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Oh my sweet God have mercy. I decided that I would rather not go to prison )

By the way, remember this story?

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.

This year, I got pictures of it:


 


And now, I flop.

P.S. I still want a foot massage really, really badly.



(Zomg e-book! The Annotated Movies in Fifteen Minutes: Wizards!)

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Yesterday afternoon, Mom decided that she needed a new pair of black heels for work, so I decided that leaving the house was relevant to my interests and went with her. Here's what I posted to Twitter as we went:

http://twitpic.com/k9pd5 - Where I am right now
Shoe porn. Note the supercute plum-colored shoes in the middle.

http://twitpic.com/k9pdv - Boots
They remind me a little of Violet's boots in the Lemony Snicket movie, with the cutouts and all.

http://twitpic.com/k9pfz - Right half of top floor of my favorite bookstore
I couldn't even get the left half of the store into the frame. It has an ESCALATOR, y'all. That's just the floor with the kids' books and the magazines. The lower floor is the one with the adult books.

I also passed Sparklepires 'R' Us shortly thereafter, but I was on the other side of the corridor with a kiosk between me and the store, and I already felt too much like a tourist, what with the picture-taking, as it was. And you know, I knew that the merchandise would be 82% Twilight-related, but I didn't expect to be able to see it FROM TWENTY FEET AWAY. There were three-foot dueling Edward and Jacob portraits up IN THE ENTRANCE. It was kind of amazing, actually.

http://twitpic.com/k9piu - Mom's favorite store for purses
My mother has a serious weakness for purses. Really big ones, too. So we went and browsed, as she could not resist the Rabbit's Tale's siren song.

http://twitpic.com/k9ple - I stayed over at this wall
I am not so much with the purses, but I am very much into the huge funky earrings.

http://twitpic.com/k9pps - Bracelets
You can't see too well, but there are bangles with rhinestone tiaras on them. I... I kind of wanted one.

http://twitpic.com/k9tr5 - WTF, y'all
This is a genuine photo I took with my iThing in the women's department (you can see the shoe department in the background). Yes, I actually WENT BACK to get this picture, it was so amazing. Apparently The Artist Formerly Known as the Dread Pirate Lestat shops at Belk's now.


Still working, by the way. I'm at the really tedious "clicking links to make sure I didn't put the wrong ones in" and final proof-reading stage. I'm just anal enough that I have to do this myself. I'm also hearing that if I want to preserve all the formatting, I'm going to need to use some Adobe Acrobat program, so I'm looking into that. I spent most of the weekend in a foul black funk wanting to punch people in the head (everything that could go wrong did, basically), and it's only 9:30 and already today is 200% better. Also, I LEFT THE HOUSE yesterday (obviously), which did a lot of good. Also-also, I bought chocolate (Cadbury) and booze (Woodchuck Amber), either for future head-punching emergencies or to celebrate when I finish. Probably both.


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Sep. 3rd, 2009 08:10 am
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So there was chocolate on Tuesday night (Lindt, even!), so September 1st turned out pretty well. No fights or explosions, either. Yesterday was okay, although I'm kind of tired and a little sick; I did come up with a brilliant idea to pay for the laptop (which I will reveal in good time). Today the antibiotic I'm on is upsetting my stomach a good bit (no, no yogurt in the house. But: chocolate! And Coke! Ooo, I should go get some Coke now). It's rainy and I'm tired to the point of nausea--I haven't been able to sleep due to Thermostat Wars. My kingdom is chilly no more--but I have the house to myself so I will flop, and then I will try to work some. Knock on wood, cross your fingers, etc.


OH ALSO I FORGOT: I need some cute stationery that won't cost me an arm and a leg. Blank cards for thank-yous or quick notes and also paper for letters, probably. Recs?


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Really tired--I think it's because we've had monsoons for about three days now. Time to test out the full spectrum lamp, I guess. So I'm pretty much over here working on, uh, Secret Life-related crafts, drinking iced tea, not doing much. So I might as well go ahead and post these two things now:

[livejournal.com profile] yuki_onna (Catherynne M. Valente) is having some financial trouble at the moment, so:
Starting Monday, I will start posting chapters of a full-length novel version of The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making. I will be writing it in real time, posting every Monday. It will be free to read–but please know that the sheer calories to make my brain create it require funding, and I would very much appreciate your support. Pay whatever you like for it, whatever you think it’s worth. It’s kind of like an old-fashioned rent party. There’s a button at the bottom of the post to start things out.
Meanwhile, fans and friends have set up [livejournal.com profile] adoptingcat.

Also-meanwhile, [livejournal.com profile] coffeeinhell (you may remember me raving about the marshmallows from Polidori Chocolates) is between jobs herself, so if you've ever wanted to order a dark chocolate S'mores kit or H.P. Lovecraft truffles, the time has never been better. (Someone had sent me pomegranate marshmallows of hers--I don't think she's currently selling those--and I pretty much just sat there and ate the entire bag of six in one sitting. They are big and fluffy and AWESOME and I'm going to try the vanilla ones as soon as I can.)


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Feb. 3rd, 2009 10:25 pm
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Sorry--my sister came over (to wash clothes in preparation for her NYCC trip) and we were catching up and I'm desperately behind.

Today's scandal: Stephen King says ‘Twilight’ author ‘can't write.’ OH SNAP.

(And the wank is already delightful.)

Yesterday's scandal: A transcript of Christian Bale's meltdown; the surprisingly danceable remix; More Christian Bale Fun: McG Prophecies, Flip-Hop Remixes, and a Soundboard! Y'all, I hope that, someday, if I lose my shit at top volume for almost four minutes solid, and I happen to be miked, and a recording happens to leak, that the losing of my shit brings the internet as much joy as Christian Bale's has brought to us. God bless.

(In his defense: archnemesis Shane Hurlbut is "a pretty unrepentant light tweaker." This is my new favorite insult. Meanwhile: Gawker begs to differ. In conclusion: there's plenty of fail to go around!)

(Bonus: The Christian Bale Accent Generator.)

Today's Snack Deathmatch: Cadbury vs. Cadbury.

MOAR! )


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This isn't specifically in response to yesterday's LJ Question o' the Day ("As the Northern hemisphere spins toward the shortest day of the year, it's getting dark earlier and earlier. What comforts do you fall back on when the days are short and the nights are long?"), but I notice it kind of answers it anyway:

Media Monkey seems to be working out decently. It loads faster than Yahoo Jukebox ever did, seems to slow down my computer less, and isn't terribly hard to maneuver. I have myself a nice Favorite Paramore Songs playlist now because SHUT UP, OKAY? SHUT UP. It's fun and boppy and that's what I need while I'm trying to work.

Also: I was at the sto' to get some more hot chocolate (among other things), and generally my cocoa of preference is Nestle something or other in packets, but this time I happened to spy canisters of chocolate-and-hazelnut Ghirardelli cocoa. (They were sold out of plain chocolate, which is sort of an endorsement in and of itself.) Well, I wasn't passing that up, so we'll see how that works. Really, what I'm looking for is a nice creamy texture, so that'll be a deciding factor as well as flavor. Hot chocolate is serious business, after all.

Also-also: I know I keep talking about the sunshine, but it's really, really fantastic. It's got that autumnal golden quality, and the sky is sort of a cornflower blue. Of course, I think I've started to think of sunlight in an entirely different way now that I've come to understand that--why --I get sludgy in January and downright depressed by February. I feel like I ought to get out there and store up as much as I can; I may, in fact, be solar-powered. Or maybe a reverse vampire? (That would be kind of funny. "I am compelled to donate blood all the time! I know I was just here yesterday! Take it! PLEASE TAAAAAAKE IIIIIIIT. Hey, let's go get Italian now.") I don't know. ("Wow, that stake feels really good. A little to the left next time, maybe?") People have recommended various full-spectrum lamps to me, but honestly, the ones I'm seeing are about $100 and I just can't afford that right now.

You know what, (also)3? I should finally learn to knit. I have a starter kit and everything.


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Sep. 19th, 2008 02:51 pm
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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 [livejournal.com profile] 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!


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Y'all, I am seriously beginning to think that my productivity is affected by barometric pressure. I spent three rainy days feeling like a slug, and now it's gorgeous outside and I feel great. Or maybe lack of sunlight chagrins my dazzle? I don't know. I'd like my dazzle to be more consistent, though.

(I should note here that the fine people at WTFudgery sent me five samples--chocolate, chocolate peanut butter, chocolate walnut, chocolate pretzel, and spicy chocolate--and I said I would give anyone with a name that fantastic a mention here whether the fudge was good or not. Fortunately, it was very good.)

(If it sounds like I've suddenly had people sending me stuff the last few weeks, well... that's kind of how it's been. I don't know. Every couple of years or so, my mailbox suddenly fills up with awesome. I'm not sure why--maybe because I've put up some new kind of thing online, like the Fifteen Minutes or the sporadic I still feel terrible about not finishing those Lost recaps or whatever. I guess it would be the Twilight recaps in this case.)

Linkspam! Spider monkeys, tight hamsters, Terror Tram )


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Aug. 30th, 2008 11:53 am
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Oh, wow, who sent me the Polidori chocolates? There's no note in the box, and I can't remember if someone actually told me in advance or not. (These days I've started forgetting my own characters' first names, so really, it's my own impending senility we're talking about here.)

(Om nom pomegranate marshmallow nom. Also, the little tote bag is adorable.)

(Still working on Midnight Sun #2. Had a nice long sleeps, breakfast, and then another long sleeps, and now I'm going to have lunch, because I'm going to need refreshed recap mojo if I'm going to deal with the Port Angeles dinner date... OF DOOM.)


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Much quieter today. Tried to get some rest today so that I can annotate tonight--fewer distractions at night, plus I'm not away from the internet (which I need for many of the notes and citations themselves). Last I heard from Sister Girl, she was at the Vosges store in NYC, but it was too loud to hear her over the phone. Not much else going on, really.

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Ended up not going for the decadence last night, mostly because the rum made me feel a little oogy. Instead, I made the Fr[rr]ozen Hot Chocolate after dinner tonight, and it turns out that it's basically a cocoa slush. You don't really even need the Serendipity mix to make such a thing, I don't feel--it's just 1/2 cup milk, 1/2 cup mix, and 1&1/2 cups ice in a blender. Since the instructions compare the result to pudding, I daresay you could substitute instant chocolate pudding mix (hmm. Might end up tasting like a Pudding Pop). Next time, I might even put less ice in it. Also, there's the milk to consider, or even just substituting ice cream, because once you get off the idea that it's "hot chocolate" in any way, it's far easier to start experimenting.

Meanwhile, I got this idea into my head that--well, you know how they say what you do on the first day of the year effects for the rest of it? It finally occurred to me that I could do a lot of small, representative things. I don't have to spend the whole day (like yesterday) organizing; I could just move a couple of things around, wash my hair, put on a little lip gloss, wear a new pendant Sister Girl gave me, read a little, and write a few ideas down, and I'd have several of my vague resolutions covered (keep things tidier, look nicer, wear more of my jewelry, read more frequently, and continue the level of productivity I had going this summer and fall). Which is really the way you ought to do it every day, I guess--little things representative of where you want to end up. I say "vague resolutions" because the actual resolution I think I'm going to try is based on the idea that I'm almost painfully self-aware (as longtime readers have probably noticed), and so I basically know why my life isn't what I want it to be. It's because of me, only me, and because there are tons of things I don't do because I'm either afraid, lazy, or self-indulgent (depending on the actual thing). And every day, pretty much every moment, I make a choice--usually to not do something, or at the very least, to keep doing nothing. So my resolution is to take each moment that comes by and do something (exercise, write, eat better, answer email, floss) instead of nothing, instead of putting it off, instead of telling myself that I can't. And every moment I fail to do that, that's okay, because there's always the next moment just coming up where I can try again. It's probably going to be hard at first, because habits are always hard to break, and that's not even taking into consideration the baggage behind the habit of inaction--and it's not the "set concrete goals" thing they tell you will be more effective. I don't know, though--what I've learned about myself is that an actual decision, a deadline, works against me psychologically. At the end of the day, I think I hate being told what to do, even by myself. I can't say, "You're going to do this and that and the other by the end of 2008." I have to choose every moment to do it, and maybe the next moment not to, and maybe the moment after that to choose to get back to doing it again, and I have to know that the world isn't going to end if I can't do it. It's not really a sense of rebellion so much as it is fear. And since I've been in the grip of this inertia since I graduated college--since before I graduated, really--probably the only way to shake it is to figure out what I want to do (which is, in a sense, that list of concrete goals) and then apply myself on a minute-by-minute basis to achieving that. It sounds kind of tiring, but on another level, it's kind of freeing--whatever mistake you make or chance you miss or diet you cheat on, the next moment absolves you; the next moment is a new start, and the moment after that, and the moment after that. And since I deal with a weird sort of constant, irrational guilt and anxiety, that may be what it takes for me to get moving. So I'm going to start trying that, on the understanding that it's going to be hard to go from 0 to 60 all of a sudden, so being completely crapful at whatever I undertake (I'm thinking of exercise in particular here) is okay--it's the act of choosing to get started, creating the habit of trying, that's important in that kind of case.

So we'll see how it goes. Failing that? The lash.


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I've had The Twilight Zone on since this morning--it's the New Year's Sci-Fi Channel marathon, and for some reason I find that as fun and comforting as most people do A Christmas Story. Not going out tonight, which I know objectively is kind of lame, but--I really kind of like staying in on New Year's Eve. I don't know why--but as long as I have it to myself (I remember one flu-ridden New Year's that involved a death-march game of Monopoly I'd rather not repeat) with something fun to drink and The Twilight Zone, I'm happy as a clam. So basically, I'd either like to go out and have fun with people or stay home and have fun by myself, pretty much no in-between.

I've spent the day cleaning as well--not even out of any urge to "start fresh," but rather out of pure necessity, because I can't move in here. It's like I woke up and realized that everything on this side of the room needed to be on that side of the room, and everything on that side of the room needed to be on this side of the room. I have too many DVDs, so I'm recolonizing a cabinet. I've cleaned off a shelf for my Black Ribbon-related books so that I can have them close at hand, all in a row, when I need to check something. My closet is stuffed with stackable plastic drawers that I'm emptying and setting up in the bedroom itself so that I have more room in the closet--and I'm moving the hanging shoe rack from the back of the closet to the front. You know, so I can reach the shoes. (It's a walk-in, which is a huge luxury compared to the, uh, NO CLOSET I had in my room as a kid. I had to go down the hall to get to my own clothes, and the closet I did have was about two feet deep at that. Of course, this was probably for the best, because I'm not sure inveterate magpie-packrats need to be given the free rein of a walk-in closet. It's kind of like the Mines of Moria in there now, is all I'm saying--the dustbunnies delved too greedily and too deep.) One stack of drawers is now a makeshift vanity--all I have to get now is one of those round revolving mirrors to set on top--and I threw out a ton of old makeup, which was hard to do. Among the items that went trashward was Baby's First Powder Compact, because it was fifteen years old. I hate throwing things away because it feels wasteful--you know, that's a perfectly good tube of lipstick someone gave me in a free makeup kit that one time, even though it's a hideous color and it's kind of dried out to boot. But I feel terrible actually tossing it... which is why I'm up to my ears in junk. So one of my--well, I wouldn't say it's a resolution, exactly, but I am trying to give myself permission to be "wasteful" and let go of things. Raggedy old shoes I haven't even worn in ten years anyway, stale boxes of tea, bottles of fragrance "splash" that I never liked in the first place... throwing it all away feels both icky and liberating. I'm just going to try to train myself to enjoy the "liberating" part more. So I'm going to keep moving and cleaning, probably over the course of the week, and see if I can't see the floor by Saturdayish.

Hmm. Not sure what to do for dinner, but I have two options for New Year's drinkage: bust into the tin of Serendipity Fr[rr]ozen Hot Chocolate mix that Sister Girl gave me (pros: chocolate, fun; cons: do I really want to bust out the blender?) or try mixing this awesome white grape/peach juice with rum and some crushed ice (pros: white grape/peach is so awesome; cons: not chocolate). I suppose I could do both over the course of the evening, but... that would just be... decadent. Thoughts?


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Oh my God, I meant to post this last week and then... things happened: there's a new HP e-zine, Cauldrons and Chocolate Frogs, and I did an interview with them a few weeks ago. I haven't read over the posted interview, but a quick glance makes me think it's fairly close to the original IM transcript, so, you know, very little chance of anything I said being taken out of context. If I managed to make an ass out of myself anyway, you know, let me know. (Man, it was fun to pretend like I was actually someone famous enough to interview!)


All right, let's see if this Cloverfield footage widget works on LJ:

Read more... )

Linkspam proper )


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So, full thoughts on Order of the Phoenix, which--like Prisoner of Azkaban--I will go to the mat defending, by the way: Spoilers, obviously )


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Not much going on this morning, except that I have a crapload of things I should be doing.

Linkspam )


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Golden Globes tonight, also known as the Drinky Oscars. Meryl Streep is hilarious when she's sloshed, I might add, so tune in for that--NBC at 7:00 pm (CST), I think. I usually blog the Globes--I actually had a bad dream about missing the Globes, if that tells you anything--but as always, I have a very bad seating arrangement (TV to my right and slightly behind me; a lot of craning involved), so I can't vouch for the quality of that blogging. Actually, I have little to no interest in the TV awards, so that ought to afford me a little catch-up time to write. Of course, the Globes are a frickin' picnic compared to the Oscars, which are generally four hours of furious neck-crane typing, after which I am completely useless for about 36 hours.

Speaking of which: Globes Do Away with Goody Bags. "This latest move comes in light of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences' announcement in August that it, too, had settled up with the IRS for past swag until 2005 and would no longer be doling out the usual 'freebies' to Oscar presenters. It was reported last year that the IRS was looking at a $1.2 million haul from the Academy Awards alone."

Seriously, it's fantastic 'spam )


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Zoloft 150, down from 200, day 3: Mostly sort of limp and sleepy. Not sad, not really hot-and-cold flashy like I have been the rest of the week; less dizzy. Had a twenty-minute swim, which was nice. And just in time, because it looks like it's going to rain (again).

Also, I have been craving chocolate really, really badly. Too bad there's none in the house.

Head of company uses advertising list to ask his customers to be homophobic. Now, I would just like to say that I'm not entirely sure I believe this. I mean, I believe [livejournal.com profile] stoney321; I'm just a little thrown by the fact that a company called outsidepride.com is trying to complain about gayety on television.

Billy Boyd cornered by some old-fashioned LOTR crazy. Suffice it to say, I felt it necessary to leave a comment on the Fandom Lounge entry saying, "It's the fingernails thing that gave me the wig worst. She was really doing that? And had no teeth?" (Someone who witnessed the incident firsthand: "Yes. And yes. *retch* According to someone who spoke with her (I never got that close), there was a distinct smell of urine, too.")

Diane Lane was the inspiration for "You Give Love a Bad Name"? Wow. I'm not sure my world will ever be the same.

Jude Law as General Zod? You know, I haven't even seen the movie that's out yet. Also, Hugh Jackman is probably sulking somewhere.

From [livejournal.com profile] its99pm: Wha? Maybe this is not the time to mention that I hoard Arby Sauce packets. (What? They never give you enough for the sandwich and the fries!)

Chocolate Russian Roulette. The intarweb is just taunting me at this point, isn't it?


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So, a general update:

I can't be too specific because you never know who's reading, but things are going well on the jobsearch front for my mother.

(Speaking of things you can't talk about: I finally realized why I'm always talking about 1) my health, 2) my dogs, 3) the weather and 4) food: once you get enough readers to make it dangerous to gripe about your sister/uncle/professor/employer/boyfriend's dog's best friend, that's all you've got left.)

Sister Girl has had a hard time of it with the wisdom teeth. On the surface, everything's fine--we have a good family surgeon, she hasn't gotten dry socket, she's not jonesing in the street for Percocet, and so on. However, she doesn't deal with pain well, and she's had a lot of that and nausea; the medications made her slightly psychotic early on; she puffed up like whoa; she was deeply depressed at said puffing. Also, in the course of surviving on pudding, jello, and mashed potatoes, she had a life epiphany and realized that she's lactose intolerant, and always has been, and just hadn't made the dairy + suffering connection before.

I was on night shift Sister Nurse duty for a couple of nights, and now my sleep cycle's all messed up and I'm cranky.

Easter was nice; quiet. Just my grandmother, as my aunt's in-laws got custody of their family this holiday (we alternate). My mother will probably put together Easter baskets for us until the Second Coming (at which point we will probably get really, really good baskets); in mine, I got Fuzzy Navel lipbalm, a pound of cotton candy jellybeans, a vanilla-mango candle that smells awesome, and a couple of pairs of really cute (inexpensive) earrings that now also smell like vanilla mango, because I've been keeping them in the candle jar. Also, we got tons of Reese's peanut butter eggs, which are to Cleo as donuts are to Homer. Unfortunately, they turned out to be white chocolate peanut butter eggs, and I think you all know my feelings on white chocolate, which is that it is neither white nor chocolate, not to mention NOT OF THE LORD. So we're looking around for the right kind, but haven't found them yet.

It turns out the Garage National Falls were caused by a water filter that cracked and burst--suddenly those little details in the story about having done a load of clothes and the dishwasher being finished has a much more sinister import, because if she ran them together (which she did), I could see how that might have been the final straw for the filter, as both appliances sit right on top of the garage, where the filter was. Fortunately, it was actually under the ceiling, in the open air, rather than in the ceiling, so we just had to call our long-suffering plumber to come replace it and let the water drain out into the driveway, no harm done.

The air conditioner is being pissy. Again, we've got a whatsit on that one--the jellybeans have gone directly to my brain and I can't remember the--service contract. We have a service contract, so it can blow sky high and we won't be charged a dime for repairs, but still. It's hot.

Easter Turducken. Be afraid.

Worst. Kingdom of Loathing Publicity. Ever.

Gwyneth Paltrow: Better than you.

Hey, Snakes on a Plane fans: Samuel L. Jackson is watching. "Jackson, in his first interview since the Snakes craze went national, has tracked activity on such sites as Snakes on a Blog — the homemade trailers, the suggested soundtrack tunes, the gently mocking T-shirts. Most intriguing [to him], however, have been the fake movie posters." Apparently he feels some chagrin that fans view him as a scary guy. Dear Mr. Jackson: it's not that we think you're evil; it's that we think you're awesome.

[livejournal.com profile] kosher_jenny, re: Suri Cruise and her crazy father: "You know what the best thing about placenta is?" Here's the best part: check the date on the comic in the URL. It's nowhere even near recent.


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I have a weird lump on the back of my head, about the size of a golf ball, a few inches behind my left ear--I get it sometimes, but it's never hurt this bad. I was asking around, and it's very likely a form of bursitis--an inflammation of a sac near a joint or moving part (and it is kind of close to my neck) caused by strain or damage. My doctor thinks that this, and my intestinal catastrophes on Saturday, were caused by the whole thing about Mom losing/leaving her job. Which I can see, because I was completely calm about it, supportive, rational, what-have-you, all weekend. Because that's what I do. But upset and anxiety always finds a way to express itself, with me anyway, and since I don't really have or know any other way to deal with it mentally, I end up with, like, one of the seven plagues of Egypt. I am dead serious. It used to be massive upset stomachs--or maybe it was headaches; I can't remember which came first. Whichever one it was, I got that under control after several years, and then the other one kicked up as my go-to physical response. Then I got that under control, and what did I start getting? Boils. I am not freakin' kidding. And I'm a firstborn, too, so you can see why I'm hoping this doesn't get any more Biblical than it has to. But I seem to have gone back to upset stomachs, with an upgrade of bursitical knots and massive insomnia. Although the insomnia is at least partly caused by the Wellbutrin withdrawal/readjustment (I have a fresh supply now). I'm just hoping like hell that locusts don't show up.


Author Frey admits fictions, Oprah apologizes. WHOA! He admits to everything, y'all--he says the Smoking Gun report is "pretty accurate. They did a good job." And Oprah apologizes for that phone call to Larry King defending him. Oh man. I totally need a cigarette right now.

Police investigate family of seven crash death; tractor trailer shoved car into school bus.

Evidence suggests that a tractor-trailer never braked before it rear-ended a car full of young relatives and shoved it into a stopped school bus on a rural highway, killing all seven children in the car, state troopers said. [A 15-year-old was driving; no adult was in the car.] As authorities tried to determine why the truck driver apparently didn't stop, the children's family tried to cope with unimaginable grief that grew even more heart wrenching after Wednesday's crash when a grandfather died. William Scott, 62, "had a massive heart attack tonight over all this," Barbara Mann, the children's mother and Scott's daughter, told CNN on Wednesday. "I can't deal with it."
Foreign Leaders Shocked at Hamas Win.

Malaysia Creates Team to Track 'Bigfoot.'

India history spat hits US.

Officers Discharged Under Gay Policy.

Life without a Blackberry? Users shudder to think. My favorite is the "I'M NOT AN ADDICT!" guy.

Michael Jackson Spotted in Robe and Veil.

The Bloggies nominations. Some of the nominations are... interesting.

A woman drawn from the inside out--that is to say, starting from bone structure and then into muscles, skin, etc.

[livejournal.com profile] ciara_belle: "I don't know if you saw this, but there is now a West Coast answer to the SNL Narnia rap. It's like the most adorable rap feud ever. ^^ (I mention because Stein in the video is a cousin of a good friend of mine.)"

PEEPS! IN CHOCOLATE EGGS!

Best blonde joke ever.

Argh, pain. Back to work.


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So I'm done with my exam. I don't know about the second and third essays, but I do think the first essay, the big compulsory question, is a thing of minor beauty ("Pierre seems to offer no moral instruction, unless it's 'Hey kids, don't marry your sister'").

As for the 15-page essay, I said to hell with it and took an incomplete (a common and casual occurrence in my department; I've had professors say, "I want this to be really good, so if you need extra time, just take the incomplete") rather than go to the exam wrung out over trying to finish it. On one hand, I do not have the pleasure of being done with the stupid thing (which I actually think is going to turn out pretty well). On the other, it felt really, really good to have it put off until January and not have a nervous breakdown right before the exam, so I'm going to have to believe I made the right call on this one.

And then I got home and we had another corporate Christmas basket. And this one was a good one: Godiva cocoa! Ghirardelli chocolates! Tiramisu biscotti! Smoked... salmon? Okay, that's a little Which One of These Things Is Not Like the Other, but we'll manage. Oooo, and more Danish butter cookies. And cheese straws! Cinnamon-roasted cashews! Dried apricots! And some kind of English tea that has bergamot but is apparently not allowed to use the words "Earl" or "Grey"! Sister Girl ran off with the cheese spread and the water crackers, which is fine with me because it means I'm more likely to get the chocolates.

(Speaking of cheese, I just got a spam email with the subject heading Careless cheddar. What, guilty cheese has got no rhythm?)

Also, I think I have finished my Christmas shopping. Well, I do have to buy something for the Dirty Santa game (and I know exactly what to get, but cannot mention it here if I want to maintain the element of surprise). And maybe another something for my mother. And I have a deep foreboding that I have forgotten someone or something. But we've got nearly two weeks until Christmas, so I'm sure I have time to make up for anything I've forgotten. (Cue ominous music.)

(I had a weird dream the other night that I came into the den and my father--who I haven't seen in eight years, and has never stepped foot in the house where I live now--had found the Sofia Coppola Marie Antoinette, the one with the trailer I just linked to the other day, on cable. Yes, even though it's not in theaters yet. We were all--"all"; I get the feeling there were other family members in there as well--like, "Holy shit, we'd better watch this then." And then the rest of the dream was a really weird version of the movie that... didn't really have much to do with the movie at all. I think Marie was eventually dragged off from an 18th-century spa to her doom. I just... I don't know what to make of these dreams sometimes, I'm telling you.)

Tonight (as in, Tuesday night): The original King Kong on Turner Classic Movies and the awful Jeff Bridges/Jessica Lange 1976 remake on AMC, both at 7 pm. I'm thinking it's TCM for the win, here.

From the lovely [livejournal.com profile] edda: "Would you mind throwing this: www.bestoftimeclocks.com into the mix? It's my former Intern Lady's new web business and I told her I'd try to give it a nudge out into the great wide 'net. If not, it's not the end of the world. It's basically a huge site for clocks, complete with chimes. *adjusts pimp-hat feather and jeweled cane*" Ooo, the sun clock.

The Mission: Impossible 3 trailer. Wait, Philip Seymour Hoffman is in this? Wow, not caring has totally interfered with my knowledge of this movie.

"I'm still lesbing with Angelina Jolie and you can't stop me!"

Depeche Mode win headlining slot at Coachella fest. Mmm, Depeche Mode.

Man Apologizes After Fake Wikipedia Post . "A man who posted false information on an online encyclopedia linking a prominent journalist to the Kennedy assassinations says he was playing a trick on a co-worker. Brian Chase, 38, ended up resigning from his job and apologizing to John Seigenthaler Sr., the former publisher of the Tennessean newspaper and founding editorial director of USA Today. 'I knew from the news that Mr. Seigenthaler was looking for who did it, and I did it, so I needed to let him know in particular that it wasn't anyone out to get him, that it was done as a joke that went horribly, horribly wrong,' Chase was quoted as saying in Sunday editions of The Tennessean. Chase said he didn't know the free Internet encyclopedia called Wikipedia was used as a serious reference tool."


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