Like this

Jun. 9th, 2011 08:14 pm
cleolinda: (Default)
@cleolinda: Yes. RT @SmartBitches: Why did watch parts become the defacto shortcut signal to denote steampunk? Can I glue watch parts to, like, my cat and make him steampunk?

@fullofstars: But you have to give him a fancy name. Like Commodore Wiskerbritches of the Honorable SS Biteybits of Litterboxia.

@curryalley: That's silly. Everyone knows steampunk cats wear top hats and monocles.








@cleolinda: What does it say about me that I was like, ah, yes, steampunk cat, I have a picture of that. Would you like it in Pallas?


This was pretty much the most interesting part of my day. Although I would be interested in hearing if anyone's had any experience with an atypical antipsychotic (some of which are also used for depression and bipolar disorder, which is how it came up) like Abilify, Zyprexa, Seroquel, that kind of thing. I'm wary of the blood sugar/metabolic issues (and changes in my medication in general), but it's a possibility.




Site Meter
cleolinda: (yahoo christmas)
omg so tired. Everyone's gone now, though, so I can have a timeout or a nap or something. My meds getting screwed up has made me slightly hysterical--well, let me rewind that. The night I mentioned the medication problems, I managed to get my doctor on the phone, and while she never addressed why she refused authorization, she sounded like nothing was behind that and she was eager to get things straightened out for me and cognizant of me not having any Lamictal being a Bad Scene. So... I don't know what kind of misunderstanding happened, and I kind of don't care. But a couple of days' disruption has thrown me off enough that I've felt like crying all day, not even for any reason. Like, intellectually, I feel fine, but I have this physical sensation of distress. It's weird. I'm just saying, I'm glad to have some alone time now.

(By the way, I ended up posting the Secret Life of Dolls entry last night.)

MORE IMPORTANTLY. I've got about as many character doubles as I could ever possibly handle, and I love my little Toy Biz Galadriel, so this is strictly off-story, but... IT'S... BEAUTIFUL )


Also: SNOW. Read more... )

If we've had a white Christmas before, I don't remember when it was. Five or six hours of it now, falling pretty thick and fast... and only just now starting to stick.

So, if applicable: what was your favorite Christmas present?




Site Meter

Let's chat

Jul. 16th, 2010 04:25 pm
cleolinda: (wtf)
Okay, we have a lot to talk about. First of all, I have a question, since I do talk about mental health and the treatment thereof pretty openly: have any of y'all had any problems with Zoloft withdrawal? I'm moving from a fairly low dose to an even lower one, and I'll probably stop taking it entirely after my next med check. (This is my doctor's idea, and I am on board with it; I am very vocal when something does not work for me, so it's a whole process, and it's professionally guided.) I just want to know if there's something I should look out for. Because we tried to increase it a couple of years ago, before eventually moving to Lamictal (which, after a bumpy adjustment period, has worked out really well), the Zoloft increase was... bad. It was bad. So I want to know what to look out for, so I can recognize it and go back and say "This isn't working" if I have to. (ETA: It may affect your answer to know that I'm going to try to taper entirely off Zoloft after twelve years of being on it.)

Second: I have been sick the last two or three days. Not too badly, but a low fever, some sinus drainage, a sore throat, and I've had a cough for a while. So I've been dozing on the couch a lot. I would hate to think that I am such a ~delicate blossom~ that the anxiety of posting a new Fifteen Minutes--let's face it, I only do this 2-3 times a year, so there's kind of a psychological build-up to it--did me in, or smacked my immune system upside the head, or what. But it's possible. I'm usually a bit done in for a day or two after these things, after all. Because I am, apparently, a fragile little e-flower. Who knows.

Third: Let's have some linkspam. Read more... )


Meanwhile--bear with me, I'm going somewhere with this--this is my new favorite thing. Yes, it's actually a "mystical eye" design.

And there is a reason I am showing you this, because: Read more... )


Meanwhile-meanwhile, YA Highway has linked to me a couple of times this month---first to the "Twilight and the female gaze" entry, now to Eclipse in Fifteen Minutes--which is nice.

What I saw while I was over there was... not so nice. YOU GAVE YOUR BABY A PUNNY TWILIGHT TRAMP STAMP? )

I'm going to go lie down again.



Site Meter
cleolinda: (wtf)
Peoples of the Internet, I am an idiot. Let me tell you why:

Read more... )

Today on Tumblr: Some really interesting stuff. I really liked the lovers' portrait brooches and My Cat's Locket.

Robert Culp, star of ‘I Spy,’ dead at 79.

'Iron Man 2' Poster, Starring These People -- AND AN EXPLOSION; About That Time Iron Man 2 Reshot All of Olivia Munn's Footage.

EXCLUSIVE: Liam Neeson Cast As LBJ In 'Selma,' Cedric The Entertainer To Play Ralph Abernathy.

Clint Eastwood Confirms to Movieline: Next Project is Dustin Lance Black-Penned J. Edgar Hoover Biopic.

Disney's 'Maleficent' Gets a Writer, Tim Burton Still Interested.

'The Lone Ranger' To Be An Origin Story, Jerry Bruckheimer Says. 

Paul W.S. Anderson to Direct 3D Buck Rogers.

Knightley in 'Emperor's Children,' 'True Grit' Moves to Texas and Foxx Pens 'Laverne & Shirley.'

Meet Michel Gondry's Family: 'Thorn in the Heart' Trailer.

[livejournal.com profile] trailer_spot: Adèle Blanc-Sec, Secret in Their Eyes, Good Bad Weird, Get Him to Greek, Harry Brown, White Stripes.

Famous Movie Quotes in Chart Form. 

Avatar Release Launches Initiative to Plant 1 Million Trees.

Twilight: New Moon Sells 4 Million DVDs First Weekend. Meanwhile, as previously noted, I have a mild fear of wax museums. This is not helping. (ETA: AND SO IT BEGINS.)

Hey! Hey! You know what I'm even more afraid of?

[livejournal.com profile] eruvadhril: "Cleo. Cleo. Cleo. Sparklepires exist AND THEY ARE A SQUID. The name of the squid is actually 'The Vampire Squid from Hell,' and its defense mechanism is not ink, but bioluminescent fluid with which it DAZZLES its attackers. One of the guys at that link actually says 'Their defense is to dazzle.'"

That. I'm more afraid of THAT. Put some elbows on it and I'll never sleep again.


Site Meter
cleolinda: (Default)
So yesterday I got absolutely zero work done because my dogs spent all morning barking hysterically at stove repair people. The two guys themselves were nice; they've been out to our house a total of three times to install a new range for us (and I'll have to take a picture of it; it's totally space-age awesome and... a bit difficult to cook on, but we're learning). And then, right as they were finishing up, the lead guy tells me (sounding very apologetic and embarrassed, by the way) that... they need to charge us an extra $85 just for coming out there. Which he doesn't think is fair (particularly since no one told us this ahead of time), but his boss is kind of riding him to collect it.

Dear Reader, I just started laughing at them. I mean honestly just laughing in their faces. And then I dialed a number on my cell and said (and I quote), "Here's the phone, talk to my mother. And GOOD LUCK."

By the time she was done calling around, she'd discovered from the Sears rep that there is no such thing as a "trip charge," and that the stove guys' boss (head of the installation company/department) must be scamming customers as a way of skimming off the top. SHENANIGANS!

Meanwhile, my meds--and I'll go into this for future reference for anyone who might be trying Lamictal: My God almighty, let me never experience that again )


Site Meter
cleolinda: (twilight)
Okay, so: the mania was getting so unpleasant (and let me repeat, it was a physical sense of being overcaffeinated; I was otherwise completely calm and non-crazy) that I broke down and started my new, slightly higher dose of Lamictal. Things seem to be gradually calming down. Of course, side effects include back pain and stomach upset (both of which have already set in), so that's fantastic.

Also, I got three packages in the mail today and I have no idea who they're from, and thus no way to contact anyone, thank them (thank you!) and let them know that things arrived. So: 1) witch hazel/rose toner, received; 2) Neutrogena conditioner, received; 3) soap and conditioner mask from Lush, received. (Again, thank you!)

Still truckin' in the Comedy Mines. Might be done with things this weekend, I don't know.

Meanwhile: two-part video of the New Moon panel; the best, snarkiest writeup I've seen ("I can’t wait to take part in the Caesarian"); leaked clips, get 'em while they're hot. (Summit's taking them down as they find them, so I won't be able to repost them if they go down. Short version: Ghostly Edward appears, Bella wipes out on a bike, BLATANT JACOB FAN SERVICE; yellow Porsche, Bella runs, 6000 women scream at Shirtless Edward. As McRachel and I were discussing, it's like porno for pre-teens.) (Also, God bless Chris Weitz, I am totally in platonic unscary movie-fan love with him.)

Also-also: Tonner Edward's "Hungry" double (via [livejournal.com profile] annlarimer); The Sparkenpire in the wild. Maybe I'll get one as a chew toy for the Ellowynes for Christmas.


Site Meter
cleolinda: (Default)
Re: The weirdly defiant POTO/15M theft: the full text of the You Accusatory Squirrel-Like Person rant got posted (well, it was always public), but now there's a very teal apology up. Bizarre.

(If the girl's reading this--look, it's not that a big deal. You thought it was written by someone else and you thought you had their permission. That wasn't correct; now you know, you took it down, and you apologized. Apology accepted. It's not a "heinous crime"; it's just something that needs to be taken down. Really, it's not the end of the world, and you don't have to take your toys and go home; it's only going to be as big a deal as you make it.)

(Or maybe this is what's going on. I don't know.)

(Wait, she paid someone else $47 for the "rights" to something I wrote? What?)

Meanwhile: Less jittery today, although I do feel very awake.

Something that occurred me while I was answering comments* on the previous entry--Read more... )

Meanwhile, [livejournal.com profile] padawansguide came through for us with some new, even better Alice in Wonderland pics. We don't think it's literally Violet Baudelaire's coat, but it's clearly a design that Atwood is reusing. Which is cool, because I love that coat.

(Here's more, assuming they stay up/unlocked. Maybe long enough for you to see Baby Bonham-Carter-Burton's rockin' red velvet cape this time.)

And if I didn't know better, I'd swear I went to college with the girl playing Alice. (S'up, Beth! "Rita Dove! I love her!")

More linkspam! And early, so I can get back to work! Apocalyptic polar bears, Milanese shenanigans, Immortal McHorror )


Site Meter
cleolinda: (Default)
So I punked out on the linkspam last night because I've felt like hell all week, and last night it culminated in a screaming migraine. Trust me, I wish I'd been in spamming condition.

(I saw my doctor for a med check today, by the way. We're thinking that my current round of headaches are stress-related rather than antidepressant-related, since they're almost always accompanied by tension in my jaw... which I clench unconsciously when I work at the computer. You know, when I get into the zone. So I'm trying to consciously relax my jaw and get up more frequently--walk around the house, get a glass of water, check on the dogs, whatever.)

(I have some more therapeutic meeblings about irrational guilt and getting over it, but I think I'll inflict those on y'all at a later date.)

Linkspam! So much linkspam omg )


Site Meter

Whee!

Jul. 15th, 2008 05:32 pm
cleolinda: (twilight)
I HAVE A GOLDEN BATMAN TICKET, YAY! We're driving out to Trussville for a 9:30 am showing on Saturday, so it will be an adventure. An adventure with a lot of caffeine.

However, I was dying of a horrendous headache most of the afternoon. Drugs! )

Linkspam )


Site Meter
cleolinda: (Default)
So. Both Sam (the pomeranian) and Sister Girl are sick. Sam has a hacking cough (we thought at first he'd chewed up something and caught it in his throat, but no, the vet says he has actual sinus drainage. Which reminds me, did I ever tell you the story about barf barf sob barf )

Meanwhile, it was Valkyrie's birthday earlier this week (she was my first roommate in college; here's the e-card I sent her), so we all met up at New York Pizza today for lunch in her honor. OMG WHY ARE YOU EMBARRASSING MEEEEE? )

So, pizza: four of us ended up splitting a Fire Island Fajita pizza (with bowl of salsa on the side) that was v. v. good, and then the more intrepid among us started trying to figure out how we were going to see The Dark Knight. With shows potentially selling out like crazy and roughly five dozen of us all trying to go together, this may be difficult; an expedition to Trussville on Saturday morning has been mooted. I'm just glad people even want to give opening weekend a shot, quite honestly, because my feeling is that it's going to be insane. People laugh at me when I get overcautious about these things, but I figure, either I'm right and we'll all be glad I saw it coming, or I'm wrong, we've lost nothing, and in a weird superstitious way I feel like my worrying actually warded the dreaded outcome off. Rigging it so you win either way is a good way to go through life, I guess.

So, meanwhile: I'm feeling a little too good about myself right now, so let's sidetrack into a grim revelation I had the other morning. I can't believe I'm sharing a dream this crazy )

Okay, I am trying to figure out how to segue into this next part without some cheesy transition the whole back story on the Zoloft that I was going to tell you about the other day )


Site Meter
cleolinda: (key to the kingdom)
I'm curious--I'll get to what set off this train of thought later, but I know a number of people have talked about how they don't or didn't like Zoloft. For those of you who took it for a while and then went through the process of getting off it, what was that like? I'm thinking about transitioning off it entirely, and I'm curious about what kind of side effects that might involve. (Again, there's more to this that I'll get into later.)


Site Meter
cleolinda: (Default)
I found an old post-it note on my floor this morning. I have no idea where it came from, and I'm not sure I've ever seen it before. There was only one word on it, in my own handwriting, and that word was... weavers.

Oh, and remember the Anne Taintor Calendar of Destiny? June's wedding-themed text turned out to be weirdly appropriate, because--I can't go into details because they're not really my details to share, but all kinds of divorce and engagement and relationship things happened to my real-world friends and family. So this month's text is, "The excitement never ends." I am terrified, y'all. It's like that Irish curse--"May your life be interesting."

Meanwhile, the medication adjustment (less Zoloft, more Lamictal, same Wellbutrin) is actually going okay. Interestingly enough, my first two days on the new mix have also been my first two days in a week or two without any headaches at all, and I feel a lot more cheerful. At the same time, I'm also really sleepy and snacky. So it's kind of weird. And possibly unrelated anyway.

Linkspam )


Site Meter
cleolinda: (ink)
So I had my quarterly medcheck today, and my doctor sat there listening to me with an unusually perturbed look on her face, and by the end of the hour, we were discussing changing my medication levels. Um. So. That's going to be interesting. Y'all longtimers may remember when we adjusted my medication something like two years ago, and if you skip this entirely, I will not blame you )

So... I'm telling you now, I guess, that this may end up being a... difficult? delicate? sketchy?... time for me, these next few months. I'm generally pretty good at pulling myself together for an audience--family, friends, social gatherings, y'all--so you may not notice much. And like I said a long, long time ago, I'm not the kind of blogger who's going to put you through the awkward experience of watching someone beg for validation in real time if I have a really bad day (zomg you guys I am totes going to kill myself if you don't tell me how wonderful I am!!1!). And you know, this medication adjustment may end up being fabulous and this entry much ado about nothing, I don't know. I just spent so much time writing about it in 2006, and people with similar problems seemed to find sharing helpful, that I'm going to be doing it again. Always behind easily skippable LJ-cuts, of course.

That said... uh, I kind of have a headache. So... who knows, if I can't sleep tonight I might do the linkspam. Otherwise, it'll have to wait for tomorrow. I am going to see Wanted (I honestly can't say whether or not I'll do a 15M. I have seriously given up trying to plan these things; they just happen) tomorrow night, so that'll be good for getting out of the house. Tonight I'm reading The Great Gatsby, because somehow we never had to read that in high school, and I just found out that it's Sister Girl's favorite book. Seriously, she's my sister and I didn't even know she'd ever read that, much less that it was her favorite (I found this out during an anguished phone call in which she ennumerated the differences between the Fitzgerald short story "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and the movie trailer FRAME BY FRAME), so... I'm making up for lost time. Which is probably for the best, as I'm far more likely to enjoy reading it on my own. I'm right up to the part where Jordan Baker tells Nick what the deal with Gatsby is, so I'm going to curl up and finish that now, I guess.


Site Meter
cleolinda: (susan)
You know, I've figured out something kind of funny about hypomania. To catch you up, particularly since the Twilight entries have brought in a lot of new people--psychiatric diagnoses are never really set in stone; a doctor might come up with something that sounds more accurate years into your treatment. I have cyclical, chemical depression; it's gotten bad at times, but it's really pretty mild compared to what a lot of people have to live through. I'm on mild doses of antidepressants--which I tend to talk about pretty openly, number one, because I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of, and number two, because I think it helps other people to go, "Oh, okay, someone else is going through the same thing, and here's what her symptoms and reactions were like." Read more... )

Just a teensy bit of linkspam )


Site Meter
cleolinda: (Default)
Finished! Eight hundred and eighty-eight pages of Ray Bradbury, and I'm finished. And there's a ton of stories they didn't even include. Amazing. No idea what I'll read next, though. Possibly the nonfiction one about William James investigating Spiritualism.

Oh, and something I should have mentioned about "The Universe" show with the "dumb" astronomers: I was writing pretty flippantly about people who are way smarter than I can ever expect to be. I was in a mischievous mood, what can I say--and I don't get those moods a lot. My impression of the astronomers was colored, however, by the fact that one of them even said at one point that he was "embarrassed" that the scientific community had believed something or other (I can't recall what) back in the fairly-recent day. Did anyone see this? Can you remember what he was talking about?

Meanwhile, I've been feeling really good the last couple of days, and I think it's because I'm back on my medication. When I was down with the norovirus, I didn't take my antidepressants for about five days--first, because I couldn't keep them down, and second, because taking them on an empty stomach is a bad idea, or at least it always has been for me. I'd wanted to stop taking them early in the afternoon and move them to mid-morning, so this gave me an opportunity to retrain myself. I'm sure there were side effects (usually I get lightheaded and a feverish feeling), but I was so miserable with the flu that I clearly didn't notice them at all, so in a way, it was ideal. So I've been feeling pretty good now that I'm back on them.

"The road network [in Cleoville] has suffered several damages after riots last night." Uh. Riots?

Quick linkspam )


Site Meter
cleolinda: (Default)

I'm not sure what day we're on, Lamictal-wise, but I thought we'd stabilized the dosage after that last fiasco with the 100 mg level, but... no. Maybe it's that the dust has settled and my Wellbutrin needs to be upped a little for balance, since it was cut in half to make room for the Lamictal. I don't know what it is, but... this has been my third really, really bad bout of depression this year. I mean, it's been a bad year in general as far as that goes, but in terms of hitting severely low points... yeah, third time. And each of the previous two times, I decided it was due to a medication issue (too much Zoloft; too much Lamictal) that cleared up pretty quickly once that problem was corrected.

I don't know what it is this time. Maybe it's just that I really do need to readjust my medication, now that I've had time to recover from that last period of over-dosage (not to be confused with an overdose). Maybe it's hormones, because my cycle is notoriously wacky. (I don't want to get into it here, but yes, I should be seeing another doctor about that, again, soon.) I'm still really depressed about Lucky, although I can stand outside myself and realize how ridiculous that is; I can't go on like this for the rest of my life. He was a dog; it happens. And I'm already getting depressed about how much I expect my birthday to suck, which I think shows that I'm just looking for specific subjects to vent the depression I'm already experiencing on. I mean, my birthday is in December; I'm going a pretty long way to borrow trouble. I'm also not dealing well with simple comments or observations--why haven't you finished this, why didn't you write that, I wish you'd written it differently--I guess I just feel sometimes like all I do is disappoint people, online and off, by not being smart enough or disciplined enough or independent enough or creative enough, and I know intellectually that that's not true. I know--intellectually--that I'm lucky to have people interested in what I write at all. But depression isn't rational; you can't reason it away. It's like all my thoughts have sharp edges, and when I'm left alone with them, I get hurt. And right now, I think that they've started to hone themselves on the theme of All You Do Is Disappoint People, Including Yourself, and I feel like I'm on the verge of tears most of the time.

Why yes, I do have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, thanks for backing away slowly asking.

I'm not even going to try to catch up on the Lost recaps by Wednesday. You (and by "you" I mean "I") can re-watch all the episodes at abc.com/lost, so I'm going to see my doctor, figure out if there's anything we can do with my meds, and then maybe recap the second half of the mini-season as a set. I don't know. I just kind of have to work on functioning right now.


Site Meter

cleolinda: (black ribbon)

Change of plans: because of some unsightly chores I got sucked into today, I'm putting the Filminute stuff off until Wednesday. That way we can have a fresh start, uninterrupted by pirate-talking. Arrrr.

Hmm. I have, in fact, started going over my Black Ribbon notes again. The fact that I can even bear to look at it may tell you that the Lamictal (day 17) is having some positive effects. I think I've been terrified of going back to the story, which is, after all, more than three years old, and discovering that it was juvenile crap. I know that it needs to be rewritten; the existing three segments were written very quickly, under a serial deadline just for fun, and I know they need to be fleshed out a bit--they have kind of a roller-coaster quality at the moment that people seemed to like, but I'm not sure it's enough for a publishable novel anyway.

(Another thing that cracked me up: I workshopped the first two chapters in a class I was taking at the time, and everyone kept saying in tones of astonishment, "God, things actually happen in this story! You never see that anymore!" Not in a graduate course in Serious Writing, I suppose.)

For those of you newish to the journal, Black Ribbon was a story I started writing in Julyish of 2003, and thought, oh, it would be cool if I serialized it online. It would have five parts, since there happened to be five weekends in October that year (or I'd start it the last weekend in September, or something like that). It was sort of a Victorian historical thriller--I got several reviews/comments to the effect of, "No one does psychological horror like this anymore!," which was really sweet of the reviewers, but somehow, I doubt the actual truth of the statement. As in, if you look hard enough, I'm sure you can find some. My point is, that's the kind of thing it was. It enters a certain literary subgenre around the third section (the last one online. There's a link on the sidebar here somewhere. ETA: If the Geocities site--webhost of kings!--won't load, try the text-only version at Fiction Press. I think all three chapters are there) that I kind of don't want to specify, because a lot of the buildup is the mystery of what it's actually all about. Unlike Lost, however, you start getting solid answers halfway through, and the rest of the story is about how the main characters deal with a central catastrophe. I'm sure if it ever gets published, this genre point will be first and foremost in the marketing, so, you know, enjoy the surprise while you can. I kind of wanted to reinvent the genre--"reinvent" is a bit strong a word, because it's not like I'm reinventing the wheel, but I wanted to have my own mythology and whys and wherefores and have my own set of causes and effects. So I wanted you to have the same experience as the main character, Rose Hannah--what the hell is going on, what are you talking about, are you serious? That's what this was all about? And you have to learn the rules along with her.

I have it compartmentalized in my mind--it sounds complicated, so I'll use a handy analogy. Black Ribbon is like a basket of oranges. The first "orange," "The Bitter Kiss," is the story in question. It has five chapters, or segments, and mostly takes place in London. The second "orange," the second story or volume or whatever, will have I don't know how many segments (five if I can manage it, just for symmetry), and it's going to take place in Paris. The third orange/story takes place in Romania. The fourth one, according to my current notes, wanders around a bit, but I think it's going to end up in India. That's the first series--the first basket of oranges. That series is "The Black Ribbon." After four stories, the black ribbon of the title will, uh, be no more. The second series, or basket of oranges, will deal with the fallout from the end of the first series. I don't know what it'll be called yet, because I only have a vague idea of what's going to happen--I know the end of the series, what I'm working towards, but I'm trying to leave things loose so that developments as I work on the first series can be incorporated. And really, that's why I'm sketching out all four stories at once--if I want to reach a certain point in the fourth story, I need to make sure I've got all my foreshadowing laid in and all the necessary characters and plot points in place. And when I think of new things for the first story, I need to be able to work them in. I'm a big picture person, after all; I want to lay out my pattern before I start sewing.

(Yes, I named it "The Black Ribbon" because I had the story about the girl with the yellow/green/red/black/[insert variation here] ribbon around her neck in mind. Not in a literal way--nobody's head falls off--but I knew that other people would remember it, too, and the ribbon is, after all, worn around someone's neck.)

I'll tell you one thing, though--I'm desperate to get my hands on Jess Nevins' Encyclopedia of Fantastic Victoriana, because I consulted his site so much when I was world-building. (He's on LJ around here somewhere...) I wanted kind of a steampunk feel to the whole thing, although I'm trying to back off that as an official description, because I'm afraid it promises more science than I can actually deliver. Unfortunately, getting the book is probably going to have to wait until Christmas, along with a number of others I want to use for research. So I can noodle around on the other three volumes in the meantime, I guess. Today's random point of research: Parisian catacombs on Flickr, for the second orange volume.


Site Meter

cleolinda: (Default)

Lamictal, day 15: Haven't felt anything different today on 50 mg, but then, I slept most of the day. It's a long story that involves an interrupted sleep cycle, and really, I bore y'all enough with my health minutiae as it is, but suffice it to say, it's not medication-related.

I am having trouble concentrating again, though.

A dog goes into a hardware store and says, I'd like a job, please. )




Site Meter

cleolinda: (Default)

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 [livejournal.com profile] tecno_fairy's handiwork.



Site Meter

cleolinda: (Default)

Lamictal, day twelve: I've had a very light, recurrent, but completely icky headache all day (and all last night) that may best be described as a "brain spasm." My mother's started calling it my brain cloud.

[livejournal.com profile] lezopez: "I know you don't like your blog to get too political, but next time you do link spam you might want to link this speech by Keith Olbermann. It may have made me cry at work." I simply present it for your perusal. Don't argue politics here. You agree/disagree, link or write about it on your own journal.

(ETA, from [livejournal.com profile] sigma7: "And for those so inclined, the Olbermann clip at YouTube, brilliantly and passionately read.")

Coroner: Anna Nicole Son's Death "Suspicious," upgraded from "unnatural." New weird detail: "I can confirm that there was definitely a third person in the room at the time of death and I do know who that person is."

Stingrays are either being killed out of a misplaced desire for vengeance, or so fifteen different people can hawk "the stinger that killed Steve Irwin!!1!" on eBay. As for the accompanying picture, I am so weirded out by the little stingray face.

(Also, the comment that sums it up best: "Let me tell you though, those stingrays will sure think twice before killing Steve Irwin again.")

Risk of bluefin tuna disappearing from Mediterranean: WWF. I saw this on Yahoo News, except what I initially thought I saw was, Bluefin tuna disappearing from Mediterranean, WTF.

Federline spawns again.

"L&O" Rips Britney, K-Fed from the Headlines. Hee. "J-Train."

The days of swag are over--no one's picking them up at TIFF, and the Oscars are discontinuing theirs next year. Why? Taxes. Pair this with an increasing number of "Paris Hilton gets picked on/laughed at/refused entry" stories, plus the Morgan Creek exec reading Lindsay Lohan the riot act in that letter that got leaked (not even to speak of Tom Cruise, who really is celeb royalty), I'm starting to wonder if there isn't some kind of backlash forming against celebrity privilege. It's like, as the celebrity culture has gotten gaudier and more lavish over the last, let's say, ten years, there's been this trickle-down effect where everyone is expecting to be treated like royalty, instead of just the top tier. It's led to this sense of entitlement, I suspect, that is starting to piss off other people in the business. We may be tired of Paris--hell, I think we were always tired of Paris--but it's finally getting to the point where the people who enabled her pointless celebrity are getting tired of her ilk as well.

Oh, Dr. Tumnus, you're so pretty. Also, I had no idea Gillian Anderson was also in this movie. That's a bonafide '70s pantsuit she's rocking there in that one picture.

More Sweeney Todd news: Filming will begin February 5th, and Dante Spinotti will do cinematography with Colleen Atwood on costumes. I am pitifully excited about Atwood being on board, because, while I costume-fangirl her anyway, she also (and more to the point) did the Sleepy Hollow costumes. She also did the Lemony Snicket costumes, and won the Oscar for Memoirs of a Geisha and Chicago. But! People! Sleepy Hollow! Snicket! How perfect is that!

[livejournal.com profile] tartaruga139: Why the Head On ad is deadly effective. And really, wouldn't you agree? How many fun, witty, gorgeous ads have you watched and been completely unable to remember three seconds later what product it was trying to get you to buy? Head On? By God, you remember what it's for. The writer also makes the point that if you watch TV at all, you've seen it a hundred times, which... may explain why I haven't even seen it once. (What? I don't watch a lot of TV, y'all. I don't even mean that in a superiority-complex way; I just mean that I can only stand to look at so many screens in the course of a day, and I fill most of my quota on the internet.)

(That said, Sister Girl got off work early today, and we ended up watching Judging Amy on TNT for two hours. I never intend to watch that show, but damn if I don't get sucked in if I so much as walk past the TV when it's on. I'm really sad now that I didn't watch it during its original run.)

Well, the internets flushed that whole lonelygirl15 thing out pretty quickly. (Breaking, from [livejournal.com profile] thegeneralerin: a confession.)

Christopher Guest film takes a jab at Oscars.

Jane Fonda: Lindsay Needs a Hug. If by "hug" you mean "detox," I might be with you on that.

Black Sheep rears its head again. With real sheep. (Hey! It's [livejournal.com profile] sweinberg!)

The first eight minutes of Haven, in which Orlando Bloom attempts to look badass with firearms.

Gawker thinks that Martha Stewart's latest culinary creation looks a little... odd.

And finally, when spam gets profound: From: Davy Armstrong, Subject: refinance heartbreaking.



Breaking news: Several people shot at Montreal college. (ETA: A CNN news alert I got claims there were multiple gunmen, two of which are now both shot and/or dead.)




Site Meter

Page generated Jun. 13th, 2025 01:03 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios