Cleolinda everywhere

A linkspam that has been THREE DAYS IN THE MAKING.


@bathbomb: Also, today I did a little sketch of @cleolinda. This is what she looks like in my head.

@cleolinda: @bathbomb Other than the fact that I'm about twice as wide, it's actually pretty good.

@foresthouse: @cleolinda You look like that in my head too. Except there is a Pallas cat grumping over your shoulder.

@cleolinda: @foresthouse Considering that you've seen me in person, the likeness must be impressive.

@foresthouse: @cleolinda Well, okay, actually I confess that in my head you have purple hair, and no amount of seeing you IRL can change that. :P


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Sick today. Not badly, just enough to feel dizzy and crummy and not make a lot of sense when I tried to talk to people. And it was only a little congestion at that--possibly I didn't notice it because (sorry, mild TMI) the crud was oozing down my throat, which was then sore, rather than staying in my head.

(Heather C.--thank you so much! The packing slip referred to two packages? The one today had books in it?)

(Also: omg.)

( Minispam about recent and not-so-recent deaths )

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Ahoy! Once again it be that time o' year when the Dread Cleolinda an' her crew o' salty dogs steer Good Ship Split Infinitive into port. And with us, we bring a fine haul o' linkspam from the four corners of the seven seas.

(Though with that mad wench Anna Dollerious bemoanin', "I can't believe she's doing this again. She never does Talk Like a Gypsy Princess Who Somehow Lives in a Manor Day" all the way.)

("Are we getting Captain Swann-Turner now?" BLAST YE, WOMAN, I'LL HEAR NO MORE OF THIS!)

Talk like a pirate! In German, Swedish, Chinese and French, to boot (arrrrr, le butin!).

Talk like a pirate some more!

What kind o' pirate be ye?

4. The single word that bests describes me is: Ruthless. I am without ruth in my pursuit of booty

Free Pirate Fic!; Shiver Me Whiskers!; Arrrr, avast all ye Facebook Pirates!; 5 Little-Known Pirate Stories (and a Quiz).

ETA: (From odontomachus: Be a Pirate Troper! WARNING: 'Tis a site harder to escape from than Davy Jones' locker. HERE THERE BE TIMESUCK.)

Linkspam proper! ( Yer deadlights be more important than yer famewhorin', says I )

And now that we stand safely ashore, it be time to seek out some grub. And also, me crew needs to go for walkies. Fair winds, me hearties!

Since we were on the subject of the Secret Life of Dolls earlier today--top ten movie-related Tonner dolls that do not exist but would put a spectacular hurt on my wallet if they did: ( Skip down to the next cut if you'd like to avoid the dollness )

From anjalilj: "I know this isn't quite your usual sort of linkspam, but I was wondering if you could drop a link for this anyway: An old classmate of mine from Bryn Mawr College went missing from her New York City apartment a week ago, and hasn't been seen since. Her friends and family are trying to get the word spread as far and wide as possible in the hopes that they'll find someone who's seen her. Here's a link with photos from Daily Intel (a New York news blog) and Neil Gaiman's journal. Thanks a whole bunch in advance."

Join us on Facebook to help a great cause, the United Way of Central Alabama. Wave to my friend David, y'all!

Linkspam! ( There's a reason I chose this icon for today. Just keep reading )

I am so tired, and not from working. I ran into a persistent human distraction today and got nothing done. Three pages of blah-blah-blah I can't hear my own thoughts so I'll just repeat vague ideas over and over. I felt so thwarted I want to cry, and in fact felt like that for about three hours. Apparently my time and my aspirations mean nothing, but at least I'm aware of this now and can plan accordingly. And cry.

Also, this kind of sums up my life right now.

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