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The linkspam is medium-sized today, which is good because I feel weirdly tired. Again.

Comic-Con! From which my sister emailed a picture of Edward Dollen! (

foresthouse also texted a pic of both the Dollens, although my failsauce phone promptly ate it. She did add, however, that "the hair is on high alert.") And then my sister reported, "Also they are knighting Jedi." I don't know if she means that the Dollens were knighting Jedi or... what.

MOAR! A Sneak Preview of Pixar's Up, which will be shown again to the public tomorrow night; Nerd Alert: The New York Comic Con (a photo gallery mostly of babes); The Ten Most Expensive Comic Books at New York Comic Con.

Today's Snack Deathmatch: Sun Chips vs. Pirate's Booty.

Christian Bale apologizes, says "Feel free to make fun of me at my expense; I deserve it completely"! The internet will be happy to take you up on this, I am sure! Actor Bale: 'I acted like a punk'; A Repentant Christian Bale Asks: 'Have You Ever Had a Bad Day?'; Why Do We Tolerate Men Who Throw Tantrums? Because we're afraid that if we stand up to them, everyone else will just brush us aside and we'll get yelled at more? "It's always like that around here"? "That's just how the world works"? I don't know, you tell me.

( MOAR! )

ETA: Aaaaand people in the comments are already coming back from Coraline and loving it. I'm just telling you.

Current Mood: sleepy

Another meme! Because I know you love them so much. In fact, I can't even tell if I'm being sarcastic there or not.

( Twenty questions, featuring the first video I ever saw on MTV )

I should add,

The rules are:

A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.

B. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.

NUH-UH! I DO WHAT I WANT! Besides, no one tagged me in the first place. Go forth and meme if you want.

Current Mood: feeling strangely fine

Hmm. I got into a discussion with someone yesterday--since I had been whining about being alone, sooooo alooooone--about what girls do, in fact, look for in a guy. So I sat down ~~rather than do any real work~~ and thought about it--I think it's actually important to sit down and hash out what you want in a partner, male or female, with yourself (because it's a very personal thing), so that you know what you're looking for. And I'd be interested to see how y'all's tastes differ, so: discuss. Do it on your own journal as a meme if you want, even.

( What a girl wants. Well, this one, anyway )

So that's my teal deer for the day. And notice that at no point did I say I wanted rock-hard abs or lots of money or even worldly sophistication. One of the reasons I'm interested to see what y'all want in prospective partners (of either sex) is that I think people are going to be surprised by what other people actually find attractive.

Current Mood: contemplative

So. I was up last night with an upset stomach, unable to sleep, so I noodled around on the "here's 100 things, bold what you've done" meme, and... let me tell you, this is the most random meme ever. It's like, have you ever twiddled your thumbs? HOW ABOUT IN THE TAJ MAHAL? So random. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to what's listed and what's not--the far-flung (Great Wall of China!) with the ridiculously mundane (owned a cell phone?)--and basically it makes me feel hugely inadequate and I feel this is not fair. I've never ridden in a gondola in Venice, but I've taken a coco taxi in Havana. I've seen Picassos in person but not the Mona Lisa. I've kissed in an elevator but not in the rain, okay? And there really shouldn't be three questions about Paris. I'm just saying. So... I kind of ended up snarking it a little. This is what happens when my tummy hurts, I guess.

( It was my horrible secret )

Current Mood: sick

It's a Pity Party and You're Invited!

STOP BEING DEPRESSED, STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT. YOU'RE DOING IT TO YOURSELF THIS TIME. YOU DO IT TO YOURSELF EVERY YEAR THIS TIME OF YEAR.

Speaking of Never Getting Married

From

audheim: The Anti-Wedding.

How You Know Sister Girl Is an Adult Now:

"I'd really like a mixer for Christmas."

More Tales of Cleo the Quick Study:

"Which color mixer do you like the best? I kind of like the cornflower, the ice blue, the reef blue--" ( Read more... )

HEY IT'S A MEME ( Eight werewolves a-milking )

By the way, I finally broke down and fulfilled my destiny on this earth: ( FINISHING MOVE: LOLPIRE )

Current Music: Killers playlist

Eventually I'm going to have to get back to work and get something done, aren't I?

(By the way, make sure you go back and look over the flickr mosaic meme; it's fun to do.)

( First pic of Gambit )

Current Mood: mellow

Hey, you know what I feel like doing? A MEME.

The flickr mosaic meme, specifically, which I stole from

missmp:

01. Answer each of the questions below the cut using the [Flickr] search engine. (ETA: I've changed the URL so it will automatically search "Most Interesting" for you.)
02. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
03. Copy the URL of your favorite photos [here].
04. Then share with the world.

( Read more... )

Current Mood: silly

Meme I saw a few people doing today: 10 Things I've Done That You Probably Haven't.

Of course, with this many of y'all around, someone here probably has.

(The key to filling out this meme: be really, really specific.)

( Man, my life was so much more interesting in college )

I just discovered the origin of "Do not want"! A day without learning is a day wasted, y'all.

(Also, I fell into the wiki and couldn't get out for two hours. Bad TV Tropes! Bad!)

Via

dduane: Good luck with your hell demons: Dead Monster Washes Ashore in Montauk. ( MOAR )

Current Mood: damn eye twitch

Oh, my beautiful snow. We got an inch, and then by noon it had started melting. The pups had fun all afternoon in it, though. I mean, we didn't let them stay outside the whole time, because it was damn cold, but every time they got to go out they'd be running and skidding and Scout would paw the snow up into big lumps so he could carry them around in his mouth (he loves ice cubes). We've had plenty of freshly-made vegetable soup and chocolate cake this weekend, at least, and it has stayed freezing-ass cold (it's currently 27°F, with a low today of 19), which is something.

Cloverfield questions: ( and spoiler answers )

Cloverspam, mild spoilers: ( See Darwin do the Funky Chicken )

Linkspam proper: ( Read more... )

Current Mood: mmmcake
Current Music: The Killers, "Bling (Confessions of a King)"

I'm going to go ahead and get the linkspam out now--I'll post about Cloverfield when I get back from the movie tonight. I really don't think we'll have power or connectivity issues until tomorrow, if at all, but I find that preparing for things tends to prevent them, in a superstitious way.

For y'all wondering why a prediction of five inches of snow would send Birmingham into a (gleeful) panic, here's a few things that I don't think that Northerners, Westerners, or non-Americans are aware of: for one, winters in the South can hold steady at 40 or 50 degrees Fahrenheit, with a few dips down to the 30s or below, or perhaps none at all. We've been having a pattern this winter of an extremely cold week (19-20 degrees) followed by a week in the 60s and 70s, then a couple of days of rain and thunder. Then the cycle starts back up again. One year I got a faint dusting of snow on my birthday, and that was big news. Schools have actually been closed for a 60% chance of flurries. New anchors still refer to WINTER STORM '93 in ominous tones. If we have snowplows and de-icers, I sure as hell haven't ever seen them, although my mother reports that trucks full of sand are stationed in the streets around UAB Hospital--because people will need to get in no matter what.

We don't know how to drive on ice or snow because we don't get any. Well, sometimes we get a little ice, but life pretty much shuts down because we don't know how to drive on it. The 5:00 news actually had a helpful checklist of driving tips this afternoon ("Drive slowly"). Furthermore, Birmingham is wonderfully hilly--I don't want to say "mountainous," precisely, but we do have the Red Mountain Expressway. We have tons of bridges and valleys and twists and curves. And a city full of people who don't know how to drive on ice. Plus, we're a very treesome area; even downtown has trees along the streets (it's very attractive). So you have all these ancient trees piled up with snow. And then dead branches break off. And they fall on your roof and your car and your power lines. And then you have exposed power lines lying around in the street. Actually, in the old neighborhood where I grew up, you'd see entire trees fall over during a big snow (say, six inches). I remember when our street was closed off because a giant tree was lying across the road. Another tree actually fell over so completely that its roots were completely aboveground, like giant woody tentacles. And this was a very middle-class, close-to-[suburban]-downtown, American Beauty-type neighborhood. We're not talking farms here.

I think we'll be totally fine. Mom did the weekly grocery shopping this morning before she went to work, just to be safe. Sister Girl opens Panera tomorrow at crack-thirty, but we're hoping they'll close the store. I don't think we've actually had significant snow at this house (we moved here in 2001), so I don't know if the power lines are more reliable here; it's equally woodsy, though. We've never had trouble with pipes, though, so we have all the hot baths we want, and a gas-log fire. No gas range--my mother's been wanting one, like we had at the old house (she had it put in because--wait for it--branches were always taking down the power lines), but other than that, we've got batteries and candles and lighters and lanterns and what-have-you. My internet connection is finicky, though, so I don't know that I'll have that, even if we have power. We'll see. I'm curious to see how it shakes out, but I'm not terribly concerned. It's usually more inconvenient ~~and hilarious, and maybe a little tiresome~~ than anything.

( Linkspam )

Tagged by Valkyrie and McRachel:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people.

Well, I'll do two books (and six people) since I was tagged twice:

"Father ought to see these trees," she murmured; "they are almost as lovely as his own rainbows."

Then she gave a start of terror, for beneath the trees came stalking two great beasts, either one big enough to crush the little Daughter of the Rainbow with one blow of his paws, or eat her up with one snap of his enormous jaws. One was a tawny lion, as tall as a horse, nearly; the other a striped tiger almost the same size.

From The Road to Oz, L. Frank Baum.

But Emma had flounced into the bathroom and was crossly brushing her teeth and didn't hear Hattie's cry of wonder.

Down on the terrace, instead of a hundred spiders, there were a hundred handsome young men, all bowing and smiling. One of them had a crown on his head and a knapsack on his back; the rest carried plastic bags of diamonds.

From "The Spider in the Bath," The Last Slice of Rainbow, Joan Aiken.

So... I tag...

edda,

foresthouse,

sexion8,

sorchar,

bubosquared,

lyrainverse.

Good news and bad news: the tornado bypassed us with little more than half an hour of lightning and some hard rain. Unfortunately, it turns out that nothing will ever make me happy, because my reaction was "Worst. Tornado. EVER." My sister has been bringing home loaves upon loaves of bread, including ciabatta, baguette, and Pullman loaf, because she's in bread-baking class now at the Culinard. This would be an extremely good thing except for the fact that we can't figure out how to eat it all. My mother didn't get one job she was looking at, but it turned out that the job was kind of sketch--I mean, it was on the up-and-up and all, but it turns out that some of the employees aren't entirely happy there. She's got another job offer she's looking at, but--given the kind of institution it is--they move slow as Christmas. (All will be revealed if she gets the job.) Meanwhile, I'm actually looking at a job at the same place, and it terrifies me. This is the kind of neurotic you're dealing with, folks.

Also, I went out with the Lovely Emily and the boys and saw V for Vendetta again. It was funny, because I was the only one who had already seen it, and I'm not sure anyone else even had any idea what it was about. Like, not even that it was the least bit political. We didn't talk about the movie at all before we went, either. Happily, I think everyone liked it and was very affected by it. Also, stuff blew up good.

A meme I'd been meaning to do that was making the rounds of writers' blogs: Ten Things I Have Learned About Writing. ( Read more... )

Current Music: The Killers, "Somebody Told Me (Josh Harris remix)"

I been tagged! Oh, fie on you, bunnymonkey (who is, by the way, a college friend of mine)!

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your LiveJournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.

1. "He's a Pirate," Pirates of the Caribbean

(I could fill up this entire list and then some with my POTC playlist, but... that would suck. Fortunately, I've started creating "everything I listened to this month" playlists, you know, just for posterity's sake, so I can browse my January list for the other six.)

2. "Fall in the Light," Lori Carson and Graeme Revell (Strange Days soundtrack)

3. "I Drove All Night," Cyndi Lauper

4. "Tornado," Garbage

5. "Like Lovers Do," Heather Nova

6. "The Real Thing," Bo Bice (HE IS AN ALABAMA BOY, I AM DUTY-BOUND TO SUPPORT HIM, SHUT UP)

7. "Night in My Veins," The Pretenders

So... uh... I tag sneezydove, katesti, foresthouse, edda, deoridhe, bibliotech and rockgeisha. Totally random selection of people I recently talked to, so... go forth and meme.

It's been a hard weekend. Because I ran out, I basically had to quit Wellbutrin cold turkey early in the week, and... it wasn't Trainspotting or anything, but it caught up to me on Saturday and I was really, truly, unpleasantly ill. The phrase "rogue bowels" was used once or twice, I'll put it that way. Meanwhile, it looks like we as a family are going to be having a tough time for a while. I can't really say why until the relevant events have finished up, but it doesn't involve anyone's health, marital, or reproductive status, at least. I hate just throwing that out there and leaving y'all to worry, but I don't know who reads this journal, etc., and I don't need to talk about the details before they've actually happened. I was just really ill-equipped to deal with shit this particular weekend, though. We did scrounge up some samples so I'm back on the Wb, and I immediately felt more capable of dealing with life. All I'm saying is, suddenly this passage from Little Women hits closer than usual:

So Jo was satisfied with the investment of her prize money, and fell to work with a cheery spirit, bent on earning more of those delightful checks. She did earn several that year, and began to feel herself a power in the house, for by the magic of a pen, her 'rubbish' turned into comforts for them all. The Duke's Daughter paid the butcher's bill, A Phantom Hand put down a new carpet, and The Curse of the Coventrys proved the blessing of the Marches in the way of groceries and gowns.

Meanwhile, Mom and I watched The Island yesterday, and you know what? It was surprisingly not bad. It was--dare I say it--actually pretty good.

In other news, I am feeling extremely piratey lately. I think it started when I was cleaning out duplicates from some movie picture folders and ended up giving the Pirates of a Caribbean folder a good combing down. From there, it spiraled into a playlist from the soundtrack on my Nano and ordering a pair of boots ("Well, I needed some formal-ish black shoes! And these microfiber ankle boots that just came in are okay, but they bunch weirdly at the ankles, so I think I'm going to exchange them for a pair of mid-calf boots--don't look at me like that! I could wear them with skirts! I DO SO WEAR SKIRTS! OKAY, I DON'T, BUT I COULD!") I think I may curl up and watch the commentary version on the DVD before I get back to work tomorrow--I hear the one with Keira Knightley and Norrington, the guy who plays Norrington, what's his name--Jack Davenport, thank you, is hilarious. So maybe that will cheer me up. And if it doesn't, and if things really do end up going badly for the family finances, I may end up turning to piracy myself. I have a feeling that most people would be so shocked by the sight of a hijacked Manila galleon parked outside their house that, really, they'd just hand over their flatscreens and their PlayStations without much argument at that point. "YARRRR! AND WE BE WANTIN' YER PASTAMAKER, TOO!"

In the meantime, I just made fun icons from product images at Pin-up Girl Clothing. ( Fast, Loose, and Lovely )

Linkspam:

Final Days of Girl's Life Reveal Horrors.

Rescued Thames whale has convulsion and dies, woe.

Frickin' octopus tries to eat submarine, holy shit.

A Washington Post blogger has the back story on what all those security fixes here on LJ were about.

*stabs* (1): Hello, I am an asshat. It's not what he says--I really do believe that putting a marriage first is actually in the best interests of the child, for reasons that will become apparent if you read the article--but the cavalier selfishness with which he says it. "The having an affair approach"? Is that your real name on the byline, sir?

*stabs* (2): Partner's death ends happy life on ranch. It's kind of what you would have wanted for Jack and Ennis, until you get to shit like the last sentence and you want to bomb things.

*stabs* (3): UCLA students urged to expose 'radical' professors. WTF?

More BPAL e-drama: As a customer of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, I feel like other customers should know about the smear campaign being perpetrated online. Yes, it is possible to dislike any or all of the scents. Yes, you can find fault with the shipping times during busy periods. Is it a little suspect if you continually piss and moan and you run a competing business (that has, coincidentally, been accused of 1) using synthetic components and 2) copying other sites' blends, artwork, concepts, and/or descriptions)? Yeah, I think it is. If nothing else, if you see these particular posters bitching and whining about BPAL, you'll know what axe they're grinding.

foresthouse: Lost icon contest.

Monaghan and Lilly engaged?

An Onion oldie for

snacky: Fritolaysia Cuts Off Chiplomatic Relations With Snakistan.

Long-Awaited Baby Boomer Die-Off To Begin Soon, Experts Say. There are times when I am not sure the Onion is actually writing satire. God knows I'm looking forward to it.

DOG BLOG UPDATES!

Playboy magazine set for Indonesia despite protests.

Muslim Group to Call for Writer's Release. The terrorists' deadline passed and we haven't heard anything about the girl yet, but the fact that other Muslim groups are getting involved bodes well.

dailydigestnews, as soon as I go update it: Katiewomb shenanigans--a pictorial; the South Park that Tom doesn't want you to see; a new actress joins the new Spider-Man movie; and a really awesome 2006 preview.

( What type of villain are you? )

Current Music: Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack

Okay, question. Who's doing this version of "Happy Together" in the first half of the trailer? It sounds very like the Turtles, but I'm 95% sure it's not (faster, and the guy sounds current). A cookie for anyone who finds the real song!

LJ news: All journals are now located at username.livejournal.com (which previously you had to pay to get--it's to avoid a security hack) and communities are community.livejournal.com/username (which I had already noticed, and wondered what that was about).Old URLs will still work, but you can save redirection time if you do switch your bookmarks to the new version.

Project Runway: Livejournal Edition.

Mystery Man Places Roses on Poe Gravesite... for 57 years in a row. (Okay, technically, a man and his sons may be involved.)

Prisoner escapes by dieting. Also by using the "sleeping form made of pillows" trick.

BlackBerry Shutdown May Hurt U.S.

French Face Transplant Patient Smokes Again. Doctors: "Uh, seriously, don't do that."

Two from the Onion: Sean Penn Demands To Know What Asshole Took SeanPenn@ gmail.com and Hi, I Like to Cut Myself.

This site is going down tomorrow, so get it while it's Hoff.

A program that tells you whether your book, based on the title alone, will be a bestseller. The really fun thing to do, naturally, is plug in titles of actual bestsellers.

Clarkson Won't Let 'Idol' Use Her Songs, which makes Simon Cowell a ~~bitchy~~ sad panda. Oh, suck it up, Cowell. If I were Kelly I wouldn't let a bunch of woodling wannabes maul my songs, either--or, worse, knock them out of the park and steal them out from under me. Thanks, but no thanks. Update: "Gah, shut up, you can have them."

From Alison: "I made a documentary (for lack of a better word) of the week I redecorated my room. It's about 10 minutes long, but it takes forever to load. I would love other people's opinions on it. You can find it at queenalison.blogspot.com."

Study: Men Enjoy Seeing Bad People Suffer. Me, I just enjoy seeing annoying celebrities suffer.

dailydigestnews: Syriana screwed, Colin Farrell sues, Caspian on the move, a Beowulf trailer and MULDER SMASH!

( Memage )

Current Music: More Roxette

So it's been a couple of days now, but I have been Teh Busy. I got through Friday the 13th with minimal damage, although it did piss down rain for about four hours. Saturday, though, was the day that nearly did me in--we ran around town from eight until one, dropping the dogs off at the vet for baths; buying groceries, including all of the food for today (homemade vegetable soup, sandwiches, croissants, crackers and so on) plus for the rest of the week; hitting Sam's for DVDs (IT'S A BUSINESS EXPENSE SHUT UP!) and, uh, chocolate; swinging by the post office and the pet supply place; going to a second grocery store because the infidels at Publix don't have sliced apples or marble rye, apparently; getting a Clinique refill at the mall for Mom, although of course they are unable to find the perfectly ordinary and common shade of foundation she wants, which means we have to circle the counter for fifteen minutes while they search; buying birthday presents and cards; getting free coffee at Books-a-Million because by God Mom had some kind of coupon (it was...streusel-flavored?); picking up drycleaning and alterations; going to get lunch (Zoë[']s Kitchen. You can manage the umlaut but you can't handle a simple possessive?); and picking up... booze. (What? You had my mom's job, you'd be driven to drink, too.) Because, you see, yesterday was my grandmother's birthday, and today was her birthday lunch. And after five straight hours of errands, I came home and passed out for about two hours. And then today Grandma actually came over and the soup was hot and the dogs were fluffy and we all ate ourselves stupid. The dogs too, because the remaining cold cuts had to go somewhere.

Speaking of not updating for a couple of days: you "nudge" me and I will smite you. Granted, I don't think I'll ever go a whole week without some kind of entry--I don't know that I've ever done that in the history of my keeping a Livejournal--but how rude can you get? If you're "concerned" about my wellbeing, leave me a comment or frickin' email me, don't poke me between the e-shoulderblades and demand new content.

Miscellaneous linkspam:

Socialist Bachelet to be first woman to lead Chile after electoral triumph.

Student Shot by Police Pronounced Dead. Let me clarify, because this otherwise-inflammatory headline assumes you've been keeping up with the story: an eighth-grader brought a pellet gun to school that had been painted black so as to disguise the "Hey, this is just a toy" markings. When the gun was set side by side with a Beretta, no one could tell the difference. He then took out the gun and menaced several students, claiming that he wanted to kill himself or die trying, and was in fact shot in an attempt to disarm him. Other students reported that he had frequently said that he was unhappy and wanted to kill himself and/or die; you have to figure that he was trying to get shot because he didn't have a real gun. It's sad, but the multiple headlines making it look like the police shot him unprovoked have been pissing me off. The boy was kept on life support after he was brain dead so his organs could be harvested, which is at least something.

Also in Florida: Fla. Teens Surrender in Homeless Beatings.

New N.J. Slogan: "Come See for Yourself." Am I the only one who finds that sort of... ominous?

Legal TV Dramas Influence Real Jurors.

Boys Are Stupid, Throw Rocks at Them.

Man Solves Rubik's Cube in 11.13 Seconds.

Susie Bright recounts her strange pseudo-relationship with JT Leroy: "Then, that peculiar day in October, JT wrote and asked me to help fundraise for his son’s private French immersion school, Lycee Francaise La Perouse— the most prestigious and expensive secondary school in San Francisco.... All the money from JT’s work has gone to Emily’s family, a corporation in her mother’s name. Emily certainly does have a son in private school, which explains why 'JT' acted more conventionally bourgeois and maternal about “his kid” than any teenage homeless runaway I ever met."

More lulz from eBaumsgate, including this delightful YTMND. (The sound is from that dramatic reading of the C&D ("LOL!") that I mentioned the other day.) Roll, Lindsay, roll! (Also: Catch it before it's legalesed out of existence.)

corkdorkdan: "Umm, did you know a vampire is running for governor of Minnesota (replacing wrestler Jesse Ventura)? He announced his candidacy today." This one is a vampire and a former wrestler, actually.

I may switch to Library Thing instead of BookCrossing, because I think LT is what I wanted in the first place--a way to catalogue/flaunt my books (I'm kidding on that second part. Mostly), not give them away or "loose them into the wild" or whatever.

Release date of the last Lemony Snicket book (according to the lemonysnicket.com newsletter): Friday, October 13.

The ~~White Witch~~ Winter Enchantress custom pony is back up. Seems like the Lewis estate (!) was the one giving the seller problems.

Superuberawesome 12" Aragorn figure from Sideshow Toys. Okay, I cracked. I do already have the Toy Biz 12" Aragorn, but he's Fugagorn, the Fug of Men. I got advance emails from Sideshow, as one of their longtime ~~suckers~~ customers, and Eowyn!Doll looked over my shoulder and said, "Buy him for meeeee!" Now, given that I have two Arwens, two Galadriels (one Toy Biz, one Barbie), an Anna ~~Valerious~~ Dollerious and a Sleeping Beauty in addition to the Eowyn, and only one male doll in all of Cleodom, you can see that we have a bit of a Y chromosome shortage. "And the one you've got? His sword is totally crooked," added Eowyn. I didn't even want to ask if that was a euphemism for anything or not. The real reason I cracked, though, is that the Sideshow Anna Dollerious is, quite simply, the most awesome movie replica doll I have ever seen. It's got buckles, it's got corsets, it's got corset-lacings, it's got tiny peasant-blouse embroidery. The hair is a bit out of control--a bit more Anna Valerifro than I wanted, and not the awesome long curls in the prototype picture--but other than that? Gold, all the way. So I'm pretty much committed to any Sideshow doll of a character I really like. If they start putting out Arwens or--God help us all--Galadriels, I am screwed.

More Harry Potter Tonner dolls. Oh my Lord, the Ron doll. And the Hermione is hugely off--Emma Watson's face is much thinner and pointier. The Harry doll head without hair or glasses, though? Terrifyingly like Daniel Radcliffe. (Wait, are these dolls anatomically correct?)

doroc_sabah on JournalFen: "[This icon] redeems everyone in the wank or who has ever seen it from all sin." It's true, y'all.

And, since I already have this journal *and* my linkspams are getting a little overlong: the movie spam!

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Current Mood: tired

I've noticed people--a lot of people--saying that 2005 was a terrible year. And I grant you, we had Katrina, and London, and Tom Cruise losing his fool mind. I give you that. But it was a pretty awesome year for movies, and the weather in November was really nice, and... yeah. I'm not making a very good case here. Hell, now that I think about it, I spent the first five months in writer freakout, Sister Girl had a really hard year herself, and my poor mother's job has been hell. And my dog developed severe diabetes and then went blind. Oh, and my CAR WINDOW was BEATEN TO DEATH on CHRISTMAS EVE. So... maybe I will concede the point. Still, it never felt any worse to me than any other year at the time (excepting Katrina, which was kind of apocalyptic), but maybe that's because I'm an optimist. Really, looking back on it now, I feel like I must have gotten off easy compared to what a lot of people went through. But I'll tell you something--I think it takes something really, really bad to give you a certain equilibrium. My parents had a really one-sidedly awful divorce when I was a freshman in college, to the point where it was more just one parent screwing over the entire family, in-laws included, and there were times when we thought we weren't going to be able to make the house payments. Shit basically went down continuously for about--a year, really. I mean, it was the next December by the time a state trooper appeared on the doorstep while I was home for Christmas vacation. There's a point, though, where you get your head above water again, and a lot of things don't faze you after that. If you go through enough, you come out of it believing you can handle just about anything you put your mind to, because you've seen things get pretty bad and you're not scared of what's coming next.

Whoa. That got a little deeper than I intended it to be. My point was supposed to be, the good thing about a bad year is that, when it's over, anything that hasn't killed you really has made you stronger. You've got that to look forward to, at least.

Anyway, I started thinking about New Year's resolutions. I've come to the conclusion over the year that I'm not very good at task-oriented resolutions, even though you would think that would be more productive. You can say "I will walk [x] miles a week," but I totally won't do it. I find that it's easier for me to think in vague terms, because that way I'm never behind. I want to read more books--I have piles from two and three Christmases ago that I never get around to. I want to watch more DVDs--I have a pile of those, too (although, I have to say, I did very well this past year as far as seeing movies in the theater went). I want to learn to knit--this was my resolution last year, and this year I got as far as getting needles and yarn for my birthday last month (which is actually further than I usually get). More than anything, though, I think I want to finish things.

Small linkspam:

Back at #1: I think the Narnia people need to send a ~~cupcake~~ fruit basket to the "Lazy Sunday" guys.

outinthestorm: "Just in case you missed this, Cleo, the newest Childrin R Skary flash has been released."

No, Neil Gaiman does not write fanfic. Not even under a pseudonym.

And, finally: lovememe, the panfandom antidote to those intermittent Post About People You Hate memes that come and go. And please--don't go over there and say you love me--I'm posting this so more people will participate, not to whore for comments. (Yes, I actually mean that. Go love on other people.)

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Sarah McLachlan, "Fear"

I have an actual "Yay, I love December!" entry I want to write, but first I want to clean out my linkspam:

New White Witch icons. Take 'em, use 'em, customize 'em, whatev.

In the time it took me to get around to writing an entry, I'm sure you've all heard about Violet Ann Affleck.

"I'M HAVING A BABY TOO! LOOK AT MEEEEE!" I'm putting my money down on "Pomegranate," myself. I mean, it is the fashionable fruit right now.

FBI Plants Fake Candidate in W.Va. Race.

Ann Coulter has posted the real name, address, and phone number of a blogger on the front page of her website. Here's the best part: when challenged, she edited that section--to make clear which remarks were hers and which remarks were the blogger's, by adding brackets. As in, she totally left all the personal information up. I find Coulter to be a pernicious asshat regardless of her political affiliation, but even she is about to find out via some public outcry that you don't play this shit in the blogosphere.

The $10 million dollar bat mitzvah. But there's more about the father: an SEC investigation and class-action suits against his bullet-proof vest manufacturing company. You see, he's a defense contractor who may or may not purchased parts for the vests from his wife's company--vests that then failed to stop bullets in tests. The Marines recalled the vests from troops in Iraq, Afghanistan and Djibouti in May--but not before the father sold off $186 million worth of stock last December. Hence the funds for the ultradecadent bat mitzvah, starring Aerosmith, 50 Cent, Stevie Nicks, Don Henley, and Kenny G.

sparkythehamstr: The longlisted passages for the Bad Sex in Fiction award.

prncssaurora: Bid on an iPod, pay in sausage. You know, I think this is an idea whose time has come. I have at least two pieces of Sideshow Weta polystone I bought as an investment, and I am not entirely unsure that I would not accept quality chocolate as payment.

foresthouse: World AIDS Day balloons at her school: 1 2 3

Found on metaquotes: "Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "wang" in the first Harry Potter Book..."

Lucius Malfoy has invested in Wal-Mart stock, apparently.

Michelle Rodriguez is on her fourth DUI and she's taking Cynthia Watros with her. I knew those Tailaways were bad news.

HANDSOME MAN IN OHIO LOOKING FOR A GREAT TIME WITH A STONE COLD FREAK WITH MORALS.

Speaking of which, those of you who like celebrity legal gossip (you heard about Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston getting pulled over for a DUI, right?) as well as true crime will enjoy Justice, a new magazine. I'm mentioning it ostensibly because the Amazing McRachel is now working there (YAY!), but I am ridiculously pleased with the concept alone. If it's like the bastard spawn of Crime Library and US Weekly, it'll be awesome.

Update on a previous link: Top Thirty Random Vin Diesel Facts.

The Doll Lady. If spooky old-fashioned dolls scare you, do not watch this. Personally, I watched it with the sound turned off, because I had a feeling there'd be a jump scare near the end.

Also from the Amazing McRachel: "Lie away: If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad -- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you."

Current Music: John Mellencamp, "Human Wheels"

So. arielchan's decided to start a Mary Sue meme, and I can't resist anything that requires playing around with cartoon doll makers. Thus:

1. Go to the Elouai doll maker
2. Make an ordinary doll of yourself and save it.
3. Take that doll and, leaving a couple things (nose, eyebrows, whatever) the same, Mary Sue yourself. Make the most blatant Mary Sue you can conceive.
4. Post "Before" and "After" in your LJ. Bonus points if your Sue has a backstory of some sort.

( Before )

( SUE'D! Warning: image intensive + Harry Potter & HBP spoilers )

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Classy dame, sparkle consultant, gothic enthusiast, sporadic recapper.

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