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Further proof that I will always be 13 [Oct. 8th, 2011|03:02 am]
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Oh my god I watched the Scorsese George Harrison thing. I only cried a little bit in the first half, but by the end of the second one it was like a non-stop bawl-fest. We have PLANS to go to the store tomorrow (oh thank god because we have nothing to eat) and my face is gonna be so fuckin puffy argh.

I can't even talk about it I'm so super emo kid right now. Fuck! Ringo says at the end of his interview once he's crying, "It's like Barbara Fucking Walters in here, isn't it?"

Yes. Yes it is. OMG I can't stop!!!11!one!!1!!

Uh, also, Dhani Harrison is pretty much the hottest man in the world. Possibly because he looks and sounds exactly like his dad, but, like, hotter. WHICH SHOULD NOT BE HUMANLY POSSIBLE.
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she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox [Aug. 16th, 2010|04:57 pm]
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I woke up with a monstrous fucking headache, and it grew and grew. It is now not only monstrous, but godlike. It's like the Leto Fucking Atreides God-Worm of all Headaches.

Ouch, I mean to say. This fucking weather this summer has been a real motherfucker, you know?

Anyhow, I shouldn't complain. Yesterday I was still pretty braindead, so I did RPP formatting type stuff and a blog entry. Today I woke up, did some good hard re-read of Megh's final drafts for her stories (shiny!), and continued with Elan and Nieva. I'm up to 4251 words, Elan has just promised Nieva that busting out of a brothel will be easy with him by her side (poor sap--good thing she's there to save him), and my head is throbbing so badly that even Hot Chip can't make me finish. Son of a bitch.

I really need to jump into the 10 submissions competition. If I can get Elan and Nieva sorted and edit Peacock by tomorrow I'm in pretty good shape still. Wonder which one I'll try to write next. I wish I could tell ahead of time, but then I'd hate to start thinking about it just yet. One thing at a time for my poor confused brain.

We were supposed to go out to dinner tonight, too, and I always get so disappointed when I think I'm going to do something fun and then get owned like this. But Balaji has promised me sambar rice and I have a whole bottle of Jack Daniels, so whatever.

Small workout first though, as my hip has really been a dickhead about things for the past few days. (I did fuck it up in Phila. again, I'm forced to admit. Fuck.) But here's hoping it'll get me closer to the usual 45 minutes today than it did yesterday.

There's the cranky update. But it is what it is.

In ridiculous news, we were watching the MST3K "Jack Frost" last night, and it is my new favorite movie, so thanks again John! It's like Cinderella meets Baba Yaga on crack. There is even scope for a Tom Bombadil joke in it. I mean wow.

Jack Frost: You're a good girl, aren't you? Not the contradicting kind at all.
Balaji: [Gives me an evil look, waiting for the explosion to occur.]
Me: [Grits teeth]
(15 minutes later when I have a mouth full of water)
Balaji: I do wish you weren't quite so contradicting though, Kate.
Me: [Spew]

His timing is of the evil.
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one drop gets you feelin' holy, hello below me [Jul. 30th, 2010|11:48 am]
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I managed to make my first dumb mistake as an editor-- but I suppose it's good I got it out of the way. I detached Cory's story from thunderbird (yeah, it's a gmail account, but I just download everything there), which makes it disappear from the inbox. It even WARNS me it will do that. So I fucked something up by pushing a lot of buttons during a word freeze (it's been doing that sometimes when I open other peoples' stuff-- really weird but there's no virus so I think it's just vista being a dick)-- or something. Long story short I had to ask for it again :/

Though really it might be stuck somewhere in the annals of gmail still. Like in a trash bin or something. But, well, let's just say I have changed my settings, saved it in the RPP folder and LEFT it in my inbox, and learned my lesson. Or at least, one can hope.

I didn't get it edited, of course, but I did read it and it's awesome so that made me feel better about being a dumbshit.

I've been dogging Balaji all week to go see Inception. Apart from it just looking cool, it has a bunch of people in it I really enjoy (Ellen Page! Cillian Murphy! Also, Balaji's boyfriend DiCaprio!), so I figured it couldn't be BAD. Finally last night I convinced him and we hit the IMAX in Alexandria.

I will describe the effect of this movie with an anecdote (but no spoilers, promise). Of course I had to pee through half of it, but couldn't possibly have gotten out of my seat (I recommend this strategy to anyone who goes to see it: even if you don't think you have to pee before, do it. Had I not, I would've been miserable), so the second it was over I hopped to the bathroom. I'm coming out and there are two frat-boy types-- you know, Abercrombie shorts and Axe Body Spray stink-- standing there waiting for someone.

Frat Boy 1: So what did you think of it?
Frat Boy 2: *shifts uncomfortably, grinning* Uh, too much thinking. I feel like I just got out of a test.

I laughed, but not because he's a dumbass. He might be, I don't know, but it was a very good description of the state of my head just then. I told Balaji and he's going, "Yeah, man! Yeah!"

Inception rambling-- no spoilers, never fear )

Also, Cillian Murphy is still the prettiest man on the fucking planet. There are very few people I could just look at for hours, but he is one. (Yeah, that's creepy of me. Don't care. I could.)

And this will sound incredibly shallow and self-centered, but I was pleased by the structure, right up to the ending. Without being specific, I can say that it's precisely the one I used for Scripped-- which I did not invent, nor did Christopher Nolan, but part of me felt sort of daft for using it, like I was being trite. I am in no way saying I used it 1/100th as effectively as Nolan did here, but at least I know it can be done with a modern audience and gotten away with.

Yes, I am already starting to get paranoid. That's good though, that means I'll be well over it before May hits, and the reviews won't hurt so bad!

Now I'm going to go vacuum so John doesn't cough up a hairball after being here for an hour or two.
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Went to London Riding on a Pony [Jul. 3rd, 2010|11:30 am]
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Out for the long weekend. Enjoy the festivities, American-types. (Also, the recent glut of founding father-based ads on TV. That shit is awesome.)
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turn yourself around, you weren't invited [Mar. 15th, 2010|02:11 pm]
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Hopelessly self-indulgent weekend, during which all I did was think about Plaguebringer (but not do anything about it, as it didn't seem all that pressing), have long rambly conversations with my husband about nothing, watch the new MST3Ks we got, and play LotRO. (Tom is 3/4 of a level from getting a horse. Yes, I'm easily amused. Thank Christ.)

It felt good, but it's time to light a fire under this motherfucker. This motherfucker being me.

In unrelated news, I still can't eat eggs. I had some at my parents' and they buy just regular eggs. As people who've been to my house know (don't talk about it usually, so it'd be hard to know otherwise), I am really neurotic about my eggs and dairy, and will only buy them if I know from where they came and that I'm okay with how they raise the animals. (You can argue this point with me all you like, but don't, because I don't care if you think it's dumb/pointless. Even if I could change this particular neurosis, I'm too old to give a fuck what anyone else thinks.) Balaji says this is because I don't like to buy sin.

I was aware of course that this sort of food tends to taste better than the mass produced chicken-in-a-1x1x1-cage kind-- better (god, oh god, vegetarian) chicken feed = better chickens = better eggs. Anyone who eats natural or organic meat will tell you the same thing-- it has flavor! Wtf!

But I ate an egg at my parents' anyhow, thinking I ought not to be a haughty bitch. (They already buy gelatin-free all natural sour cream because of me-- of course once they got it for my visit they realized it was actually much better and started buying it regularly.) And it was really, really gross. It had a weird consistency and tasted funny. I couldn't eat anything for the rest of the day apart from a bag of chips I forced down while driving home. And now every time I think about eating eggs I feel a little ill. Even the sin free kind.

I don't want to be the crazy person who brings her own food everywhere. I already take my own milk home (I don't even like milk, but I put it on cereal occasionally-- Nick drank it all last time, going "Man, this IS better!" Jerk) and am extremely weird about where I eat out. (Ate out at Chilis this weekend, first time at a place like that in ages. Was so sick-- our stomachs aren't used to junk food any more :/) Jesus fucking Christ, I get crazier every year.

Also, I realize I don't talk much about my food issues. But for anyone who doesn't know, I was actually vegan for a few years until the yogurt in Nepal knocked me off that. Now I'm just-- like this.
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likes her gentlemen not to be gentle [Feb. 23rd, 2010|10:41 pm]
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Today I wrote Ruarigh getting high and seeing faeries (hey, he's a HOLY MAN... sort of) and scripted the first scene with Ciprian trying to edge in on the action. It's too long, I can tell from the script, but I don't care at the moment. It was only a couple thousand words but it did push me to just under 20k for the week. Dear god, what will happen when I fill that fucker in tomorrow?

Then I watched Ken Russell's Gothic. I'm thinking Gabriel Byrne as Byron, Natasha Richardson as Mary Shelley, a summer of telling scary stories and opiates in Switzerland. How can this be bad?

It was pretty bad, dude. Like trying to be arty but failing bad. I mean there's a chance that I don't get it. But really I think it was just melodramatically BAD. The acting was good, the casting was awesome, but it's pretty much just an extended bad trip.

But it was worth it to see Claire Clairmont covered in mud with a rat in her mouth, a very dirty nervous Percy Shelley making out with an equally dirty half-conscious Lord Byron, and a few other little visual gems that cracked me up. But I laughed so hard at those parts that I had to pause it, lest I miss some others.

Pretty sure it was meant to be scary. Hm. Well, the wanton sex and drugs were good, anyhow!
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[Jan. 31st, 2010|11:06 pm]
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Holy fuck Johnny Lee Miller as Mr. Knightley?

Yes please. I'll take 3.

(Hell, I didn't even hate Emma in that version!)

ETA: Yes, Amazon is obviously run by a cabal of temper-tantrum throwing three year olds. I get that. They lost because they are insane corporate bastards who aren't even good at being corporate bastards-- which just leaves them with insanity. Way to lose authors, readers, and sympathy in general, fucktards.

But Macmillan, news flash. I will never pay over $10 for a fucking e-book. In fact, I wouldn't even pay that much, because I know how much that shit costs to make, and I know how little of it goes to an author. So fuck off.

Why Amazon couldn't just let them find out for themselves, I dunno. But that's the least mystifying of everything they did this weekend, let's face it.

Seriously though, why must publishing make the SAME EXACT FUCKING MISTAKES the RIAA and MPAA already made before they figure this shit out?
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she believes in everything [Jan. 3rd, 2010|09:33 pm]
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Had a good time with the parental visit, and the last of Balaji's Week of Freedom. This week will be a return to the usual-- which is okay, except for Balaji having to work again, obviously. Somehow, no, we do not get on each other's nerves being here together all day. I can't explain it either, it just works.

Got lots of fun stuff for the holidays, which were oddly busy. I feel like the last two months just slipped through my fingers, between traveling, trips to the movie theater, snow storms, and the New Years festivities-- apart from the hours between 7 and 10, which are set aside for Family Veg Time. During these hours, we finished watching True Blood, made our way through half of the Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes collection (SO GOOD), and did a couple of the old-school horror flicks I scored for Bala. (The first Lugosi movie he ever saw, and which we've been unable to find anywhere since, came only in one of those "Hollywood Horror!" packs-- and it's awesome.) Lots of vegging, I mean to say, though the work out regimen hasn't suffered.

Still can't sleep properly at night, even if I wear myself the fuck out with exercise. Somehow I'm not surprised.

Today I got back to beta reading, and even managed to sort out some little bits of script. Both felt really good, like I was back to being me. Le sigh.

That's really all. I hope everyone had pleasant holidays, and didn't overdo it to the point if illness on New Year's Eve! I reckon I'll put together some goals for the year, just because it was fun to see how I matched up against them this year-- but not tonight. I'm still feeling a little rattled from all the social stuff, and want to crawl into a hole in the ground for a few days.
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now you only get it in your nightdress [Aug. 26th, 2009|05:56 pm]
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The birthday wishes started things out really, really well (thanks to all!) and my back felt loads better. Then there was this little moment of temper tantrum-- the net adapter I got for this thing kept jacking me up when I was playing LotRO (nothing like LDing in the middle of the Barrows while doing that stupid Protect the Hobbit Girl quest!) all week, and then last night the router started acting up. After about two hours of being angry this morning I just packed it all in and went out.

I got:

1. An overpriced haircut that looks pretty damn good. Also, a new person to go to for haircuts in general, which I've needed, er, since I moved to DC.
2. Decently priced salon shampoo and conditioner.
3. Lunch by myself. (Weird fact: I love eating out alone. I'm strange, I know. I had Neal Stephenson, though.)
4. A new adapter-- the kind you screw into the guts of your PC and it actually works.
5. A book called The Great Pianists: From Mozart to the Present with my 25% off coupon at Borders. (Sometimes you need to buy presents for your head people. I had another book in my hand when I walked past that and got a very clear "AHEM" sound from the back. That's what I get for watching Immortal Beloved last night-- woke the fucker up.)

And that's not counting that I'd opened my box o' books from my husband this morning and the Absolute Sandman Vol. I is insanely fucking gorgeous.

So anyhow I got home from that little adventure and there was a Liam in my inbox from Cory. And man, he's pretty. I am so fucking excited. Holy shit. (Post to come, don't worry. You won't be spared!) Any more of this and G's going to think it's his birthday.

When in fact, it is Liam's... which I didn't think of until just now. But I'm original like that. I try and remind G his is in December. He pretends not to hear me.

So yeah, Immortal Beloved. It might seem weird that I've never seen it before, knowing my heinously uncool Beethoven thing, but I hadn't. It's a good movie and all, but the whole point was apparently to take every fucked up insane cruel bastardly thing the man did during his lifetime and make some idiotic romantic excuse for it. Don't get me wrong, he was a deaf composer trying to hide his deafness... and he was likely deaf because his dad beat the hell out of him when he was a kid. But he was still a cockbag.

I don't mind though. Bad history, but good entertainment. Still, makes Amadeus look like a shining example of accuracy by comparison.
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she believes in everything [Jul. 18th, 2009|11:10 am]
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Dana, Sean, and Ruari left this morning around 9 (they went into the District to see the WWII memorial, couldn't find parking, and so drove out to Jefferson Memorial and sent me a picture of them on the steps. Eeee!). It was so much awesome having them here.

Those of you who do not have twitter, you can see the abbreviated story of my weekend with

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Also, I saw Harry Potter, which was awesome. Lots of differences from the book, so Dana was aggravated, but that's why I didn't re-read the book before seeing it! Ha!

(Draco and Snape!!! Eeeeeeeee!!!)

Right, I'm done with the exclamation points now. Really.

Catching up on life. I will be with you directly.

(Also, someone for whom I have mad respect/love said too nice things about me today. Cate Gardner is so effing sweet. I just needed to tell that to someone. You're it.)
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ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl [May. 29th, 2009|01:08 pm]
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Okay I lied.

I didn't fix 9 yesterday. I came home with a giant slice of veggie pizza and a six of Newcastle after dropping Balaji off at the Metro (he car pools with some dude to Duke), ready to work. Then halfway through the six I was somehow on the couch watching Henry V, and the pizza was gone. That was fun! So I just finished the rest of the six (plus a few more) and ended up bending John's ear about Dart, Quinn, Polly, Paul, and my general plans for Prostitute Zombie in Philly to follow. And flower golems. Then I gushed at Reenie about Connor's duster in Freakangels. Oh dear.

S'okay though, I actually feel better today than I have in a while (could the phlegm be moving out?! YAY!), so I'm about to get started right now. As in really right now instead of, vaguely some time today. Once I get this first changey bit worked out, I'll be good to go.

ETA: Also, it looks like they're going to name the baby Shristhi. So cute! And she has so much hair! What's up with white babies being so damn bald? Babies look much less alien-ish with a nice head of hair.
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but still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you [May. 9th, 2009|06:13 pm]
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Holy Trek Movie, Batman.

So for anyone keeping score at home, that's Franz Ferdinand ass-shaking awesome, Wolverine with Action BabyGambit (and company who actually cared, for both of those!), and Trek. Trek beyond my wildest dreams and expectations.

No really, I can't express how cool it is. Go see it. That is how you make a fucking sci-fi movie.

I am pretty much having the best weekend ever.

And tonight: FONDUE!
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you've been in the house too long, she said [Mar. 26th, 2009|09:57 pm]
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Two things have happened since that last post.

1. I watched Atonement. I think it's a testament to how fucking excited I am about Primal Scream that that movie failed to bring me down, because dude, that's brutal! Awesome score, though.

2. Watching The Tudors reruns on Showtime, I saw the ad that said the new season starts Apr 5. EEEEEEEEEEEE!!

I'll miss Anne though. She was fucking hot. S'okay though, he hasn't killed Brandon yet, who is the second hottest on the show. I'll take it.

ETA: Also watched Juno. That's a weird fucking experience if you watch Arrested Development, man. Jason Bateman can't NOT be Michael Cena's dad...
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I said, "listen up man, they don't even know you're born" [Mar. 13th, 2009|05:40 pm]
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Nothing done apart from a bloggy post today, and I'm glad of it. I'm belligerent, but in a happy way. This will make sense if you know me, and if you do not will sound like I don't know the meaning of the word "belligerent". I admit that the latter crowd seem to have an airtight case against me. But they don't know me.

This makes me want a drink, but I still hold out some hope of editing later this evening, and I know if I pour a G&T I won't be able to hold to just one. Then again, the night is young.

I really hope they have 28 Days Later on demand right now-- it's not streaming on Netflix and I have a serious urge. But the real question is:

Why don't I own it?

Mysteries of the universe, my friends.
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rock n roll is our epiphany [Mar. 13th, 2009|03:45 am]
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So I fucking love The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor. And today's poem, for ye olde Friday the 13th, seemed like something I could use here on occasion.

The Meaning of Life
by Nancy Fitzgerald

There is a moment just before
a dog vomits when its stomach
heaves dry, pumping what's deep
inside the belly to the mouth.
If you are fast you can grab
her by the collar and shove her
out the door, avoid the slimy bile,
hunks of half chewed food
from landing on the floor.
You must be quick, decisive,
controlled, and if you miss
the cue and the dog erupts
en route, you must forgive
her quickly and give yourself
to scrubbing up the mess.

Most of what I have learned
in life leads back to this.

It's 3.46 AM and I don't know if I can go to sleep yet because I really need to finish my book.

... only I don't own the second one yet. I'd better order it. Yesterday. Damn your addictive historical fiction, Irene!

If you call me you now have three options for an answer tone. The old ones were Kasabian's Reason is Treason and Mozart's Overture to The Marriage of Figaro, both of which are still there. Newly added this evening: Interpol - Evil. It's like a little game of roulette every time you call me. Possibly even Russia roulette, if one of those is particularly upsetting to you.

Depending on who you are, I might hear various interesting things on my end as well. I have this phone that's smarter than me and I use it for ringtones that sound nice and emailing/surfing the web when I'm away from home. And that is it. Kinda sad really.

I watched Walk Hard today. And laughed a lot. There is definitely something wrong with me. Or the 13 year old boy that lives in my head...

Y'all have one too, so don't even pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.
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she sniffs it through a cane on a supersonic train [Mar. 7th, 2009|06:58 pm]
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People could, and have, and will continue to find a million and one little nitpicky reasons to bitch about Watchmen, but I thought it was a good movie. Maybe I'm just not a purist because I only read it like six years ago for the first time and some of these people were reading Alan Moore when I was still learning how to tie my shoes, etc. etc. But it was actually worth $9, and really there's not a better stamp of approval than being willing to shell out cold hard cash for something, is there? No, not in this country.

NO SPOILERS, so don't worry, but the only thing I really wasn't into that isn't totally nitpicky stupidity was Ozymandias, who was pretty underwhelming for many reasons. I really love him in the book (no surprises there), though not as much as Rorschach. Who was pretty fucking awesome, and ultimately satisfying. (Oh my god, where did they find someone who actually LOOKS LIKE RORSCHACH? Also: Laurie looks so much like [info]dejenerate. Seriously, it weirded me out for like the first half hour.)

In other good news, we took the first apartment we saw, and we get it the last week in April, so HELL YES. It's in our old neighborhood in Pentagon City (next door to our old apartment, acutally), which is what Balaji wanted, and it has a completely new kitchen, which is what I wanted. And by kitchen I mean little hallway attached to the living room area, of course. It's smaller than what we have now, but has lots of closets and a big old built in bookshelf in the hallway. And it looks out over the park off Army-Navy where I used to go for walks and listen to Schubert.

So I'm back to a two-bedroom that costs almost twice what a whole house cost us in Cleveland. But... god. Yay. We did the responsible thing this year, we're on good footing. It's totally time.

Busy Saturday though. Balaji leaves tomorrow afternoon for Durham for the week, so it'll be... you know. Back to "work", as we call it.
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reading forwards from my mirror to my heart [Feb. 24th, 2009|03:02 am]
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I didn't do a damn thing today. Well no, I did a bit, but it was administrative in nature. Balaji's off for a few days as of tomorrow afternoon, and for some reason when he's about to leave I never get as much done.

I still somehow forgot to eat all day and ended up eating an ENTIRE Chipotle burrito for dinner as a consequence. And we finished watching Frankenstein: The True Story, which I saw for the first time strung out on vicodin at my parents' and thought was the coolest shit ever. Turns out it's pretty decent even when you're not all relaaaaaaxed. It has James Mason in it (I always hear Eddie Izzard's impression of him when he opens his mouth, and probably will forever now) and that guy who played Romeo in the Zeferelli Romeo and Juliet, mostly memorable for the fact that my Freshman English teacher covered his bare ass with a fan when we watched it in class. (But she looked herself. We were rather annoyed. Incidentally this is the English teacher who's good friends with my parents and comes to Thanksgiving and such with us. She rules.)

These days I can't help but think over and over, "My god, he's so like Tom Chaplin, but kind of cute." And I need to go and listen to Perfect Symmetry again.

Now I need to find the other 70s Frankenstein. The one that completely massacres the story and has Dr. Frankenstein getting crazy amounts of play.

No really, it's RESEARCH. Not quite as great as blood smiley faces, but pretty good man. I'm cutting out the Regency stuff for a moment for a foray into 16th century Scotland, though. Then I'll go right back. But I'm so excited to write something where the men wear neck cloths. (And dig up dead bodies regularly. Speaking of which, those are other books I must read!)

This alone should be enough to get me moving on my edits. So I'm finally going to pass out with that as my last coherent thought, I think, and after I've seen my husband off, it's on.
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half nelson, full nelson, willy nelson-- willy nelson [Feb. 7th, 2009|05:05 pm]

Coraline pretty much rules.

I was very impressed with the toughness of kids in Fairfax. Only one started crying the whole time, and from the sound of the cries it was a very young one indeed. Kids are so much tougher than grownups about these things, because that was some scary shit.
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the infrastructure will collapse [Feb. 4th, 2009|09:21 am]
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I went to bed last night curled up in a ball with horrific stomach cramps. (Don't worry, I'm not getting girly on you-- they were intestinal... not that that's much better, but whatever.) I wasn't even sick, no puking or anything, but it must've been food poisoning from the fried rice (which I made-- sad, I don't even have anyone else to blame. Thank god Bala didn't eat it though, he's still fighting a horrific cold.). This morning it's still a bit dodgy down there but I guess I slept the worst of it off. Which is good because dude. For two hours, just pure ouch.

I'm falling apart again. And I was doing so well!

Of course that also meant I fell asleep (thank god) early, around 11, so I got up at like 8. Fuck this shit! I'm useless until at least 11am, so I'm sat here staring at the computer unable to concentrate (and a bit queasy, though I have been for a few days now anyhow-- not sure if it's just the same old or leftover pain.). Awesome.

Okay let me complain some. First, about The Dutchess. You know what, that might've been an okay movie. If someone who could act had played the titular role, anyhow.

Seriously, Kiera Knightley cannot act. I like to look at her, she has a really interesting face, but seriously could she be a more shallow fucking actress? I mean it was a movie that revolved around a strong, sometimes selfish, sometimes sacrificing, really interesting woman... and she made it boring. Just like she did, somehow, though god knows, with Lizzy Bennett-- one of the LEAST BORING female characters EVER WRITTEN. So I don't know why I'm shocked.

Mostly, I'm just shocked that she keeps getting these parts.

And then you have Ralph Fiennes who makes his loathsome Duke somehow utterly sympathetic with 1/15th the screen time and dialog. Seriously, they shouldn't even be on the screen together. It's so wrong.

Also, what's up with that little troll-looking kid being in everything nowadays? The one who played Willoughby in Sense and Sensibility (the good one, the miniseries), and was the husband-to-be in Mamma Mia!, you know the one. He looks like he's 12. How is this sexy? He was Charles Gray (the LOVER) in The Dutchess and he was good and all, but dude. Not cute. Well no, cute-- cute like a 12 year old.

The reason I noticed was because I watched all those on the flights. Those and like 20 others. Good times, but I was too tired to read and not tired enough to pass out. As usual.

Hmm maybe I need a cup of tea and then I'll be able to start working. Yeah. That'd be great.
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[Dec. 10th, 2008|03:09 pm]
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I just posted this on my goofy ass author blog, but I need to share it here since so many of you will want to waste time on this as well.

I just made this:

My favorite Oscar Wilde exchange, which is saying a lot-- it's from Lady Windermere's Fan, if you've somehow missed that in my repeated rants about him.

xtranormal.com. You know you want to.
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