Cleolinda everywhere

Let me show you them, my books. ( Read more... )

Meanwhile, I will be watching the Twilight Zone marathon (OH CRAP IS IT ALREADY ON?) as usual, which has gone from "sad because I have nowhere loud and flashy to go" to "venerable homebody tradition, I do what I want." I would like to cheerfully drink my way through it, but I'll probably end up asleep by 10 pm if I do that, so.  

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! )

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 )

Okay, our dishwasher is now on its last legs. I mean, it'll still turn on, but it's been so spotty for so long that we're obviously going to have to replace it in the next few months. Yes, we can get by washing dishes by hand. It's not so much that the dishwasher's dying as it is that this will be the eleventy-thousandth appliance to die this year. And Shelby's going to have to have surgery for her hip dysplasia in the next year or so, and we're still paying off the Unexpected Pension Taxes, and somewhere in there we've got to buy Tiny Tim a new crutch. The really stressful part is that my mother is now looking to me to finish my writing projects and hopefully bring in enough extra income that we can get on top of the bills and pay more than just a tiny bit, the interest, and sneaky late fees (everyone wants payment just before the last paycheck of the month) on them. You know. No pressure or anything.

And then my computer crashed in the middle of the "King Arthur in Fifteen Minutes" notes, and I lost all yesterday afternoon's work. "Document recovery" my ass. This is why you didn't get a linkspam, because I was too pissed busy trying to redo my work to deal with it.

(Also, Semagic came thisclose to eating all of tonight's linkspam when my computer crashed. "Load automatically saved draft" only pulled up the earliest version, until I finally thought to try "Load Draft" and see what came up.)

Let's go to another happy jewelry place! Damn, I need one. It's an old favorite, but what the hell: Sweet Romance Online. Favorites (and man, is it hard to narrow it down): the rose pendant; the art nouveau "Futura" set; the morning glory suite; the lily of the valley suite.

Linkspam! ( Superman reboot, Lost in Austen, Marion Cotillard IS (not) Catwoman )

... because I was doing something secret that may or may not turn out awesome. I'll tell you if it comes to fruition.

Oh, whoa: Comedian/actor Bernie Mac dies at 50.

Paul Newman says he will die at home.

Freeman Thanks Fans And Hospital Staff. It's becoming more and more obvious that Morgan Freeman really, really dodged a bullet called "the year 2008" there.

( Dorian Gray pic, Iron Man DVD, Twilight Lexicon hacked )

You guys, I think it has finally sunk in that tonight, at midnight, the faithful are finally going to get hold of actual copies of Breaking Dawn, and judging from the spoiler reactions I've heard, tomorrow, we will hear their lamentations throughout the land. Seriously, it feels like Christmas Eve right now. But then, I'm a terrible person, and I enjoy fandom insanity of any stripe. So here we are, the last linkspam before I get down to work:

( Twilight spam )

( Linkspam proper )