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So I had a really bad weekend. I couldn't get to the (shared, family) computer either day, it rained the entire time, I spent most of it curled up under the covers moping, so on and so forth. I don't know if it was some kind of hormonal dip or that whole solar-powered thing I have going or what. (I notice that the weekends have been particularly tough lately. I think it's because that's when everyone's home and it's no one person--there's just more people around than there used to be, and on the weekends they're all here. We're all competing for the same physical space and the same resources and I'm so stressed out from the final e-book details dragging on and onnnn--last weekend I was in that foul head-punching mood the whole time, remember? So that may be it.) I ended up pulling out Fraser's Marie Antoinette and using my full-spectrum light as a reading lamp for about half an hour, and then I sat under it again this morning while I checked my email on the iThing and maybe that'll help. Also: cinnamon toast.

And then, a few minutes ago, I received the most delightful flame in the history of Flames I Have Received. Oh my God, it is a thing of beauty and joy and magnificent irony. I'm not even saying this in a LET ME TELL YOU, INTERNETS, HOW VERY MUCH I DO NOT CARE way. I am serious, I actually laughed out loud and clapped. Also, it has been pointed out to me that you must look at the interests (expand the "Connect" section), which are particularly hilarious given the stories I tend to tell. I just--seriously. Beauty and delight.

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 )

"HEY..."

"Yeah?"

"I KNOW IT'S LOUD IN HERE [at ComicCon], SORRY... I CAN'T GET IN TO SEE NEIL GAIMAN, SO..."

"Oh, I didn't think you'd be able to, you've got to pay like $500 just to get near him..."

"YEAH... SO... THERE'S A MARIE ANTOINETTE FIGURE, IT'S GOT, LIKE, AN EJECTOR HEAD, WOULD YOU WANT THAT? THERE'S A DA VINCI, AND A..."

"Oh, yeah, those. There's like a Jane Austen and a Jesus, isn't there?"

"YEAH, BUT... THERE'S A MARIE ANTOINETTE. DO YOU WANT THAT?"

"Sure."

"OH, AND I MET SETH GREEN. AND IT WAS AWESOME."

"Heh."

"YEAH, APPARENTLY HE'S HERE BECAUSE HE WROTE A GRAPHIC NOVEL, AND THEY WERE LIKE, STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND COME HERE, THIS IS A BUYER AND THIS IS THE BUYER'S GIRLFRIEND, AND HE WAS LIKE, 'HEY....' AND IT WAS AWESOME."

(laughter)

What with this being my third entry of the day, and all.

Maggie has all 65 Marie Antoinette dress pages up! And we're still looking for that pink dress with the bow at the bottom of the page--we haven't seen it anywhere in the movie. Meanwhile, I went through some Eragon DVD caps last night (wait a minute... that isn't out on DVD yet, is it? And yet somehow, there were 7700 caps), and I may actually do a costume feature here like the one I did for MA, except the focus of this one would be how the elf chick's costumes make no sense. You know how Lovecraft writes about how mortals get a glimpse into the Elder Gods' realm and go mad from all the non-Euclidean geometry? The Elder Gods are wearing Elf Chick's costumes, is all I'm saying. You'll see what I mean, if/when I put pictures up.

Tonight: the sorting of Prestige caps, because

oh_cap is awesome. (DVD release tomorrow, whee!) Also, I'm thinking of making actual Heroine Addict icons for movies that have come out... well, since V for Vendetta, which I think was when I did the last batch.

( Linkspam )

So I loved Marie Antoinette. ( Because God knows that's what I was there for )

( Linkspam: Viva la revolución! )

Eerie Horoscope of Doom:

Quickie: You are in one of the biggest transitional periods of your life -- let it unfold.

Overview: A winning attitude can go a long way toward ensuring a degree of success, especially when it comes to new ventures. Think pink, be positive, strike up the band -- whatever you do, keep your mental state high.

Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
Not all of the important changes in your life need to be dramatic, Hollywood-like moments of revelation. Having a major turning point or epiphany is nice, but it can be overrated. You don't need to make a splash to make a change. True growth happens slowly ... so slowly that sometimes (like now) you might not even be aware of it. Look around today -- did you realize that right now, you're in one of the biggest transitional periods of your life? Let it unfold -- enjoy it.

Just so you know, I'm going to be putting emotional parts of entries behind lj-cuts, because I know it can be triggering, as they say, for a lot of people, no matter who you might be grieving at the moment. And thank you again, for all the kind words. I'm afraid to try to respond for fear of bursting into tears, but I read everything as it hits my email, and I appreciate everything. (If you've just walked in and have no idea what I'm talking about, read the previous two entries.)

( God is watching out for us, my mother declares )

So I am here, even though I said I wouldn't be. I may put off the linkspam a bit longer. But she's right, you know, about God watching over us--well, let me rephrase that. Even if you don't believe in God, you have to admit that a terrible thing happened in the best possible way, rendering it "really sad" rather than "fucking traumatic." I can't imagine what state I'd be in right now if I weren't on Lamictal (day 20). Far from medicating me out of creativity, I've actually been more productive since I went on it. I think I'm in the middle of a hypomanic period at the moment, as I've been working on Black Ribbon all week so far, but it's taken the edge off, the "manic" out of "hypomanic"--I don't feel chained to the desk until I've gotten everything out. I can get up and get some tea and not be afraid all the ideas will be gone when I come back. I've got a horrible head cold and yet I've been spending most of the day out of bed working. And the best part (she said wryly) is, I've been running a low fever, on and off, for three days now.

In the meanwhile, here's the partial entry I had in Semagic to post yesterday: ( I'm cutting this just because it's rambly and writery )

Lamictal, day 14: Which means that tomorrow is day 15, also known as the Big Jump to 50 Milligrams. And, very likely, a return to being unable to read.

God, the weather is beautiful today--a breezy, gorgeous sixty-six degrees. This is pretty much the warmest I like things to get, so now you know why I like fall and spring so much.

(Okay, the smoke alarm just went off because my sister turned the fireplace on. It's sixty-six degrees. IT'S NOT FIRE TIME YET.

I foresee particularly bitter battles in the Thermostat War this year.)

Remember the Paris in Wonderland story I mentioned a couple of days ago? I told it to Sister Girl over dinner tonight, and she just stared at me for, in all seriousness, about five seconds. I honestly could not figure out what her reaction was. Finally, she said, "I... I don't think I've ever felt this way before."

"What is it--like what?"

"It's like.." Long pause. "Sunshine. And... rainbows. I think... I think I have invented a new feeling."

"Nahhhh, it's called schadenfreude. You just never knew what it was called before."

Astronomers find distant, fluffy planet.

[Bad username or site: lyrical nights @ livejournal.com]: "Dog the Bounty Hunter has been arrested for capturing Andrew Luster (rapist Max Factor heir) in Mexico andbringing him back to the US in 2003. That's some kind of bitter irony right there." More:

TV reality star Duane "Dog" Chapman and two co-stars on his show were arrested Thursday in Hawaii on charges of illegal detention and conspiracy in the bounty hunters' capture three years ago of a cosmetics company heir.

The charges stem from Chapman's capture of Max Factor heir Andrew Luster on June 18, 2003, in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, said Marshals spokeswoman Nikki Credic in Washington.

Chapman's capture of Luster, who had fled the country while on trial on charges he raped three women, catapulted the 53-year-old bounty hunter to fame and led to the reality series on A&E.

Two possible explanations for this story: 1) This woman may have had something to do with the disappearance of her son, or 2) Nancy Grace drove a woman to suicide.

"Survivor" maven's big racial experiment a bust. "At the outset, most players made feeble comments about the ethnic divisions. Some registered pride; others didn't care. Not that any of this is truly indicative of how they felt. The show always has been so slickly produced and edited that, in the end, what comes out of the players' mouths is mostly what the producers want viewers to hear. If you think, for even a nanosecond, that someone might say, 'We're going to show those (insert your favorite racial epithet)!' and it would get on the air, I've got some fabulous UPN stock to offer you."

New Casino Royale poster.

You, too, can live in the Shire. But if there aren't any round doors, you guys are just half-assing it.

Costumer's Guide: Tons new Marie Antoinette prettiness, and some excellent hi-hi-res shots of the Pirates 2 wedding dress, where you can see

tecno_fairy's handiwork.

Current Music: David Bowie, "Golden Years"

Talking about sleeping and/or dreaming through math made me think of the one math class I took in college, which was the lowest-level math I could get myself into short of telling my advisor, "Look, I'm an idiot." I think it was some kind of pre-cal. Maybe even pre-trig. I think I may have taken a level I had already taken in high school, and still struggled with it a bit. That's all fine and dandy. What I really wanted to tell you about, for no good reason, was the single memory I have of that entire class. Let's call this guy "Ted." Ted was kind of disgusting. He didn't mean to be, but he really should have seen a doctor about all that mucus. I mean, a whole semester of it? I'm just saying. So one day, we're having whatever lecture on whatever mathy thing that I retained for approximately two days afterwards, and Ted reaches down into the front pocket of his grubby bookbag and pulls out a snack: a box of Chick-fil-A nuggets. Here's the thing: We did have a Chick-fil-A window on campus in the old caf (actually the little caf off the big caf) my freshman year before an entirely new student center was built. We did have one. And it opened at ten o'clock in the morning. But our class was at nine am.

I leave you to your own horrifying conclusions.

From theferrett: The Schrödinger's Cat Toy collectible.

I love that there is actually a Circus Skills category on Wikipedia.

Fraser On Board Third Mummy. I have a bad feeling about this.

The new website for Marie Antoinette is up. I'm rereading the Fraser (no, Antonia. Yes, I know that turned out kind of weird there) bio (the one the movie was based upon--Fraser apparently thought the movie turned out wonderfully, according to a commenter whose post I will totally dig up who saw her at a book signing), and I notice that a lot of the in-depth info about the "characters," as it were, is paraphrased from her book. (The little section about pets at Versailles, for example.) I'm assuming they have her permission, so I'm viewing this as a good thing, since I love that book. Thus concludes your daily requirement of parentheses.

Lost season three poster. Whee, Desmond!

New Casino Royale trailer. I haven't downloaded it yet, but I'm hearing that it's awesome.

Sephora readers' top makeup choices, or Makeup I Can't Afford to Buy.

As we previously suspected the last time I mentioned Four Square Racial War Survivor, host Jeff Probst is a genuine idiot. "Until Survivor host Jeff Probst sat in on casting sessions for the CBS reality series's new edition, in which competitors were picked and put into 'tribes' based on their ethnic background, he had not realized that 'Asian' includes Japanese, Koreans and Chinese and that they do not necessarily like each other as a matter of ethnic solidarity. 'When you start talking to a person from Asia, you realize -- Wow! They have all different backgrounds!' [...] 'And I found myself saying to the Asian doctor, "Where in Asia is your family from?"' The dentist said he was Korean. 'The only reason I had the courage to even ask that question or the knowledge to ask that question was I'd just spent 39 days with people from Korea,' Probst said." Yes, as far as I can tell, he's being perfectly serious. No, I don't know how he manages to walk upright either.

Current Mood: mmmpizza
Current Music: Tori Amos, "Spark"

Clarification about (and apology for!) the Harlan Ellison thing. Let me repeat that: Ellison apologized! I should issue a clarification of my own--I had heard the "little fuck" story, but the context I heard it in was that it had been attributed to Ellison (specifically, in an elevator) as well as a few other people, much the way Marie Antoinette wasn't even the first person to get stuck with "Let them eat cake." In fact, I honestly don't think the "little fuck" thing happened to anyone, as it's a little too pat and perfect--it sounds like a really good punchline that someone came up with and tried to create an anecdote around. (Read that Snopes link, though, for a similar joke about Michael Dunn and Sophia Loren. There be lolz in them thar hills.)

More prettiness at The Costumer's Guide--better Marie Antoinette Vogue scans, some Pirates 3 pics (okay, I think that really is Keira's stunt double), and the revelation that "Eragon is exactly like Episode IV with dragons." Well, that bodes well.

More stills from Little Miss Sunshine. And ( slight spoilers )

Christ on a cracker.

outinthestorm initially told me she'd heard this on the radio, and I actually asked her to go back and make sure it wasn't a joke. It sounded too outrageous not to be, you know? I figured I'd learned my lesson with passing joke-gossip like the "little fuck" story (see above) off as fact (whether I actually intended to or not). Well, she comes back with quotes and a link. In case you're scanning the article wondering what the hell I'm talking about, here it is: "Karr had made graphic claims in a series of emails about JonBenet's killing, describing sexual acts with her, her death and writing at one point that he envisioned Johnny Depp playing him in a movie about how he killed JonBenet." Two thoughts:

1. It ain't "I shot the president for love of Jodie Foster," but it's filed in the nonviolent category right behind it.

2. Oh, AS IF, Loserville McCreepysweat. That, and quite frankly, the last half hour of Little Miss Sunshine is the closest I ever want to get to seeing JonBenet portrayed on screen, and that was heeb-inducing enough.

Smashup 2006 Update: Sister Girl, while sore and headachy, seems to be fine. We did hear from Sgt. Campus Guy, however, that they put Mr. Magoo's [real] name into the system to look for his expired license, and he wasn't even in there. They're now not even sure he ever had a license. The car can't be fixed until Wendy the Insurance Investigator gets over to the lot tomorrow to look at it, but she's going tomorrow, I think. I'm not entirely sure how they're going to fix it, but I'm assuming it's going to involve a door transplant, a hood graft and maybe an oil transfusion. Maybe they can get Rocky in there to assist.

Paramount ditches Tom Cruise. My favorite part about this story is that they don't even try to make up some "creative differences" excuse or let him say that he's leaving amicably or whatever. No, they bust right out with "His recent conduct has not been acceptable."

And then they go sign a deal with the South Park boys.

Clive Owen and his Raleigh beard on the cover of GQ. Plus, more pics from The Golden Age. Also, I went to the main page for the movie on that site, and the dated news entries seem to indicate... well, she ain't no Virgin Queen, is all I'm saying. But then, I guess we knew that from the first installment.

New pics from Marie Antoinette. The Vogue scans: so pretty. In fact, I'm gonna lay my bets down now: Marie Antoinette for Best Costumes 2007. Hell, it would win Most Costumes hands down.

(I want to live in a world where I can wear this dress so bad.)

Better pictures of the first six Lost action figures.

Live rattlesnakes released during SOAP showing. I'm hearing, however, that it was really more like one snake, and it was Arizona, so it was more like our friend the chipmunk just wanting to get out of the heat and catch a species-appropriate movie.

Speaking of which, Snakes on a Plane may not be a nature documentary. "Some of the animation was quite impressive, but their actual behaviour - leaping at people's faces and hanging on - was totally wrong. The posturing was a bit silly, too. Snakes very rarely hiss with their mouths open unless they are threatened. The highlight was seeing a giant Burmese python bare its teeth and growl like a rottweiler. They haven't got any muscles in their lips! They couldn't bare their teeth if they tried."

Survivor to divide teams by race; nation shocked that show is apparently still on air. Whee! It's the Happy Fun Segregation Hour!

To freshmen, Google was always a verb. Or, How to Feel Old in 475 Words.

Brendan Fraser to star in Inkheart. I haven't read these books, but I hear they're good...?

"Harry Potter V: K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Yeah, this one's a little gross. I really don't need a press release about how Loving and Tender Harry's first kiss is. I'll take it on faith, thanks.

Trailer for Little Children, with Kate Winslet, Jennifer Connelly, and Patrick Wilson; brought to you by Todd Field, screenwriter/director of In the Bedroom, "That Guy Who Played the Piano in Eyes Wide Shut," and voice of Ol' Drippy on Aqua Teen Hunger Force. (Yes, I am available to write trailer scripts, thanks for asking.)

(What, you think "IN A WOOOORLD" writes itself?)

Have y'all been following the saga of Aldo Kelrast over on Mary Worth and/or the Comics Curmudgeon? Because it's like some unholy combination of The Gift of Fear and The Golden Girls or something. Unholy and awesome.

Hey! I didn't know they had a Weird US TV show! Hey! It comes on tomorrow morning, too!

Okay, this one's a little complicated, so put your reading glasses on. Forbes posted an article (which, as I understand it, is no longer there) about how men shouldn't marry career women. (Gawker's take: "Shocker: Forbes Recommends Trophy Wives.") Someone on JournalFen grabbed the text before it went down, but the short version is, career women make bad wives because they're too busy to wipe your ass on a daily basis and also, their actually leaving the house makes it more likely that they'll find someone who is not, in fact, a total dicksmack. I wish I was kidding, but I'm kind of not. The Forbes forums go up in flames. Forbes takes the article down (HA ha!), but the board posts remain. Best response, female (long format): Pwnt in nine easy steps. Best response, male (short format): "I like it when guys like you say things like this in public. It makes it easier for guys like me to get laid. Thanks, man, for taking one for the team." For the win!

ETA:

wakuchan says it's been reposted--this time with a rebuttal.

So. I was reading Marie Antoinette this morning, logy on cold medicine, and fell asleep. For reasons I do not quite yet understand, I had a dream about Brad Pitt. And it was the most awesome dream EVER. And I'm not even all that huge a fan or anything. Yeah, nice guy, interesting roles, the "Watch Brad's legs in Troy!" promo is on my Windows Media Player 24/7 these days, sure, fine, whatever. Now, ten years ago when the Other Emily (Not the Lovely Emily) and I were agog over the one-two punch of Interview with a Vampire and Legends of the Fall and every heterosexual girl and several closeted boys were poring over the People's Sexiest Man Alive cover that autumn every spare moment between classes... all right, that would have made sense. In fact, I tend not to dream about things or people I think about a lot, for the simple reason that... I already think about them a lot. I tend to dream about the things that are simmering below the surface, that aren't being addressed or want to get out. I dunno. Maybe my brain was tired of that Windows Media Player ad and wanted to sweep it out of the corner once and for all. All I know is, Brad is a very good kisser and I hate my mother because she called me on the phone right as the dream was getting good--or rather, the dream had been good, except for the fact that we were sitting on the couch in the den with my PARENTS in the room, for chrissakes, so we were going to go downstairs but then Sister Girl was unexpectedly down there, and we were like, Uh, hi, and I was all like, You wanna get something to drink?, and giving Sister Girl the GET OUT OF HERE stinkeye, and she just thought it was hilarious, and for some reason there was, like, a grocery store in my basement rec room. I don't know. Just aisles and aisles of soda. Not even cola--just citrus soda, Sprite and Sunkist and Mountain Dew. Don't ask me. So I'm sort of biding my time and hissing at my sister and we're looking at soda and the phone rings and I hate hate HATE my mother, because I think by that time I was trying to actively steer the dream back into more productive avenues. And you know? You totally can't try to go back to sleep after that and pick up where you left off. It just doesn't work. I don't know why--I guess because you're operating on earthbound waking logic, and not the loopy dream logic that allows anything and everything to happen. I am always shortchanged in the dream department, dammit. Something must be done about this.

Off to class, and our last day discussing The Quaker City. It has given me some interesting ideas for Black Ribbon... did I mention before?

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The morning after
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Completely random thoughts on a Friday night
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Classy dame, sparkle consultant, gothic enthusiast, sporadic recapper.

Entries tagged with marie antoinette

In which a bad weekend is bettered

Even loopier today!

Sister Girl's Life Is Better Than Mine, Day Three

C-H-A to the T-T-Y today

Let them wear Converse

The morning after

Through the looking glass

Completely random thoughts on a Friday night

This just in

In no particular order...

Grrrrr