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Aw, hell. I've been sneezing a lot lately, and then today I came down with these weird alternating hot and cold spells. I don't know that I'm running an actual fever, but it sucks either way. It's probably allergies. But still--I am determined to not go into the month of October without finishing the annotated Fifteen Minutes thing because I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON IT LONG ENOUGH NOW, GOD. I have got to move on with life at some point.

(That's frustration with myself talking there, by the way.)

("Are you feeling guilty? YEAH YOU ARE!")

By the way, I'm recording another--different--podcast on Saturday, which should be fun. General subject: vampires in the media. Doing speaky-speaky stuff like this seems to help my confidence, so I'm going with it. Someday, I may actually bring myself to be sociable in real life, my God!

Linkspam! ( Feast upon the Uwe Boll Slot )

Current Mood: tired

Let's go ahead and get two days of linkspam out of the way, shall we? ( We need to cut a bitch on Roger Ebert's behalf )

Current Mood: cheerful

Okay, our dishwasher is now on its last legs. I mean, it'll still turn on, but it's been so spotty for so long that we're obviously going to have to replace it in the next few months. Yes, we can get by washing dishes by hand. It's not so much that the dishwasher's dying as it is that this will be the eleventy-thousandth appliance to die this year. And Shelby's going to have to have surgery for her hip dysplasia in the next year or so, and we're still paying off the Unexpected Pension Taxes, and somewhere in there we've got to buy Tiny Tim a new crutch. The really stressful part is that my mother is now looking to me to finish my writing projects and hopefully bring in enough extra income that we can get on top of the bills and pay more than just a tiny bit, the interest, and sneaky late fees (everyone wants payment just before the last paycheck of the month) on them. You know. No pressure or anything.

And then my computer crashed in the middle of the "King Arthur in Fifteen Minutes" notes, and I lost all yesterday afternoon's work. "Document recovery" my ass. This is why you didn't get a linkspam, because I was too ~~pissed~~ busy trying to redo my work to deal with it.

(Also, Semagic came thisclose to eating all of tonight's linkspam when my computer crashed. "Load automatically saved draft" only pulled up the earliest version, until I finally thought to try "Load Draft" and see what came up.)

Let's go to another happy jewelry place! Damn, I need one. It's an old favorite, but what the hell: Sweet Romance Online. Favorites (and man, is it hard to narrow it down): the rose pendant; the art nouveau "Futura" set; the morning glory suite; the lily of the valley suite.

Linkspam! ( Superman reboot, Lost in Austen, Marion Cotillard IS (not) Catwoman )

Current Mood: irritated
Current Music: Kate Bush, "The Song of Solomon"

Not much to say, except that I'm tired.

( An excellence of linkspam )

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Natasha Bedingfield, "Pirate Bones"

Random, fragrant thoughts: I've been strategically stashing scented candles in drawers. Can one's underwear smell too much like jasmine, you might ask? And the answer is yes. Yes, it can. On the other hand, I've dug out my BPAL and put a few drops of Tamora in an oil diffuser, and it smells fantastic. You know, even though the oil is three or four years old at this point--apparently the stuff does keep pretty well. I wonder if I have any Snake Oil around here--I hear that one ages fantastically.

Not much else to report, except that I'm tired and behind on work.

( Linkspam )

Current Mood: exanimate
Current Music: Coldplay, "Violet Hill"

Okay, so I saw two movies of note over the last couple of days--as opposed to all the others on TV floating around in there, I mean--and the first one was Rendition Sunday night--the one about the innocent Egyptian-American man accused of terrorism and spirited away to a secret prison in North Africa. It was okay; I think the smartest thing in the whole movie was the casting. Meryl Streep didn't have very much to do, but when you saw her Ball-Breaker CIA Lady character coming, you instinctively quailed in fear if you'd seen The Devil Wears Prada. Reese Witherspoon didn't get much to do besides camp out pregnantly in a senator's office and scream a hundred variations on "WHERE IS MY HUSBAAAAAND????," but you knew her character would be smart, driven and determined. And Jake Gyllenhaal--the rookie operative in North Africa--got a little to do, but he spent most of the movie staring moistly at torture to indicate that it was Tearing Him Up Inside Omg, and that's exactly what you hire Jake Gyllenhaal for. So the casting shouldered most of the work, although there was a nifty little something I won't spoil that elevated the movie from two stars to maybe two and a half or even three.

(Side note: "Andrew Appel has some fascinating analysis of the "guilt by association" algorithm that AT&T uses to help the FBI figure out whose life to ruin with baseless accusations of terrorist involvement." So it's nice to know that the government is grabbing people on even shakier evidence than in the movie.)

And then this afternoon there was Hard Candy. Jesus H. Christ, is all I have to say about that. Well, and maybe this [spoilers]: ( AWESOME! IS IT OVER YET NO NO NO IT'S NOT OVER OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! )

So I didn't get a lot of work done today, is what I'm saying. Although I did get a decent hour's worth of hashing out additions to the first three chapters--when we need to do what, and so on. On Friday I wrote an entirely new beginning to the novelly thing--well, not entirely new; if you've read the original, you'll recognize it. But in terms of the actual words on the page, yeah, it's different. More dialogue, for one, and less melodramatic description. That is, there is both less description and the description that is there is also less melodramatic. Just so you know. I think it works pretty well, so, you know: good times.

Speaking of Ellen Page: New 'Juno' poster.

( Linkspam! )

Current Mood: blah

So. Another backlog of linkspam, but what're you gonna do. After struggling all week in front of blank paper (what's that old line? "Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood stand out on your forehead"?), I finally sat down today and decided to write out the story from the POV of three major(ish) characters whose storylines are giving me hives. ( Read more... )

Also, since I'm in a Halloween mood--the most marvelous sentence in the history of the English, from John Stagg, "The Vampyre," The Minstrel of the North (1810): "It was then asserted, that, in several places, dead persons had been known to leave their graves, and, by night, to revisit the habitations of their friends; whom, by suckosity, they drained of their blood as they slept."

( A sampling of my backlog )

Current Music: New Order, "Dracula's Castle"

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Cleolinda everywhere

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

Entries tagged with the women

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Thursday night, feh

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