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Not that it's very interesting now, but I have scribbled down "How I found the photos--seven years to the day" as a reminder to talk about it, so: I had installed the program Need3Space because I have millions, literally millions, of files on my computer, and I was hoping to clear anything temporary off for a little breathing space. N3S doesn't delete files--it lists files that you might want to delete, so I take full responsibility for being a dumbass and apparently deleting an obscurely named file that Microsoft Word requires to function. I pulled it up to work on Cloverfield (which I finished a rough draft of today, while we're here) and it claimed that Word wasn't installed and that it needed the installation CD, which was (it informed me) not currently in any drive. Strangely enough, I could see Word behind this text box, and I could see the list of my most recently opened documents, so I knew it was on there. After some digging, I found the specific file it was missing and asked around to see if anyone could just email it to me, because the plastic chest where my software lives was four feet away and I am that lazy. Well, and also, it was under a tub of stuff, and I was afraid I'd open the chest and the software wouldn't be there, and then it would be time to panic. As long as I didn't know for sure--Schrodinger's software, if you will--I didn't have to panic yet. But finally, I wasn't getting any younger and Cloverfield wasn't writing itself, so I got up and moved the tub.

It's not a tub, exactly--it's a small plastic wastebasket I used in college, and since it was clean, I'd been using it for storage. Huh, I thought. What's in here, anyway? And that's when I found five envelopes of photos from my 2001 senior (college) trip to Cuba. Pictures that had been missing for seven years. And they'd been sitting four feet from my desk, covered by a small stack of greeting cards, all this time.

So I put the Microsoft Office installation CD into the drive, and Word cheerfully finished installing itself--it did all the work for me and took literally three seconds to do so. I am convinced that my being dumb enough to delete whichever file it was directly led to my finding the pictures, because I believe, somewhat idealistically, that things happen for a reason. Or at least some things. I found the pictures, by the way, pretty much seven years to the day that I arrived in Cuba.

(I still can't believe how sad I feel over the Heath Ledger thing. Anyway.)

Gathering linkspam makes me feel better, so--linkspam by section:

Deaths: Heath Ledger )

Oscar nominations )

Cloverfield )

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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.

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My mother, as you may or may not have noticed, loves monster, alien and disaster movies. Cloverfield, therefore, is a natural for her, and somehow, she actually proposed that we go tomorrow for the main 7 pm showing. On opening night. After dinner. I don't understand it either, but nor am I going to question it.

"So you want me to go ahead and buy the tickets?"

"I wasn't going to buy them until we got there."

"UNTIL WE GOT THERE?"

"Do you really think a lot of people really going to go?"

[Full minute of bogglement.]

"Really? "

"Look, fine. We'll go out there tomorrow, and then we'll come right back home because it's sold out."

She had me buy the tickets.

(Cloverfield Selling Out Midnight Shows; Cloverfield Viewing Tips ["Look for someone passed out on a couch at the party"; "Stay for the end credits"]; Exclusive Sneak: ‘Cloverfield’ [MTV likes it]; Review: A clever ''Cloverfield'' [EW likes it]; Cloverfield Manga Translated; MTV Sneak Peek - "Start Running Now!"; TIME Interviews J.J. Abrams; 12 big bad movie monsters.)

Meanwhile, Alabama folks get a little flaky when there's talk of snow: "A Birmingham hardware store digs into storage to prepare the sleds. If you want to believe the North American Mesoscale weather forecasting model, Birmingham could be blanketed with 5 inches or more of snow on late Friday night and Saturday morning from a major winter storm." This would bring the city TO ITS KNEES, let me tell you.

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Today is my grandmother's birthday, yay! Yesterday we all had a birthday lunch for her with roast beast beef and carrots and potatoes and cake and ice cream and a creamy orange and pineapple congealed salad which is actually really yum, thanks for asking. We're Southern, what can I say. Also, we ended up talking about Britney Spears, and my grandmother was surprisingly up-to-date on the crazy ("That Dr. Phil said he was going to help her! She needs to stop messing with that married man"). It was a good day.

Greatest Journal: the final days.

Alleged Response from Cassie Edwards Issued via MySpace; Edwards plagiarized for author's note and from Britannica. Seriously? Seriously?

"I, seriously, was like the Lindsay Lohan of scrapbooking." Something I found wandering around from those links: a Nancy Drew keepsake box. Which I took as a sign that I should read the Nancy Drew book Valkyrie got for my birthday next.

(I feel kind of ashamed saying this, but... I kind of want to scrapbook now. Like, only with things I have around the house, because I'm cheap. I mean, couldn't it be fun? A page for a movie you saw, for a book you liked, for something you went out and did one night? Except that I don't even know what you scrapbook on. I guess I could do digital scrapbooking with image files and a scanner.)

Lupercalia 2008 scents are up at BPAL (did you hear! Beth's having a baby!), and Earth Rat sounds really good (I like citrus).

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