Cleolinda everywhere

AT SOME POINT I WILL WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN CANNIBALS, DAMN.

(How about vampyres? You guys like vampyres?)

So they just put "Ceuf" (yes, they confirmed that's what it's called; they call the shots and I accept their reality) up for purchase on iTunes and Amazon. (I just broke down and got a season pass on iTunes, because whatever. The show's earned my money, and it turns out there was enough in the tip jar to cover it, so everybody wins.) Apparently there are a few changes to the scenes we did see, and now I also have captioning, so... I'm gonna recap what we didn't get and then I'm going to recap the previous recap as necessary. BWONNNNNNNG.

I also reread Red Dragon the other night for the first time in about twenty years, so I'll put some thoughts on that at the end. So between that and the magic I'm about to drop on you, this is going to be sort of a grab-bag entry.

>> Filed Under: Things I Know Are Relevant to Your Interests: David Tennant nearly got the title role but might play another killer next season.

>> Filed Under: Things I Do Not Even Know How to Handle: Bryan Fuller Wants David Bowie As Hannibal’s Uncle.

LISTEN TO ME, NBC. YOU CAN'T CANCEL THIS SHOW. YOU CAN'T TELL ME I COULD LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE DAVID BOWIE PLAYED HANNIBAL LECTER'S UNCLE AND THEN TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME. YOU CAN'T. TAKE MY MONEY.

( Yeah, pretty disturbing content )

( Red Dragon, teal deer )

Welp, one week into 2012 and already I've blown my perfect LJ attendance. (It was the weekend! I had no concept of space or time! I was on the moon! With Steve!)

Not much to report tonight. I came downstairs and there was food EVERYWHERE. Chicken fries, jalapeño hummus, cheese and those buttery crackers (wait, chicken fries?), strawberries and apple slices and pineapple chunks (like, not fried chicken, fries made out of chicken?), and that was in addition to Actual Dinner. Obviously, this means that some sort of Game must be On. Apparently there is some sort of championship game on tonight, between us and LSU. Something. Is Tebow involved? Tebow's not in college football anymore, I guess. However, birthday and Christmas have allowed me to lay in a stock of purple nail polish, so I will be applying a second coat of Hell to the No in the blessed quiet of the Fortress of Solitude. Which is simply a place in our hearts at the moment, but I do believe I have chosen what I want for my actual secret lair: a DOME HOME.

(I particularly like the white one with the balcony. Y'all come on by, I'll tell the frickin' laser sharks you're coming.)

So... I've been sick and really rundown and occasionally waking up in the middle of a cold-medicine half-dream to realize I'm talking to people who aren't there. I'm doing my best to be coherent and organized about this, but... well.

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@moirarogersbree: One easy thing to do from a distance is donate to the AL Food Bank: http://bit.ly/m9JNmb

You can also still text REDCROSS to 90999 to give $10.

@rosannecash: This is so easy- Amazon has a 'needs' list for tornado victims; you can buy and they will ship: http://amzn.to/mj6lLI


@SmartBitches: Want to send new bras and underwear down South? Email me for shipping address. Deets: http://is.gd/4Hd4si

@SmartBitches: I have messages about cases of mini shampoo, underwear, coloring books and other needed supplies heading south. SO AWESOME. #wearealabama


I've helped a little with organizing on YA Highway's Help Write Now auction blog; proceeds will benefit all affected areas, not just Alabama. I was looking into getting a fandom auction community set up, but helpthesouth got going before we could, so you can pitch in over there if you would like. Both YA Highway and Smart Bitches, Trashy Books have been completely awesome in terms of jumping in and trying to get things done, as well as all the writers, editors and agents of all genres who have donated auction items. (So far I've seen critiques, Nooks loaded with e-books, signed books, custom jewelry and at least one knitted pig.) Please let me know if you'd like to donate items--the form is here. And thank you for everything. It means a lot.

Short version: I'm okay. Cullman and Tuscaloosa are not. If you are in Huntsville or elsewhere in northern Alabama, get safe now.

@cnnbrk: Emergency officials believe a #tornado struck a hospital in Cullman, #Alabama. http://on.cnn.com/dOF0yK  

RT @myfoxal: Craziest photo we have so far of the tornado in Cullman as it roars near a Jack's restaurant. http://twitpic.com/4q93rs 



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I'm going to hit post now--we've still got some strong winds blowing through the backyard trees, but I think we're okay now. It's northern Alabama that's got to watch out. 


RT @whnt Meteorologist Alan Raymond confirms a wall cloud is approaching downtown Huntsville right now.  Take shelter.


Stay safe, y'all.


ETA: Video of the Tuscaloosa tornado. I've seen horror movies that weren't shot with this much tension.


ETA 9 pm: Internet going in and out. Apparently more tornadoes coming through in an hour.

ETA: 9:08 pm: Never mind, we may be clear.

Quick public service announcements: "As a lawyer, I think Facebook is the worst company in the world": The secret link to delete your account; Facebook Isn’t Private, and 7 Other Things You Should Know; Vox is closing down.

From brandied_plum: "The theatre I usher at (which does live stage shows as well as movies and is 95 years old) is up for a $25,000 grant from the National Trust for Historic Preservation, and I'm appealing to the people of the internets to help us win, and I know we'd reach a lot more people with your help."

Linkspam:

Bessemer native and "Beetlejuice" actor Glenn Shadix dies following a fall in his condo. 


Let's have something cheerful: ( The origin of fangirling )

So, to recap from yesterday's entry plus the ETA, in which Twilight somehow got even creepier: ( The Clare Quilty Conundrum )

Meanwhile, LiveJournal is up to new shenanigans. Actually, I found one of them really helpful, one of them potentially obnoxious due to inevitable user abuse, and only one of them a little bit shady. ( Read more... )ETA: Okay--on the other hand, here's a good explanation of how #3 is a problem. I think I'm having a hard time visualizing all the information a cross-post would give away (maybe because I don't pay attention to Facebook, where you have more than 140 characters for a message). Also, why you would ever want to do it in the first place. Like I said, it's a bad idea, regardless.

ETA 2: In the name of science, what a cross-post looks like on Twitter. It won't let me connect to Facebook (?). There are some definite issues.


( Linkspam! Including EVEN MORE SHENANIGANRY. )



 

So. It is time to catch up.

First of all, I have taken Betsy (my previous computer, lost to the Compocalypse) to the Data Resurrectionist, and he says that the OS (which is pretending not to exist) isn't just the problem--some of the files are corrupted as well, perhaps 10% of them, but he'll retrieve what he can. God knows how much this will cost. Footnote-writing takes on a new urgency. I wanted to have the Vampires e-book out before Eclipse, but then, I also wanted it done before last Christmas. This is something else entirely.

Meanwhile, the asshole kids down the street (we are pretty certain) have now started tampering with my stepfather's tires, creeping up to our yard and cutting off one stem valve at a time (you know, where you pump air into the tire). It costs $30 to replace a stem--and that's if you notice it. That's if your tire has helpfully gone flat while your car is still in the driveway, which is not what happened last week--rather, my stepfather was out on the interstate when the tire gave up the ghost. He could have had a blowout, could have crashed, could have been seriously hurt. As it was, the tire had to be immediately replaced. For $300. Which we so totally could afford right now.

Yeah. The police have been called. And if you're reading this, assholes, this particular officer's mother used to work with my stepfather. They know each other. He's taking it seriously. So these four tire-slashing shenanigans have been documented by the cops. When you get caught, you're going down for all of them, and your asshole parents who won't rein you in--who deny that you threw bricks onto our patio and left a ladder to climb over our fence and rang our doorbell at all hours even though we saw you running back to their house--are paying for all of it. Yeah, YOU. I hope you're reading this and you DO recognize yourself and CUT IT THE FUCK OUT. I don't care if you're fourteen. Hope you enjoy juvenile detention.

So... um. Meanwhile!

Sam has gotten his summer cut!


Speaking of which, I think I must have tripped over the dogstacle course that is our house and hurt my right foot--maybe landed on my toes or the ball of my foot weirdly, or too hard--because it's been bothering me since two Wednesdays ago. Basically, since the funeral. And I've been limping a little. It doesn't feel like the bones are the problem--maybe I've pulled a muscle or a tendon? I don't know. It doesn't hurt very badly, but enough to be a pain in the ass. Well, figuratively.

A quick way to catch up on my Tumblr: The infinite-scroll photo collage archive.

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More Formspring questions. Posted 3/9/10.


( Did you ever go through a goth phase? )

Not feeling great, but feeling less hysterically awful than I had been (see also: the last few days). So basically, I have gone from feeling "emotionally raw" to "merely fragile." Rock.

(As a side note: "Have you seen--?" Yes, I have seen it. Particularly if it is related to Twilight and came out this past weekend. Yes, I have. Yes, I have. Yes, I have. And in his defense, if I'd had as much of it thrown at my head as he has in the last two years, I'd be allergic to it too, and I HAVE one.)

I am unable to think of a segue, so: Google will let you turn Buzz off permanently now (scroll down). I mean, if you just HAVE to have your privacy, GAH.

Question for those of you going to the Neil Gaiman reading at UA later this week: is it a reading or a reading and a signing? Because either I've gone stupid (entirely possible) or the event page just doesn't say. (I don't know if there are any tickets still available, but be warned: even though tickets are free, if you don't have one, you're not getting in. They've already given out 600. It's going to be a madhouse.) If there's not a signing, that's fine; I just want to know how many hours I'm going to be standing on my feet. Because, again: madhouse. ETA: There is definitely not a signing, and it's not 600 people--it's 1200.

Meanwhile, speaking of Alabama: There was a shooting at the University of Alabama at Huntsville, and it gets weirder by the hour.

And finally: Sam is recovering nicely from his (mysteriously) hurt back foot. He is now on his third bandage boot (red again). Also, he ran out into the snow on Friday evening and made a snow angel.

The thing you have to understand about snow panic in Alabama is that it's not about the snow. Mostly, it's about us not being prepared for snow; a meager two inches is considered an epic blizzard. It's also about the side effects of snow--I live in a heavily-wooded suburban area full of giant, beautiful, old trees. Very old trees. And they all have dead branches here and there hanging on by a shred of bark, so when you have just enough snow to weigh them down, they break off and fall onto the power lines. Or worse, the entire tree is mostly dead and it falls across the road or onto (and usually through) your house. There was one Epic Two-Inch Snow that ended up with a three-foot-thick, forty-foot-long pine lying across our street (and in what used to be someone's sun room), while live power lines were sparking in the road. In fact, my mother reported last night that, as she was driving home, she saw a number of official-looking trucks on the side of the road, presumably stationed for speedy tree removal.

It's also about the ice. None of us know how to drive on it, because we don't get it often enough to figure out how and then retain that knowledge. One time there was a Special News Report on Safe Winter Weather Driving, and I am serious, it was, in its entirety, "Drive slow." And now, over to Jim with the sports! So basically, entire schools, businesses, and highways will be shut down for safety reasons while all of Chicago points and laughs. I am not even kidding: my sister may not be able to get to work on Friday--

Oh God. I just realized that if we are all iced in together for the next four days, a remake of The Shining is going to break out.


While we're here, a teensy bit of Twi-spam, because I am getting a lot of email about this, and also, I enjoy the progression of the headlines:

Attn. Jackson Rathbone: Missing something?

'Eclipse' Script Wasn't Leaked, Says Summit. 

Nikki Finke: Yes, That Leaked Movie Script Is 'Eclipse.' 

1. I don't want to read it. I'm to a point where I don't even watch clips of movies I know I want to see anymore. I get so bored in the theater if I feel like I've already seen the movie. 2. I suspect the wink emoticon in the script (as seen at the first link) is forced product-placement sarcasm from screenwriter Melissa Rosenberg. 3. My dazzle is somewhat chagrined that (people tell me) the werewolf-vampire nose-fist bump is not in this version of the script, because, quite honestly, the Edward/Seth stuff is the only thing I find remotely likeable about Book!Edward. Also: COME ON! WEREWOLF-VAMPIRE NOSE-FIST BUMP! If there is anything funnier than that, I can't think of it right now.

Meanwhile, I am trying to work--I got a good bit of novel note-sorting and categorizing done yesterday--but am having a hell of a time. Lots of interruptions, and I can't concentrate for shit. Also, my new calendars (50% off!) came in from Amazon yesterday, but without the books I had bought for research, and then I realized I had forgotten to order a couple of other researchy things anyway, fnarr. Also-also, I bought another pair of fingerless gloves because I was concerned that my homemade recycled ones were fraying a bit from being worn so much, and I am really hoping they arrive before the cold snap is over. This is Alabama, after all.


OH OH OH I ALMOST FORGOT I have two questions to ask you:

1) How do we get e-books from my stepfather's Kindle onto my parents' computer? They can't figure out how.

2) Those identity protection/theft-prevention services, are any of them actually any good?