Cleolinda everywhere

Re: This morning's Secret Life of Dolls: There was an alternate picture I didn't post that might explain what was going on in the photos a bit better--the second one was actually supposed to be The Littlest Edward complaining ("IT'S INDECENT!," etc.) from "my" perspective sitting there at my desk. Also, Serafina's pose was supposed to look like this, only I couldn't quite get her legs to cooperate, so it ended up looking like more of a pinup pose (not unfittingly). And in case you were wondering how inadequately clothed Eva Green!Serafina tended to look in the movie, here you are.

Meanwhile, my mother watched the Twilight DVD the other night--I've gotten through most of the extras--and asked if I could find her sheet music for "that song Edward Cullen plays on the piano." (She used to love playing the piano and wants to get back to it.) "I know it isn't really him playing it in the movie," she assured me for some reason. "No, it's him," I said (deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt that she didn't think that Actual Edward Cullen had somehow been magicked into existence for the purpose of filming a movie), "the actor's also a musician." "HE IS?" she cried. "I REALLY like him now!"

It's happened. I can't deny it anymore. She's a Twimom. I facepalmed.

( Easily skippable Twilight stuff, since we're here )

More linkspam: ( Silence of the Lambs Lego musical what? )

Hot Topic - Twilight Edward Action Figure; The Next Object Of Your ‘Twilight’ Obsession: Edward Cullen Dolls. People! I have been talking about the NECA figure--Edward Dollen v1, thank you very much--since SEPTEMBER. Where has everyone BEEN? It's like no one's even paying attention to the fast-paced world of terrifying celebrity dolls!

Eowyn sidles up to me with a sly look on her face. "He's starting to grow on you, isn't he?"

Anna looks over from fencing with Elizabeth. "Yeah, like a fungus."

( That's horrible! And he has such nice hair! )

Re: LiveJournal: Here's the press release about the layoffs.

Back at the ranch, as it were, I got so sucked into this afternoon's rerun of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit when Sister Girl was over doing laundry this afternoon--it was one of those L&O specialties where they started off with one crime and midway through switched to another that they discovered in the course of investigating the first one, which was great and fantastic and all except that I kept screaming "BUT WHAT ABOUT BRIANNA????"

... maybe you had to be there.

Meanwhile, yesterday, I ran around doing housework (you know it's bad when I try to procrastinate by cleaning) until I ended up throwing up all over the bathroom. (Which then, of course, had to be... cleaned.) I have no idea what that was about, except that I'd had a heavy breakfast (well, you know: greasy fast-food biscuit) on a nervous stomach. And then I felt feverish and had chills all day (and a good bit of today as well), so maybe I'm legitimately sick, who knows.

I made Sister Girl take the rest of the Mountain Dews with her, though, so that temptation is at least removed. Also, I think the withdrawal headaches have eased up.

I'm also trying to remind myself that I may be in a hypomanic phase (what with the running around cleaning), so if I suddenly crash and don't feel magically energetic anymore, that's not a moral failing. It just means that if I feel good now, I need to make hay while the sun shines.

Apropos of nothing much, one more thing about Prince Caspian: ( Read more... )

Oh, by the way, I got an email newsletter/casting call from Universal Pictures, and when I tried to copypaste the info to pass it along, it turned out to be a series of image files. Huh. Therefore, I will present it to you as it was presented to me (click to enlarge): ( ARE YOU THE NEXT MCLOVIN????? )

Of course, I saw the name "Edward" and ran screaming, but there you are. (Oh, and the MySpace and Facebook links were clickable; at least you don't have to type those in. The latter demands to know whether you are THE NEXT MCLOVIN' OR MICHAEL CERA?!, which should give you an idea of what they're looking for.)

Speaking of Edward, mistress_gwen has started the comm sparklpires for lolfans. Enjoy.

( Catchup 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? )

From joannad: The Russian hackers got someone else. Whatever you do, do not click on the user journal or Shoebox Project links mentioned in the entry. And to secure your own journal, choose a secret question NOW. (ETA: Or not?) Here's what I would advise doing, in terms of setting your question/answer: since we're worried about hackers and not people in our daily lives stealing our journals, I would suggest writing the question and the answer down on a piece of paper, not storing it anywhere on your computer or online, and guarding that paper with your life. Here's why: choose a question, and for the answer, pick something completely unrelated. What was your first pet's name? Hardware store. You see what I'm saying? Something that no one would ever, ever guess, even by combing your journal for clues, because it's a non sequitur in the first place. And that's why you're going to want to write it down, in case you forget your randomly-chosen unrelated thing.

Okay, in less urgent news: If you didn't catch the ETA on the Twi-spam entry, Hot Topic has given up on trying to set line-up times and they're just giving out wristbands for Thursday and Friday in a first come/first serve free-for-all. People who don't hear about this until they show up "early" tomorrow night? Are going to be exquisitely pissed.

In even less urgent news: Sometimes people have to interview writers for school assignments (you know, "Interview a published author"), and because I'm not as scary as people who are actually important, sometimes they ask me. So if you'd like to hear (well, read) me answer questions I am spectacularly unqualified to answer, my most recent interviewer has let me archive some here.

In just really frustrating news: Our dishwasher has officially given up the ghost. Sigh.

Something fun: from t3andcrumpets, pretty, crazy-color eyeshadow that I have been drooling over all week. I'm not saying I'd go full-on rainbow with it (like on the front page), but you can shop by color, if you know what looks good with your eyes. I might just be crazy enough to try Hibiscus or Blaze in the distant future, I don't know.

(Purples are so preeeeettyyyyy.)

( The Alternate History Theme Park Where Dinosaurs Fought in the Civil War )

HEY YOU GUYS I WAS IDLY WATCHING THE CREDITS WAITING ON THE PREVIEW FOR NEXT WEEK AND I SAW MY COUSIN'S NAME! TRUFAX. You know, my mother's cousin the set decorator, the one who did Van Helsing ! (And House !) I didn't see her listed on the True Blood IMDB page so I thought maybe she'd ended up not doing the show, but she DID! She was totally on the credits on the actual TV! THIS IS IRRATIONALLY EXCITING FOR ME, SHUT UP.

( Look at you, all pornalicious )

I got my hair did, I got my ha~air did! God, I feel human again. Also, I was up fairly late last night recording a podcast with some fine folks (I'll let you know more about that when it's available for download), so I did spend much of the afternoon asleep under a hairdryer.

Linkspam! ( what the hell is this Piccolo thing )

Confidential to a good friend of mine, since I don't want to jinx it by sending it myself:




Also, while I was at TV Tropes the other day, I noticed the Cloverfield page. The "Darwin" bit isn't actually attributed to me (and who knows, maybe I'm not the only person who came up with it), but it turning up there is yet another proud moment in my life.

( Twilight mini-spam )

( Beedle the Bard, Depp maybe for Riddler, Moar Montauk Monster )

So: Still anxious, jittery, and unhungry, but either it's easing up a tad or I'm getting used to it. I've been burning a lot of scented candles (usually something fruity or tropical) in a fragrant attempt at stress management, spending more time in the sun, that kind of thing. Oh, and the mouse disappeared for a night, then reappeared yesterday evening and kept me up all night rummaging under my bed. Also, I'm not turning on American Idol tonight until the last ten minutes, so if anything wacky happens, YouTube will just have to cover me.

From loafing_oaf: "A friend of mine and his pals have set up a site: Carbon Geeks. Their aim is to raise money, through ad-revenue, for carbon-offset projects and other environmental organisations. It's similar to the freerice model, but with general knowledge quiz type questions instead of vocabulary testing. It's not long gone live, and they don't have much traffic yet, so I said I'd ask if you could post a link here. So, if you'd be willing to pass the link on, that would be fantastic. They are also looking for feedback on ways to improve the site, or things that people like/dislike about it. There is a 'contact us' link at the site, or if people prefer they can drop a comment to this post at my journal."

From foresthouse: "FYI: the Orphan Works thing is being mentioned again."

( Moar linkspam )

A couple of things I wanted to talk about--first of all, crime. Local crime. Times is hard, and it's getting a little scary out there. My parents were at Publix doing the weekly grocery shopping last weekend, and there was, like, a gang rumble in the parking lot while they were getting into the car. Like, groups of people chasing each other around and smashing bottles and calling for getaway cars ("Come and get me, man! You gotta come pick me up, man!" An effective gangbanger should always provide his own ride, I always say). All while my stepfather's standing at the cart return with his hands on his hips going, "Huh." ("George, GET IN THE CAR!")

In a scarier incident, my aunt was in the parking lot of the Wildwood Wal-Mart when a stranger approached her and demanded a dollar. She said no--I don't know how to explain it in print, exactly, but you know how there's asking people money and then there's threatening ways of asking people for money? This was one of those Prelude to a Purse-Snatching ways. Something you need to know about my aunt, by the way: she's an inner-city kindergarten teacher, and she doesn't put up with shit. "I think you can give me a dollar," he says, edging closer. "I think you need to get a job," she fires off. He edges closer: "I think you're going to give me a dollar." My mother's telling me this story and I'm kind of freaking out at this point, but fortunately, one of the Wal-Mart employees came up to my aunt and said, "Ma'am, is this man bothering you?" And then the employee recognized the man, because he had just tried to snatch someone else's purse a few minutes earlier and they were still looking for him. This is all in the middle of the day, by the way.

"It's the economy," my mother said. "People are having to choose between food and gas, they just can't pay for both. They're getting desperate."

Well, then there's the other thing that happened to my cousin--same aunt: her daughter. My cousin was walking home and parted ways with a friend a street or so away from their house, when she noticed this white SUV was following her. Like, really closely. Really slowly. All the way up her street. My cousin has a very small build, so she often looks younger than she actually is (she's graduating high school this month, but she could probably pass for early teens if you weren't looking closely); maybe the creep in the car thought she was a much younger girl, I don't know. Maybe he didn't care. So this SUV follows her up the street, and she's freaking out this point, so she runs up her driveway, and the car follows her what the hell. Like, up this long steep hill to her back door. Fortunately my cousin was able to get in safely, and the car fled, but what the hell? The world is a scary place, and you can't always blame it on the economy.

( Stripped-down linkspam )