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Sorry--my sister came over (to wash clothes in preparation for her NYCC trip) and we were catching up and I'm desperately behind.

Today's scandal: Stephen King says ‘Twilight’ author ‘can't write.’ OH SNAP.

(And the wank is already delightful.)

Yesterday's scandal: A transcript of Christian Bale's meltdown; the surprisingly danceable remix; More Christian Bale Fun: McG Prophecies, Flip-Hop Remixes, and a Soundboard! Y'all, I hope that, someday, if I lose my shit at top volume for almost four minutes solid, and I happen to be miked, and a recording happens to leak, that the losing of my shit brings the internet as much joy as Christian Bale's has brought to us. God bless.

(In his defense: archnemesis Shane Hurlbut is "a pretty unrepentant light tweaker." This is my new favorite insult. Meanwhile: Gawker begs to differ. In conclusion: there's plenty of fail to go around!)

(Bonus: The Christian Bale Accent Generator.)

Today's Snack Deathmatch: Cadbury vs. Cadbury.

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More fun in the mail! I don't know who sent me the key pendant, but I LOVE IT.

(I always love things people send in the mail, and thank you so much--I just wanted to make it clear that I don't usually post about things unless I'm trying to figure out who sent it, not because I didn't like it. I just don't want it to turn into, you know, Send Cleo Presents and Buy a Shoutout on Her Journal.)

(Although I do want to mention a glittery Christmas card from Chesh: "Just pretend the snowmen are vampires sparkling in the sunlight. They feed on snowballs.")

Re: Official SKIN OF A KILLER Glitter: ( Pillowcases? Really? )

Oh, and I wanted to mention/recommend this--every year, I get a Kinuko Craft calendar because I love her artwork. (I have already secured 2009's, because apparently I am doomed to know every single thing I am getting for birthday and Christmas, to the point where my mother and aunt and grandmother sat around in my grandmother's kitchen and sorted out who would give me what when. While I was sitting there in front of them. "Would you rather have Prince Caspian for birthday or Christmas?" "OMG STOP IT!!") So... consider it rec'd.

Also, a link request: A write-in campaign to protest the whitewash casting of 'The Last Airbender.'

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Not feeling so good--haven't felt good since Wednesday or Thursday, actually, which makes me think it might be part of the hypomanic episode. But it's starting to wear on my nerves. ( I may end up printing this out and taking it to my doctor )

Oh, and on top of that? There's a mouse in my bedroom, and it's driving me crazy. I think I've inherited it from Sister Girl, although this is the second mouse we've had climb up through the house (we have, uh, proof that the first one is no longer with us). You know how I'll write entries for weeks whining about how I have to clean? Well, there are things I don't like to do, mostly because I feel like I could be doing something more productive, unless you hold a gun to my head. Or, in this case, a mouse. Not literally "to my head," but it's moved from the far end of the room to the wall near my bed. A weekend of this, and I've managed to get more cleaning done than I usually do in a month. It's my mousening and it freaks me out, let's just put it that way.

The worst part is that I haven't actually seen it in the flesh yet. I could hear it rattling around through piles of books and papers, and after I worked overtime yesterday to clear all of those up, it moved to my laundry basket on the near side of the room, where I could see... something moving around under a sweater. So now, of course, I have to wash everything within a five-foot radius of that basket, because it's FREAKING ME OUT. That's the thing: I love animals. I'm not grossed out by the sudden appearance of mice, whereas I totally lose my shit around cockroaches. But I am freaked out by the chewings and the droppings and the general unhygienicness, much the way I would if we had an uncaged pet rabbit bopping around. So, in order to get myself through the night, I decided that Reepicheep was swashbuckling around in the basket. "Back, foul tube socks of the night! I shall avenge my lady against thy putrid stench!" Instead of, you know, an ordinary field mouse BUILDING A NEST IN MY LAUNDRY OH MY GOD I WILL NEVER FEEL CLEAN AGAIN.

Anyway, there is needful cleaning that will now be done. And I'll be getting a humane trap--one of those catch-and-release things--and letting Reep out near the wooded Samford campus. Because I know that Reepicheep is valiant, but I don't like his odds against our cat.

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Kind of blech with the allergies today--mostly did fact-checking with the Cloverfield DVD (see linkspam below for more), and man, do I wish my sister could remember her Netflix password so I could get the '79 Dracula DVD for a day or two, and that's assuming it exists--so I'm just gonna move right on through:

Prince's desert reign at Coachella; Prince plays Coachella, covers Radiohead.

Pointless scandal du jour: A Topless Photo Threatens a Major Disney Franchise (Full picture); Growing pains for the Miley Cyrus phenom; More Miley from Vanity Fair; Miley Cyrus sorry about Vanity Fair pics; Miley Cyrus Is Not The Innocent Victim That Disney Makes Her Out To Be. Not that it matters, but it seems to me like she was probably fine with the pictures until suddenly everyone and Disney's grandmother flipped out; once Cyrus realized she wasn't going to be lauded for being brave and artistic, she turned on Leibowitz. It may actually have been the bedsheet that pushed the pictures over the edge, or rather, the implied context of a bedsheet--if it had been a beach towel, same pose, there might have actually been less fuss.

From punzerel: "Would you mind posting a link to www.healemru.com? They're trying to spread the word about bone marrow donations and how difficult it can be for people to find a match - especially people in some minority groups. "You can help by registering for your country's bone marrow registry and spreading the word about the need to diversify its database. Registering can help save not only Emru's life, but that of one of the many other patients waiting for a bone marrow transplant." If people have questions they can email info at healemru dot com (which goes to Emru and his sister - she can also be reached throuugh her LJ, kino_kid)."

From entropy_and_me: "Apparently a group of bloggers and artists have had their artwork and interviews stolen by a Hong Kong publisher, and illegally bound into a book. The creators of the material are having a hard time getting ahold of any responsible parties, and are asking for the article to be spread, to prevent people from buying the book."

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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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