dramatic Mysterious Stranger paragraph (never let it be said that I am above poking fun at myself), but I think I'm going to move the flashback where West gets hired for the job in the first place to sit right after that. In retrospect, I can't believe I was going to leave it as a reveal so late in the story, but that was how I was going to do it. I'm removing some key lines of dialogue that would give the game away, obviously, but it ought to be just informative enough (informative, not "informative") to get the reader's interest (I hope?). And then we'll go to Rose's house, and maybe there'll be more of a segue now.

(No one may care about this at all, but I'd like to have this up here so I can go back later and say, "See, this is when I made this decision.")

Meanwhile, I've been having a lot of bad dreams lately, except that they're kind of hilarious in that I keep going to the Dream Moods dictionary and it's like, "Yes, your subconscious has found yet another way to say, 'You are anxious about not getting work done fast enough.' " (In case you're wondering: I don't start compiling linkspam until after 4 or 5 pm, if I start before dinner at all, and I browse unworky internet things--like the TOUR OF TERROR news items--when I take breaks to give my jaw-clenching a rest. If I'm behind on work, it's because I have many hours for it set aside in which I stare at the screen and twitch, unable to think of anything to say.) Saturday night was about my dogs running away and playing in traffic (I am afraid that my lack of creativity and action is going to get our finances killed), Sunday night was I forget what, and last night was me telling Daniel Craig to stop trying to mess around with me behind his girlfriend's back (I am concerned that going to see Quantum of Solace will end up with me blowing off work to write a Fifteen Minutes and "cheat on" the annotations) in a mall (commerce!) while we were trying to get to an Obama rally (you can finish this! Yes, You Can!). At some point, Gillian Anderson started yelling at me for not walking through a giant terrarium fast enough (what?). Also: I told Daniel Craig to stop messing around with me. I need help, y'all.