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I was going to post a book discussion but then I was tired and also sick. But it is Halloween so I will share something with you, via The Hairpin, from the scariest movie I have ever seen in the theater:

( BEFORE YOU DIE, YOU SEE )

Obviously, this is your cue to share a movie that has scared you stupid. I want experiences of real, actual, physical terror if you've got it.


NOTE: ALSO: TCM is running The Innocents later tonight; don't miss that if you found the discussion interesting.


ETA: I have been reminded of Tiny Moist Hand!

Jesus, how long have I not blogged in?

How long have I not blogged in. This is what is left of my brain, y'all. All my grammar is belong to novel.

( WE HAVE TO GO BACK, KATE )

Yesterday: A new Secret Life of Dolls. By the way, someone asked in the comments when the Cliffhanging Last Line would come to fruition. I had intended it more as Deep Foreshadowing to pay off at a much later date, but once I sat down and thought about it--it doesn't make much sense to put it off that long (in the scheme of things that only I know). So next week, as promised, we will have Shelf Justice, and then the week after that, we will find out what the last line means.

However, for the purposes of the story time frame, we are all going to have to pretend that the U.S. Postal Service has been replaced by the Pony Express, or maybe unusually large carrier pigeons. Actually, given what happened with Tonner Edward, that may not be too much of a stretch.

Meanwhile: you remember snowcoma, who adopted Edward Cat for her mom. She's in medical trouble now too. There are some really wonderful things up for auction for her as well--if you lost out on some of the foresthouseeyes lots, you might consider browsing Grace's as well. So far I'm seeing jewelry, artwork, perfume oils, fiction, scarves, Meyer lemon cuttings, and a signed copy of cupcake_goth's Gothic Charm School book. So you can get a year of postcards from The Littlest Edward (he may want to make his own stationery, I don't know) over on one community, and a year of postcards from Galadriel (filled with clues and predictions) on the other.

Also: Mark has finished Reading Harry Potter, and I have heard that he said in the comments there what his next Read would be. I won't spoil it, but it is something I had considered offering to recap if we managed to raise enough for both of Emily's surgeries. Basically, I wanted to wait and make sure we weren't going recap the same thing at the same time. So: we will see.

Meanwhile-meanwhile: Scary Deathmatch Finals over at snacky's!

Also-also: tonight, I will be celebrating Halloween dressed as a crazy doll lady writing the Secret Life installment-after-next. The hellions down the street will probably do terrible things to our tires. If I am lucky, there will be peanut butter cups. Who else has plans?

OH HOLY SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT. Today is the seventh birthday of this journal! Also that.

Internets, there are "sexy" Halloween "costumes." We need to discuss this.

I mean, yes, there are and have always been. I am not here to to discuss the sociofeminopolitical implications of "Slutoween." I am here to say, simply, unto you: WTF. ( Picspam )

ETA: I cut Sexy Optimus Prime from the first draft of this entry. Judging by the responses on Twitter, I'm wishing I'd left it in.

So today is my journal birthday (six years old!). Also: HALLOWEEN. Wish I felt more celebratory. I felt pretty horrible all week, but then I cheered myself up with a Twitter-spamming errand-shenanigans photo safari this morning (uh... sorry about that, Twitfolk). It went like so:

( You're in Honeydukes? )



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

... well, you know who they come to.

You know who they haven't come to yet? This guy (as my sister would say). We called Best Buy. The laptop was supposed to come in today (and bless those of y'all who actually remembered that it was supposed to come in today). Apparently it's on a truck somewhere (and not a UPS truck, because the Brown SWAT would sort that shit out for me with a quickness) and it won't be in until Wednesday. My mother was indignant. I was completely unsurprised. And we can't go get another one, because we've already paid for this one and our warranty/service whatever is specifically attached to the serial number hoodoo on this particular machine. I just shrugged and went on my non-computer-owning way.

I am completely over a lot of things summer, by the way. Mostly, it rained. And what did it rain? Drama. Besides, I tend to consider May in Alabama as being "summer"--it's not like I have any school to get in or out of, so it doesn't make any difference to me--so I've already had my full three months and then some. Summer is so five minutes ago. I am moving on to The Burnt Orange Season. Halloween, specifically. If stores can put up the Christmas displays at 9 pm, October 31st (and I actually witnessed this once), I can start gearing up for Halloween now. It'll help me get back into a Black Ribbon mood anyway.

(As a sidenote, I can't wait for the day that freakin' book is finally on a freakin' shelf and y'all can go, "My God, she went on about this thing on Livejournal for SIX YEARS." Actually, if I woke up and found out that elves had finished writing it for me in the night, the future publishing process would make it more like seven years. Oh, number seven, you so auspicious. And crazy.)

Just a little bit of linkspam, because I am tired and my eyelid is still jumping and it looks like it's going to be good for me to take an entire weekend off (no, the recap for last week's True Blood is still not ready):

Why was Terrence Howard booted from 'Iron Man 2'? "Hollywood insiders believe the exit stems from Terrence Howard's difficult behavior on the set of Iron Man. But those with intimate knowledge of the situation suggest a far more dramatic backstory: Howard was the first actor signed to the film and, on top of that, was the highest-paid. That's right: more than Gwyneth Paltrow. More than Jeff Bridges. More than Robert Downey Jr." I cannot even fathom that. At all.

A little Twilight--and here's why I'm addicted to Twilight (or its fandom, or the general phenomenon, or something), y'all: I was in a terrible mood last night, and then I heard that Edward will have THE SKIN OF A KILLER (NO, BELLA, DON'T TOUCH ME, I AM A MONSTER, WHY JUST LAST WEEK I BROKE EMMETT'S STEREO) and then I laughed and I felt much better. Also: leaks from the soundtrack (I wouldn't feel right just putting the whole thing up a free-for-all download, but... yeah, I do have it, thanks to everyone who offered to send it); Love, Pain and the Vampire Thing at the (unexpectedly snarky) NYT; more TOUR OF TERROR carnage: Pattinson and Hardwicke to appear at the Apple store in Soho tomorrow night. DAMN. There are actual politicians who haven't spent this much time on the road campaigning.

THE GREATEST HALLOWEEN COSTUMES EVER: Heidi Klum OMG and I don't know who this is as Rose McGowan with a gun for a leg from Planet Terror but HOLY SHIT.

I THINK IT'S TIME FOR A POLL

[Poll #1290011]

So for today's (final) journal flashback, I wanted to go back to two (very) short stories I posted last Halloween--except this time, with the audio readings I'd wanted to do then. ( Happy Halloween! )

I started writing up a list of Specific "Fifteen Minutes" Footnotes That Still Need Work (links, research, a quick polish, whatever), and the Dracula one's kind of long, the Van Helsing one's okay, the POA one is really short, and then you to get to the King Arthur list, and it says, I am not kidding,

Total mess. Seriously, you have like 6 pages of unincorporated research. Get basic intro together.
HAVE YOU DONE ANY WORK ON THIS AT ALL?
Pelagius?

And then I just said to hell with it and took the dogs for a walk.

Today's journal flashback: a handful of shorter movie bits, Wicker Park ("A movie I haven't seen in five minutes, if you will"), the cracked-out Jurassic Park 4 script (really honestly truly, not making it up), and... hey, why not a discussion of Picnic at Hanging Rock? Can't think why not.

Earlier today, because I don't want y'all to overlook it: Where my synesthetes at?

From mercat: "There are several different movements in action to try to save Pushing Daisies, so I thought I'd link you to them: Help Bees Help Daisies, Pies for Poverty, Honey for the Homeless, and a mail-in (more info)." And I'll tell you truthfully, now is the time to act. You know, not several months later like the Moonlight fandom, bless them.

And from entropy_and_me: ( Doctor Who spoiler ) I'll just be in my scream-proof anti-fangirl bunker now if you need me.

More linkspam, now that I have crushed half my readership's souls: ( Han Solo Ain't Never Had No Sex With Princess Leia in a Star War! )

So. Mostly productive today; posted True Blood recap #7 late this afternoon--I still have last night's episode to recap as well. (While we're here: An interview with Sam "Werecollie" Trammell [no spoilers as far as I can tell].)

Today's journal flashback: my dentist, Dr. Jones (no relation), likes to sing along with disco songs.

Oh, and something I think I'm going to start using Twitter for--you know those ALERT ALERT ALERT posts I do sometimes? I'm still going to do those for OH MY GOD GO HERE NOW things, but if I see something really awesome (litmus test: do I start shrieking and clapping like a fool?) that isn't quite that urgent, I will probably post the link on Twitter first (example) and then have it in the normal linkspam later in the day. So, you know, if you're into Twitter, something to keep in mind. And even if you're not, you can still check my page on your usual website rounds.

On to the linkspam: ( Alice in Wonderland news! )