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Not doing so well today. I had two pleasantly busy run-around days of errands, and then I kind of crashed yesterday because I'm still a bit consumptive and easily fatigued, but I tried to get some writing done anyway. It was slow and sludgy, but I made some progress. I made, however, zero progress on the cleaning and decorating required for the next Secret Life. And today, my wrist hurts (like I've been holding it on the keyboard the wrong way, that kind of hurt) and my right eye is bothering me, like I'm about to develop an eye-strain eyelid twitch again. Also, I have run out of one of my medications and my doctor is being all passhole-aggresshole about not calling it in, possibly because I had to cancel my med check appointment last week. Like, if this pisses you off or you insist on talking to me again first, just tell me, rather than not call back or say anything and refuse authorization when the pharmacy calls you. Like, it's not even "Oh, maybe she's out of office, it's the holidays"; they said she actually refused authorization. She's never done something like this before. I don't even know. And now I'm doing this really childish omg is she mad at me? thing and being afraid to call her. But I'm going to have to, because I'm out of Lamictal and it is the scary medication that you do not want to fool with. So... Day Two of no Lamictal, that is probably a large part of the problem, actually.

In more pleasant news, my college friend David has a chapter in In the Peanut Gallery With MST3K: Essays on Film, Fandom, Technology and the Culture of Riffing, and he interviewed me for it. It's up for pre-order now (it comes out in March. "Will not arrive for Christmas." NO KIDDING), and I may buy a couple of extra copies and do some kind of giveaway. We're also trying to get foresthouse's rapidly imminent second eye surgery paid for, and I'm trying to decide how soon to auction off--well, let's go ahead and announce it:

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Meanwhile, hybrid_xisha brings us news about the Last Unicorn Blu-Ray and good news (it looks like) about Peter S. Beagle's legal troubles.

And finally--using Youtube/Blip.fm/whatever as appropriate: bring unto me your favorite, legally available holiday music. My favorites, off the top of my head, are "Fairytale of New York" and "2000 Miles." And for some reason I associate "Toy Soldiers" with Christmas, even though it's about drugs or whatever, because there was this one Christmas where I got a pair of headphones with a radio built in and they were playing that every third song. Ah, childhood.

I have a gigantic headache and have been away from my desk most of the day--which means, in turn, that I'm hellishly behind on things--so we'll only have a quick essential linkspam today. Because I have a feeling that if I don't post the Christian Bale thing, I'm going to be getting a lot of emails about it.

AUDIO: Christian Bale's Apocalyptic 'Terminator Salvation' Meltdown. I haven't listened to it yet, but the description gives you a pretty good idea.

'Last Airbender': Dev Patel's in, Jesse McCartney's out. Maybe all the screams of "WHITEWASH!!!!" are doing some good. I'm just saying.

Punxsutawney Phil sees shadow, winter to continue. Yes, I actually listed these first three items in order of pop-cultural importance.

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OMG I FORGOT! FOURTH ANNUAL SNACK DEATHMATCH, YOU GUYS!

IT IS SO COLD, YAY! I don't think I've ever pulled out Queen Susan this early in the year. Although that was partly because I forgot that my mother had put my two sweater coats into the cedar closet, and I was tearing up the house in despair looking for them (the blue one is gorgeous! and the black one has a HOOD, y'all) so I would have something to wear outside. Next up: the hot chocolate. I hope the mini-marshmallows aren't stale.

Today's journal flashback: since I'm running out of days and substantial entries, let's do some more weird dreams. How about the time Dream!Jennifer Connelly and I ran into... someone; the one where Tyler Durden and I fled the yippy dogs; and then I nearly dated a vampire but I had to catch a shuttle to the moon.

Llinkspam! ( I think we need some kittens now )

Attn newcomers sending me private messages on LJ: Please check your privacy settings to make sure you can receive messages, because this is twice now I haven't been able to PM someone back.

Also: WELCOME, KNITTERS OF THE INTERNETS. PLEASE ENJOY THIS BASKET OF COMPLIMENTARY YARNS.

More from the Summer Olympics, which still has no froofy costumes, but I understand had some carnage in the weightlifting competition today AND NO I AM NOT LINKING IT, BECAUSE JUST HEARING ABOUT IT MADE ME WANT TO DIE: from blinkliz, Olympic opening uses girl's voice, not face; from iamshadow, One of Britain's divers is kind of a jerk; from the Associated Press, Phelps becomes winningest Olympic athlete ever. This headline is 100% real, y'all. Also: The Spanish basketball team displays epic stupidity.

livelongnmarry, "a charity fandom auction to help keep same-sex marriage legal in California (and help make it legal everywhere), has officially raised over $50k" and received the thanks of a grateful George Takei.

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I wasn't in a bad mood, exactly, but I haven't had the best day (tension headache, tension in my jaw, the realization that the premature grey/white hairs are spreading and not forming a Rogue streak). And then somewhere along the way, we had a sudden rainstorm and then I got into a much chattier mood, as evidenced by all the commentary below. Maybe it's the atmospheric pressure, I don't know.

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Okay, so it's pretty much been a relentlessly mediocre week all around, but I did get 5000 words done today, and that was kind of awesome. They weren't polished words--more me talking to myself about how to solve various problems, but there was a good bit of dialogue in there as well, and I realized that doing a major rearrangement of scenes in the first half would make a lot more sense. So, you know: good times.

What's pissing me off is that I keep wanting to watch movies I am absolutely sure that I own, and then I rifle my DVD cabinet and can't find them at all, and I finally realize that I never owned them at all. For example, I was dead certain I had gotten Something Wicked This Way Comes for Christmas one year or the other (it's a fairly toothless Disney adaptation, but it's totally worth it for Jonathan Pryce's Mr. Dark), and after checking diary entries three years back, I was able to confirm that I never got it at all. (Yes, I write down what I get for Christmas and my birthday. It comes in handy sometimes, see?!) And now I am pissed the hell off that I don't have it. Last week it was Interview with the Vampire, because I had this sudden need to see Kirsten Dunst get her grade-school bitch on, but apparently I never got that, either. (My mother: "I know you have it on tape, though." "TAPE IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!") Of course today I had really gotten myself in the mood to have a movie on in the background, today, yes, NOW, so I ended up putting on my MST3K DVD of Manos: [or "Manos," more properly] The Hands of Fate. I'm pretty sure I'll be regarded as a heretic for saying this, but I had never actually seen an entire Joel episode before--I didn't get the right channels until MST3K hit the Sci-Fi Channel, which I think had just recently gotten added by our provider at that. So I grew up with the Mike Years, and I kind of have to say... Manos didn't do much for me. I mean, just joke for joke, I can think of at least half a dozen Mike-era episodes that are funnier. And it's weird, because Mike was head writer during the Joel era as well, so it's not like he just suddenly showed up and everything got different. I don't know. Maybe it's just my sense of humor.

Anyway, I'm so incredibly behind on linkspam that I'm not even going to try to make a dent in it tonight--I opened Google Reader and it said I had 1000+ new items, so... no. However, I did see this on Fandom Lounge: Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day, coming up in December (there's even a Facebook event for it!). Also, the suggestions in that thread that are gold: "Walk up to random people and say 'WHAT YEAR IS THIS?' and when they tell you, get quiet and then say 'Then there's still time!' and run off. And for the record, I've already tried out all of these in real life, in costume. It is so much fun you want to pee yourself. [...] If I can do it in Alabama, then I'm fairly certain you can get away with it anywhere." And one of my favorites: leaving a package for your "younger self" (scroll down to "Warning: expert level stunt"). You also get this piece of advice: "Anyone who is hesitant doing this is clearly inexperienced when it comes to public stunts. Rule 1: When you act a little strange or look strange, nobody bothers you, ever."