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Are you for real. What. Honestly.

Thoughts:

1. Carpet cleaner people have just left--our two stairs were filthy and hard to clean ourselves (we did everything else with our own much-abused steam cleaner). If we can just get through the next four days of Family Reunion Preparation--it's been going on full-steam for three weeks now--without killing each other, I will consider it a victory.

2. FAMILY REUNION EVACUATION PLANS IN PLACE. It's my stepfather's family--about 30 of them--and God bless them all, I've never met any of them. Well, my stepbrother and his immediate crew. I don't think they're going to miss me if I escape. WHICH I WILL. How badly I wanted to have Other Plans: I OFFERED TO GO SEE GI JOE.

3. Compocalypse '09: Going back to price an Asus 6GB/RAM drive. (Asus: the one brand NOBODY hated. Apparently their motherboards are excellent. WINNAR!) Basic question: "Okay, what's NOT on it?" Because I don't think anyone's including Microsoft Office in their price packages, the assholes. Apparently I'm expected to write my novel in .txt files or Microsoft Paint or something.

4. My mother is hilariously enthusiastic about the whole process, although she suffers a bit from not knowing anything about computers, which means that Making Things Happen OMFG is not as easy for her as usual. I'm just kind of numb and apathetic over here, like, "Whatever. New computer. I don't know. Betsy 2.0 is DEAD, okay? BETSY'S DEAD." She's all like, "OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE TO HAVE A COMPUTER. YOU HAVE TO HAVE ONE. YOU HAVE TO HAVE THIS. THIS IS WHO YOU ARE. THIS COMPUTER IS YOUR LIFE." Yeah... thanks for reminding me.

5. The chair in the office ("office") downstairs is killing my hip. I mean, it seems comfortable enough at the time, but afterwards, I feel like I have a pinched nerve.

6. I just really want to sleep right now.

7. ETA: Your collective recommendation to go with Open Office will be considered.

Okay, people: I have decided to definitely buy an external (a one-terabyte MyBook, as recommended by the salesguy, and I might even splurge for the 2TB instead), cart my two dead hard drives over (one of them is the computer PREVIOUS to this one; I never did get all my files off) to Best Buy and have THEM transfer the files rather than me screw up my current computer any worse. THEY can initiate the recovery process if they want, IDGAF.

I'm also going to get an uninterrupted power source thingy, but all in good time. I mean, not that I like tossing around money like this, but there's no point in blowing money on a computer if it could get killed the next time we have a thunderstorm (which should be... oh... about five minutes from now).

Here's the thing: my sister's boyfriend warned me in April that my hard drive was "slowly dying." (We will discuss what a dumbass I am for not taking adequate precautions later.) I am pretty sure this computer is done for; all we're doing right now is looting the corpse. I'm going to need a new one. I don't have the money this red hot second, but my mother will front it. It hurts me in the thriftal plexus, but what're you gonna do.

So. I started looking at computers at Best Buy and kind of liked a Gateway (model SX2800-01) and got home with the specs and Sister Girl was like NO NO NO DON'T EVER BUY STRAIGHT OUT OF THE STORE HAVE THEM CUSTOMIZE IT FOR YOU OMFG. ALSO GATEWAY NO. I was like, "Well, my last two Dells DIED," but she pointed out that I had them for about five years each, and why did they die? One got hit by a horrific virus (not Dell's fault), and something happened to this last one but we're not sure what, after five years of me cramming God knows what onto it, and also, it gave up the ghost on Saturday after two power outages in short succession. So: in that light, we might view Dells as pretty hardy, I don't know.

("DO NOT GET HP. EVER.")

So. Here's my thing: I want lots of storage, but let's be realistic: if you've got one or more terabytes of external storage sitting around, you don't need to be a huge size queen about what's on your primary drive (although I tend to be). What I really want is a LOT of memory, and this quad-core processor I hear about... that's hot. I mean, no, I don't play video games, but I tend to multitask like whoa with programs that eat a lot of memory (TWEETDECK, I'M LOOKING AT YOU). I want a computer that will do things I haven't even told it to do yet. Besides, I figure that the tech improves so quickly that you have to buy more than you need just to keep up (five years ago, I was informed that my new 150GB drive was ridiculously oversized). I would like to pay $500 or less for all of this. I also want a money tree, a cabana boy and a pony, and I think we know what the odds of any of that happening are. So basically, I want someone to just come in and wave their hand and make this happen and I will find a way to pay for it, because "you get what you pay for," as my sister has been saying this whole time. Yes, I should have someone around here build it. No, I don't know who. Yes, there are friends of friends of my sister's who probably can do it. All I know is, this whole thing has reduced me to a jellified pile of flail and all I want is to wake up in the morning and find that elves came in the night and MADE IT BETTER.

So my stepfather's family is having a 75th family reunion or something, I don't even know--they are very big on the reunions--and we're now hosting a dinner (more of a grill-out, really) the first week of August as part of the festivities. Originally about ten or twelve people were going to come, but now we're looking at thirty-one, and my mother is PANICKED. My parents are having to do a lot of stuff to the house, partly because our house is just a money pit like that,* but mostly because the dogs wrought hell on it the year they were puppies. So we're having to replace the den carpet (the dogs chewed it up), the kitchen wallpaper (the dogs chewed it up), the slatted door into the foyer (third verse, same as the first), and the ferns the squirrels ate (variety!). Also, we've already resodded the little backyard (again: dogs) and replaced the gardenia and camellia bushes they wrecked (the dogs used to run run run run runnnn around them in tight little circles, and then, when they were done, pass out and nap against them) with azaleas (MY PRETTY SCENTED FLOWERS NOOOOOOOOOOO). And, of course, the Angry Jasmine, which has been buzzcut twice and only come back wrathier, and the yellowjacket nest within that had to be zapped. Oh, and the countertop in the kitchen has a huge crack in it for some reason, and one of the burners on the stove died, so we're replacing both of those (hence the helpful delivery guy with the dishwasher advice). My stepfather's out back sanding out the claw scratches on that slatted door and repainting it, and my mother and I just got back from buying incidentals at Wal-mart--extra pans for the banana pudding, foil pans to keep fifty hamburgers warm in the oven, a few wooden folding table-trays, new towels for the hall bathroom...

* Did I ever tell you that we recently found wadded up newspaper instead of insulation in the house walls? Yeah. I remember when this street was being developed and the houses were being built--my best friend at the time moved here--and apparently our neighbor's ex-husband cut all damn kinds of corners. There's a reason he's her ex now, let's put it that way. God bless this house, I love it to death, but we've had to redo it by brick and stick over the last eight years.

And then... we went to Hobby Lobby. Mom needed to replace some of the raggedy silk flowers by the front door. My God. That is one of the most dangerous, terrifying places I have ever been. We wanted to buy everything. I wanted to start doing crafts I had previously not even known existed. All I needed was craft-safe sealant/varnish and some cheap paintbrushes to improve the sparkle* of a certain vampirus scintilla minimus; I was very good and only splurged additionally on some Glue Dots, but I had to be forcibly removed from the doll furniture aisle if we were ever going to get home. In theory, my mother only needed silk flowers and artificial moss for the artificial tree** (guess who tore up the old moss). That... is not what she left with. All I know is, I hope my stepfather likes $10 Murano glass giraffes, because we've got some now.

* As a point of ever-so-little interest, here's what the previous Secret Life installment looked like before our sparkle got rained out (I never actually tried to take the pictures described). Honestly, I think the version posted turned out better, but there's a nice mental image that got left behind.

** Every single time I pass the fake tree, I make sure to greet it à la Wahlberg. "Hey, tree... you're looking good. You been working out? Say hi to your mother for me."

Meanwhile, I tried the new full 200 mg Lamictal dose on Wednesday. Mid-afternoon, I suddenly felt like crying. Not a good sign. Sounds like it's time to start cutting the pills to get some approximation of a 175 mg compromise--which I hate, because you lose some of the dose what with the crumbling and all. Maybe I'll just cut a bit of the end off (it's a diamond-shaped pill) and call it a day. Right now, though, I've gone back to my normal 150, because I've got something that has to be finished ASAP and I don't have time for this crying shit. On the other hand, I've been feeling a bit manic, which can't be good either. Maybe it's just the panicked OMG REFURBISH energy in the house right now, I don't know.

Bargain shopping in my family is a spectator sport. I am the kind of person who, if you gave me a really great birthday present and then told me that you'd gotten it for 80% off, would not think you were cheap. I would think you were AWESOME, and then I would ask who the hell was having such a magnificent sale. So when I saw Lyra's school uniform on eBay for the princely sum of $14, I had to buy it. And the thing is, you can't buy the outfit separately--you can only buy it on the doll ($119), which doesn't even come with a Pan, and why are you going to fool with that? So, for whatever reason, someone kept the Lyra doll, probably to repaint or redress it, and sold off the school dress, which I then snapped up.

"I EN'T GOIN'!"

( Two new arrivals, and neither of them are a Bella )

Current Music: Faders - No Sleep Tonight

Well, I said I'd post it tonight, so... despite bad news, here we are.

So. We were all still recovering from The Serafina-Faramir Incident when I was going through my mail on Saturday morning. Well, actually, I was letting The Littlest Edward sort it, since he's still in need of occupation.

( Dude! You got more mail than I did! )

Here's what I was trying to get y'all to remind me to tell you:

I've been trying to prioritize my future doll purchases (we are talking about the long run here. The very, very long run), so I decided to consult Galadriel the other day. I mean, if nothing else, I need to know if there's any way I can help Faramir Two out. If he liked girls, he'd have plenty of opportunities to meet new people (given my collecting habits, anyway), but since male dolls are kind of... scary-looking, generally, I don't tend to buy a lot of them for the hell of it. So if there's someone I can get for him--or start saving up to get for him, rather--I need to know now.

"Well, I'm going to need the Mirror for this, ideally," said Galadriel.

( I really... really do not know that... that was the best idea )

Once again, I am having trouble with my internet connection. If I don't show up for the Oscar live-blogging, show up late, or disappear in the middle of it, that will be why. And I'm telling you now because... obviously, I will have no way of telling you when it happens.

Now, ABC's schedule for tonight (all times Central Standard), as far as I can tell, is the Barbara Walters Special at 6 pm ("Academy Award nominees Anne Hathaway and Mickey Rourke, 2009 Academy Awards host Hugh Jackman and the Jonas Brothers are the guests on Barbara Walters 28th annual Oscar-night interview show"), the red carpet at 7 pm (is Tim Gunn hosting this? He's involved somewhere in some capacity?), and the show itself at 7:30. No one has any idea how long the show will run, although it has optimistically been scheduled to end at 10 pm and will probably end before 10:30, given how hellbent the producers are to cut time.

(I'm sure there will be red carpet shenanigans on E! for hours before anyone even shows up, but quite frankly, my mother and my aunt are having a belated birthday lunch today, and also, I'm probably going to end up liveblogging for at least four hours straight, so I really don't care. You can watch Seacrest desperately try to sneak up on Brangelina, but I'm good, thanks.)

(Oscar show secrets! The stage is gonna look like a nightclub! The awards will be presented "as a narrative" [wha?]! "And at least some of the presenters who'd been lined up have backed out, emboldened by the anonymity they were afforded by the producers." O SNAP.)

Meanwhile, as a follow-up to last night's cosmetic musings, I discovered that the pictures on the actual Urban Decay site are a lot closer to the eyeshadow as it appeared in the store samples. I really want to try Asphyxia, X, Shotgun, Kiss, Shattered and ~~Edward~~ Stalker now.

Oh, and I got an email to the effect that the Twilight Tonners are available to ship. I don't have $250 to blow right now, though (and if I didn't get the Bella, you know we'd never hear the end of it), so Serafina Pekkadoll's going to be my priority because SERAFINA OMG, and if the Twilights sell out ~~or fall into the clutches of the asshat resellers, of which I am one~~, well, that's the way the vampire sparkles. Or something.

ETA, 7:08 pm: Okay, I'm not going to hit post until the ABC red carpet's over, but I am here and getting down to business.

Current Mood: sneezy

Nnnngh. Still tired, mostly from running around all day doing errands. I mean, it's a good tired, but it's on top of the sneezing and the chills, so that's not so good. I did go try to spend my Sephora gift card, though. See, the value of actually going to a Sephora, instead of just ordering online, is that all the color swatches look great on the website, but then you go to the store and everything looks totally different. Not even bad-different, just... in the store, you get a better idea of what you'll actually be putting on. (And of course, there's all kinds of highlighters and luminizers and concealers and liners and it's like, look, what does this actually do? And you try it on ~~the back of your hand because ew public sample germs~~ and you're like... oh. That. Yeah. Well. I'm not spending $30 on that today, thanks.)

( And now we're all standing over my hand )

A little linkspam to keep us from getting behind:

OSCARS CRISIS! Hollywood Frustrations And Fears Over Sunday's Awards; Stars And Advertisers Give Show Cold Shoulder:

For weeks now, they've been begging myself and the other journalists who cover the Oscars not to trash the planning and performances for this year's telecast like we have in years past. Because their frustration and fear is that, if Sunday's top-to-bottom reworked show can't bring back viewers after 2008's sunk to its lowest ratings ever, then nothing will. And the worst part is that not even Hollywood wants to participate in the Oscars anymore.

And then, among discussion of the desperate measures taken to spice up the show, there's this:

One new idea thought up by the producers that will be seen Sunday? Trophy boys. The result is that very handsome young men will now join very beautiful young women on stage carrying out the Oscar statuettes. If that's not an acknowledgement that the viewership for the Academy Awards these days is limited to only females and gays, I don't know what is.

( Oscarspam, Eclipse release date, Imaginarium poster, Coraline's sweater )

Current Mood: sick

>> I've been fluctuating between listless and bubbly, which is weird. Like, not even in a manic-depressive way (I don't think?), just--you know how puppies will romp around and then fall over and sleep for fifteen minutes, then get up and do it again? Kind of like that.

>> While I was in the shower yesterday, I came up with a new, punched-up ending to my Black Ribbon series--the ending of the eighth book--that will (I think, I hope) blow people's minds. Possibly they will throw the book across the room, which I highly look forward to. Of course, we'll never know until we get there, and even if I finished the first book TODAY and sold it tomorrow, that eighth book could be ten years away. Which is kind of why I want it on record now, that I came up with the new ending today. For... some reason. Posterity, I guess.

>> For some reason, this really makes me laugh. I might have even posted it before, who knows:

( Linkspam )

Current Mood: at this moment in time, tired

Heartbreaking pictures of the Victoria fires and aftermath; Firefighter gives koala water, koala is recovering in shelter ("She has already got an admirer. A male koala keeps putting his arms around her"). Once again: the Australia Red Cross.

Remember the Etsy shop with proceeds going to the sick friend? She's restocked, and I particularly asked her to add some more lily earrings.

From

dakiwiboid: "We are once again running our Cupid's Drop Box community at

valentines_09. Could you mention it to your readers?" You can leave a message for any LJ user; the entries are divided up by first initial (D for dakiwiboid, for example).

Today's Snack Deathmatch: ice cream sandwich vs. fudgesicle, a contest dear to my heart.

( More linkspam )

Current Mood: still really dry
Current Music: Emilie Autumn - Rapunzel

So I have to apologize in advance for upcoming spamminess, because the Screen Actors Guild awards are on tonight (TBS?), and I'll be liveblogging them as well. (Traditionally I only liveblog three awards shows, so the Oscars late next month are the only other show you have to worry about. And this one's only two hours and nothing but acting awards, so it shouldn't be too bad.)

Meanwhile: ( Sideshow Toy Legolas with elven cloak! Other doll links! )

Also, via

txvoodoo, who vouches for the LJers involved: Please read and help!

A few days ago I found out that my dear friend [bdbdb] just got diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and lost sight of one of her eyes due to this awful disease. She is currently in the hospital where they are trying to save her other eye and prevent her from going completely blind. To make the matters worse, she has no medical coverage and the hospital bills will probably add up to more then she makes in a year!

[...]

So while I cannot fight her disease, because it currently has no cure, I've decided to donate 100% of all the profits made from my Etsy shop for the next month (1/23 to 2/23) to help her pay for her medical bills to try and make her life a little easier in this great tragedy. I am donating my time, material costs and all the Etsy fees to this cause. If you would like to donate without purchasing please use the Donation button on the top right hand corner of my blog. Thanks!

Just from browsing, I would recommend the lily earrings. (People do seem to be buying things up, so you may have to wait for a restock if they sell out.) And I love the opal-colored Czech beads and the color on the tangerine marble earrings.

Current Mood: blah

Wow, I am tired. And I'm not even really sure why. Well, actually, I think I'm coming down with something (boo).

Meanwhile!

*** MOAR SHOPPING ***

I think we're done now, though. I mean, we better be. Mom and I spent the afternoon wrapping the last few things--well, she wrapped and I bow-ed, because she wraps like a ninja and I... don't. I mean, I can wrap. I'm just... very slow and... clumsy. The paper is inevitably jagged on the edges and a bit crumpled around the folds. Also, I broke half my fingernails in the process this afternoon (mostly because I kept dropping things and attempting to catch them. And I have short nails, so it hurts like a bitch to break them). But we won't be up at midnight this year wrapping against the clock, which is good.

(Seriously, I had a bunch of things I wanted to talk about--another wackadoo dream I had, for example--but I can barely muster the strength to type. Something is wrong with me, y'all.)

We're having a big--well, you know, we're not really having a big dinner because it only involves five people, but it's a lot more effort than usual, that kind of "big." There will be roast ~~beast~~ beef, which fortunately has been in a crockpot all day so it wasn't any trouble, and then I think Sister Girl is going to make sugar cookies. Also, there may be punch. If there is punch, my portion will be spiked, I can tell you that much.

Also, this is the first Christmas Sister Girl's had a boyfriend that I didn't want to punch in the face, so I've got that going for me.

Oh, and I got a couple of packages today--Rachel? I don't know your username! Leave me a comment or an LJ PM or something!

The other, we will speak of later.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Roy Orbison, "I Drove All Night"

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!

Current Mood: peaceful
Current Music: Belinda Carlisle, "Mad About You"

So McRachel, one of my college friends, now lives in New York but she comes down to visit at Christmas on her way home to Mississippi, so we were all excited about her coming to the Lovely Emily's birthday party Friday night, except that... her flight got delayed. Or canceled. Or both. Cancelayed. Something. And then she couldn't get in on Saturday, either. But Sunday! We will all have brunch on Sunday! And there will be other mutual friends there that I haven't kept in touch with but would like to get back in touch with and we will all learn the spirit of Christmas or mimosas or something and it will be awesome.

Em and I get to The Grill--formerly The Mill, down in Five Points--and no one is there. That's okay, maybe we're a little early. Em makes a couple of calls. Guess where McRachel is? Cincinnati, a friend tells us. She... she will not be coming to brunch. Apparently we are the last to hear about this, which is why no one else came. But it's eleven and I didn't have breakfast at all and Em just had ~~half a bagel with cream cheese and it wasn't even real cream cheese~~ some yogurt, so we are going to have lunchfast anyway, dammit.

So we dig into our biscuits and gravy and ham and eggs (this is how we brunch in the South) and discuss the party on Friday and Em's wedding dress and divers other subjects when hey! It's McRachel on the phone!

"I HAVE BEEN LIVING IN AIRPORTS FOR THREE DAYS," she says. "I AM WAITING ON A FLIGHT TO BIRMINGHAM AND WHEN I GET THERE I WILL GET STRAIGHT IN A CAR AND DRIVE THREE HOURS HOME."

"I'm going to mail your Christmas present to New York," I say, when Em hands the phone over to me. "It'll probably be there by the time you get back...?"

"OH GOOD."

"Yeah... hey, whatever doesn't kill you, right? It's an adventure."

"I FEEL LIKE AN ADVENTURER."

"See? Having adventures, looking for artifacts--your present kind of looks like an artifact, it'll be there when you get back..." And I make a mental note to tuck something extra in the package for her. I don't know what, but she sounds like she needs it.

("DID I TELL YOU THAT I SAW TWILIGHT?")

We wish her a safe trip and much ham. And then we fiddle around with our cheese grits until noon, at which point the restaurant can serve alcohol, so we can down a couple of mimosas in her honor.

This afternoon: ~* MOAR SHOPPING *~. Man, I am glad I had that mimosa.

Current Mood: desk-dancing
Current Music: MGMT, "Electric Feel"

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.

Current Mood: mellow
Current Music: Poe, "Fingertips"

So. I didn't get the quiet evening alone I wanted--I realized too late that the church music program my parents were going to (my stepfather plays drums) only lasted two hours; for some reason, I'd thought they'd be out a lot longer. And Lord knows you can't watch The Dark Knight in only two hours.* But the day itself went off quietly and without incident (particularly once I got Elizabeth settled in**), and I got a Lucky Brand locket bracelet that I love and a beautiful jewelry box (hand-pressed aluminum, made in India, I think? There's this store called Ambiance at the Riverchase Galleria, and it's pretty much full of nothing but stuff like that) that I'll have to take pictures of or something, because I can't really do it justice otherwise. Also, I caught my mother watching Casino Royale on cable OF HER OWN FREE WILL. VICTORY IS MINE!

* Can I just say that the DVD extras bite? As in, there aren't any? I mean, I got the two-disc thing and it was like, "Here's the six scenes in IMAX, except you're watching this on a TV so it kind of doesn't help, and here's Hans Zimmer talking about the music." Thanks...? I mean, I wasn't disappointed because I had already heard that the extras sucked and what I really wanted was the movie itself--the whole chase with the truck is so awesome it still makes me giggle--but I just wanted to officially register that complaint.

** I have to add that Elizabeth is the first doll I think I've ever gotten that looked better in person than in the picture. I seriously will have to borrow that camera again and do a little photoshoot.

And then today there was MOAR CHRISTMAS SHOPPING and then I sat down with my Dark Knight DVD and basically skipped around and watched all my favorite parts, which... really are the whole movie, I guess, but I felt like watching them out of order? ~~And the truck part twice.~~ I don't know.

(I did not, however, get werewolf cupcakes. This must be rectified next year.)

But for whatever reason, I'm really tired, so I just wanted to post a couple of things and catch up on the rest tomorrow, I guess: ( Read more... )

Current Mood: sleepy

More fun in the mail! I don't know who sent me the key pendant, but I LOVE IT.

(I always love things people send in the mail, and thank you so much--I just wanted to make it clear that I don't usually post about things unless I'm trying to figure out who sent it, not because I didn't like it. I just don't want it to turn into, you know, Send Cleo Presents and Buy a Shoutout on Her Journal.)

(Although I do want to mention a glittery Christmas card from Chesh: "Just pretend the snowmen are vampires sparkling in the sunlight. They feed on snowballs.")

Re: Official SKIN OF A KILLER Glitter: ( Pillowcases? Really? )

Oh, and I wanted to mention/recommend this--every year, I get a Kinuko Craft calendar because I love her artwork. (I have already secured 2009's, because apparently I am doomed to know every single thing I am getting for birthday and Christmas, to the point where my mother and aunt and grandmother sat around in my grandmother's kitchen and sorted out who would give me what when. While I was sitting there in front of them. "Would you rather have Prince Caspian for birthday or Christmas?" "OMG STOP IT!!") So... consider it rec'd.

Also, a link request: A write-in campaign to protest the whitewash casting of 'The Last Airbender.'

( More linkspam )

Current Mood: festive

Oh, wow--someone sent me a book, but I'm not sure who it's from? There wasn't any name or card or information with it. It's something I had really wanted to read for Black Ribbon research, though, so--thank you so much, whoever it's from!

By the way, if you were working the upstairs register at the Brookwood Mall Books-a-Million on Wednesday night, and you sold a copy of Dead Until Dark to two women, the older of which kept saying "SHE WRITES ABOUT THE SHOW" really loudly over and over again, and the younger of which looked like she kind of wanted to die... I need to apologize to you about that.

( You really don't need to go announcing that Twilight is terrible )

Also, I feel like I should say a bit more about The Gift of Fear, since several people raised this concern--( Read more... )

Linkspam!

helpvera was a complete success.

( Breaking news: Jacob recast leaked? )

ETA: Bettie Page passed away this evening.

Current Mood: amused

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 )

Current Mood: Do I want ice cream? I cannot decide
Current Music: Britney Spears, "Circus," plz send help

Had a good time at the baby shower; kind of tired. Just a few quick things, because I like the perfect attendance streak I have going here, as it were:

( Deaths )

( THEY FIRED CATHERINE HARDWICKE FROM TWILIGHT? )

( On TV tonight )

( Miscellaneous )

And finally: WHOA WHERE DID THIS COME FROM? ( I can but Keanu in response )

Current Mood: tired

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Cleolinda everywhere

Classy dame, sparkle consultant, gothic enthusiast, sporadic recapper.

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A diversion!

You've got mail

Mirror, mirror in the bowl

FYI

I feel pretty, oh so pretty

A few thoughts

Just linkspam

I need to make a jewelry icon of some sort

Happy holiday of your choice!

Random thoughts

Ladies who lunchfast

I look forward to freezing-ass cold tomorrow!

flop

The day rapidly improved

Thirteen going on thirty

I'm still reading the comments from that last entry, by the way

Extremely random, but, again: tired