July 31, 2003
Here's what I learned...
...in my afternoon's research on the cait sidhe/grimalkin/cat fairies:
-Cait Sidhe is a character in a Final Fantasy game
-Someone with the handle Cait Sidhe has a Buckaroo Banzai fanfic site that's linked all over the web
-Cait sidhe are a monster in Dark Age of Camelot (how come I didn't know this before?)
-Someone I used to staff with on Emerald Dreams wrote up Grimalkin as a homebrew Changeling kith
-Cait sidhe are also known as grimalkin and are shape-shifting cat fairies who have feline traits in their humanoid form (which I knew when I started)
And of course, neither of my fairy books are any help either--except to confirm that I did in fact, unconsciously or accidentally, nail the typical description of a Black Dog/Gytrash/Cu Sith without looking anything up. However, I plan to give Spirits, Fairies, Gnomes, and Goblins a more thorough going over soon, some of what I read in there got some wheels turning in my head.
Word count? Well... yeah. Not so much this afternoon either. Putting the books away right now and opening up Word even as I type this.
I did, in fact, go to the library, where I picked up two of the four books on fairies that I'd requested via inter-library loan. Also found a book called Self-Editing for the Fiction Writer that piqued my interest. However, I also walked out with Anthony Burgess's A Dead Man in Deptford (a novel about Christopher Marlowe) and William Shakespeare: A Popular Life by Garry O'Connor, largely because reading
Oh yeah, the scratchy throat is still around, but I feel much less blah than I did this morning. Go me.
I feel dirty now.
Okay... it's official. After spending the last half an hour trapped by Fandom Wank, I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that fandom scares me. I have a horrible feeling that there was Pirates of the Caribbean slashfic before the movie ever came out--like as soon as the teenie fandom world learned that Orlando Bloom was starring in it with Johnny Depp.
Poor guys. You have to wonder what some of these stars (especially all the LOTR guys in particular) think about the fact that thousands of women get off on imagining them having gay sex with each other. I mean, I knew there was a lot out there, but... gah.
Okay. Going to the library now. I swear.
Feeling very blah today, which does not look promising in terms of how much work I want to get done. It's not that I'm sick, exactly. I'm just on that edge of being sick. My sinuses are almost cement-filled, but not quite. My head is almost pounding. My throat is almost sore. I'm almost listless.
I hate this. See, if I'm going to get sick, I want to just get sick already and get it over with. None of this feeling crappy for a couple of days. When you're sick, you have an excuse for not doing things. When you're just kinda blah, you have to keep pushing on anyway. I really just kinda wanna curl up on the couch with a comforter and a movie or three, but I don't quite feel bad enough to justify that.
Ah well, back to work.
Stephen Dorff is So. Very. Pretty. Is it so wrong of me that I every time I see Blade I can't help but root for Deacon Frost? Just a little?
In other (non-hormonal) news, I woke up this morning with a scratchy throat that's gotten steadily scratchier as the day has gone on. Granted, singing along to the radio this afternoon while I was driving around may have been a mistake. I was doing just fine until I got to the last wailing note of "Heartbreaker". A word of advice: don't try to imitate Pat Benatar if you think you're developing a cold. Ow. Ow ow ow ow.
Going to bed now, in hopes of yummy vampire dreams and a less scratchy throat in the morning.
July 30, 2003
I've been a big weepy baby for about the past 24 hours. Not depressed, precisely, but the slightest little thing sends me weeping for the Kleenex box. Watching "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" last night, the straight guy they made over proposed to his girlfriend. I bawled. Watching a silly but fun 1940s swashbuckler last night, I got weepy during the happy ending (At Sword's Point, for the curious, notable not only because it was fun but because Maureen O'Hara held her own in every sword fight she was in, and was definitely not a typical 1940s movie heroine--take that, Catherine Zeta Jones!).
I've been touchy and cranky and generally misanthropic for days. I'd say it was PMS but there's no rhyme or reason to my menstrual cycle at all. I don't think that's it, but who knows? And this afternoon I spent some serious quality time with a potato chip bag, also suggesting PMS, or something else requring salty comfort food. Dude, I don't know. I just live in this body, it doesn't tell me what's going on half the time. I was up too late last night as well (see above, re: At Sword's Point).
The only time I've been completely content is when writing. Go figure.
Starting to think all I can do is wait until the storm blows over. I'll be glad to see it go. Getting a little tired of bursting into tears for no good reason.
July 29, 2003
Today was a pretty good day overall. Writing went well. I managed 2,000 words yet again today, go me. I still have high hopes to have a finished first draft by Labor Day.
And speaking of Labor Day, Mom and I had a talk the other night, about my writing, about the money situation here, about things in general. I am officially a full-time writer until after Labor Day, hence the added push to finish a first draft of The Exile's Daughter by then. When am I ever going to have an opportunity like this again--at least, until I manage to start selling books? ;)
This isn't just because of my writing, of course. I'm also hanging on to make sure that I'm as well as I seem to be lately. I still have occasional trouble sleeping. Some days are better than others, and lately, most of them are pretty damn good. Still, I want to be sure that this isn't a temporary "just moved" sort of honeymoon period.
Also went and got my car registration renewed and my address changed on my driver's license and all of that good overdue stuff. Which means that I was back in my hometown today, since it's the closest Secretary of State's office. I drove around a bit, and got a little bit melancholy. A lot has changed in Brighton. A lot. There may be a longer journal entry to come, I'm turning a few things over in my head. Is it possible for a place to have a ghost? I don't mean like a human spirit, but like, an actual building that's no longer there--dead, in a way--leaving behind a trace of what once was.
And finally, I think I have a new favorite TV show. I watched an episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy (also known as Gay Guy in the Eye around
I know, I know...
I got yelled at yesterday for updating so much... but is it wrong that I'm incredibly amused that Word just autocorrected 'droids' to 'druids'? Especially since I'm writing urban fantasy?
Somehow "these aren't the druids you're looking for" has a whole different connotation. (Don't ask why that phrase is in the manuscript. It just is.)
July 28, 2003
This can't be a good sign. My desktop's monitor is dying a slow and horrible death (it flickered and went out for several seconds at a time this afternoon) so I switched to my laptop--only to notice that the fan has developed a disturbingly death-rattle-like buzz. The computer gods are not pleased with me at the moment, clearly.
July 27, 2003
The Artist Formerly Known As...
Heh. So I took this version of the Ennegram again, and discovered that this time I'm a 4, the Artist or Romantic. I've never gotten the same result twice on that test, whereas for the Myers-Briggs or Kiersey, I'm always INFP.
The Romantic (the Four)
Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.
How to Get Along with Me
-Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.
-Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.
-Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.
-Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.
-Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting!
What I Like About Being a Four
-my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level
-my ability to establish warm connections with people
-admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life
-my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor
-being unique and being seen as unique by others
-having aesthetic sensibilities
-being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me
What's Hard About Being a Four
-experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair
-feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved
-feeling guilty when I disappoint people
-feeling hurt or attacked when someone misunderstands me
-expecting too much from myself and life
-fearing being abandoned
-obsessing over resentments
-longing for what I don't have
Fours as Children Often
-have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games
-are very sensitive
-feel that they don't fit in
-believe they are missing something that other people have
-attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.
-become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood
-feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)
Fours as Parents
-help their children become who they really are
-support their children's creativity and originality
-are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings
-are sometimes overly critical or overly protective
-are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed
July 26, 2003
Today was one of those
Today was one of those wonderfully fantabulous days, laid back and relaxed and just fun, with lots of munchies and girl talk and a general sense of well being. Today was Estrogen Movie Fest with
Oh, there was also the bit about looking over my wedding pictures (my 12th anniversary would've been tomorrow, dear lord) and my mom threatening to bring out baby pictures. Thankfully, she didn't. The wedding pictures were embarrassing enough. :)
Unfortunately, I haven't written a word all day, except for this journal entry. I'm feeling a little bit guilty, but not horribly so. I was due for a day off, I think, after two weeks of not missing a day. I feel tired but recharged. Sometimes girl talk is good for the soul, I think.
Unlike my Food-Eating Battle Monkey, this one doesn't suck
July 25, 2003
So, there was a knock
So, there was a knock at the door a few minutes ago. The guy standing there looks harmless, so I answer it.
Guy: Hi! I was just wondering, have you ever been on a really big picnic?
Guy: A picnic!
Me: Uh, yeah...
Guy: High-five! (He raises his hand. I look at it then look back at him.) Hi, my name's Dwayne and you are...?
Me: ...wondering why you're at my door.
Guy: Oh, well see, I'm offering a chance for this big contest...
Me: Sorry, not interested.
I closed the door. He said something after that, but I didn't hear it. It sounded like something fairly smart-assy.
July 24, 2003
The next time you decide
The next time you decide to tease me with a joke about seal-clubbing, remember this.
Don't fuck with the seals, man. They'll kill ya.
Changing of the guard
Have officially changed laptop background from The Two Towers to Return of the King. Did same thing about this time last year, from Fellowship to TTT.
Will be sad next year, when there is no new LOTR movie to anticipate.
July 23, 2003
I got a favor to ask...
I know several of y'all either live or have lived in North Carolina. I'm wanting to start collecting and looking into local legends, stories, myths, what have you. Also, if anyone knows of a good place to start researching small town history, particularly on the coastal region of NC, could you let me know?
Why yes, I do have a reason for asking. ;)
Why I hate Wednesdays: It's lawn mowing day at the apartment complex. Which means that from the hours between 9 and about 11 am I can't hear myself think for the army of riding lawnmowers rocketing back and forth right outside my window. This makes working nearly impossible. And also, breathing becomes a pain in the ass. Maybe I have worse allergies than I thought.
Why I love Wednesdays: Write Club.Where I probably won't make up the work I'm missing due to the landscaping going on two feet from my head, but at least I'll have a sympathetic audience to bitch to about it. ;)
July 22, 2003
And to think I guessed... ;)
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"And really bad eggs..."
Have you ever loved a movie so much you wanted to just pack up and move in? Just, you know, live in the middle of the movie. I do it all the time. The first time I remembered it happening was probably with Star Wars. Then again with E.T. I just loved the characters so much I wanted them around all the time. Most recently it's happened with The Lord of the Rings movies, and now? Pirates of the Caribbean.
I realized, walking out of the movie theater after seeing it for the second time yesterday, what exactly it is I want to do with my writing. I want that. I want people to want to move in to my books and live there. I want to create characters--hell, I'd be happy if I just managed ONE character--that're so memorable, so alive, that they grow beyond whatever story they're in. I think there's some potential in the novel I'm working on now. A couple of the characters are fairly leaping off the page and grabbing me by the collar.
But there's one problem. You can't just create amazingly interesting characters and toss them out on an empty stage and just let them stand there and be admired. That's where I fall short. That's my weakness. I can provide set dressing and props, but very often I run into problems giving my characters something to do. I can pick up every single nuance of a character, but miss plotholes you could drive a truck through. Even when analyzing someone else's plot, I miss it. Ask me sometime why, to use Pirates as an example, I thought that Will and Jack were brothers. (The short answer: because I ignored a major plot point and jumped to an illogical conclusion.)
It's frustrating, to say the least. And I don't know how to fix it, save through just doing it. Analyzing plot. Mine. Other people's. I can recognize when something is tight, when all the pieces fit together neatly, and I am always in awe of it. I just can't manage to DO it. It's better with this novel than the earlier ones. The outline is helping immeasurably.
I'm just frustrated. I'm at the point where I can see the weaknesses in everything I do, but not always how to fix them. And now that I realize where it is I'm trying to go, it's doubly irritating to keep having to double back and retrace my steps.
My energy is flagging today. All I want to do is crawl back into bed or curl up on the couch and watch a movie. I'm trying to hang in there though, use some of this wacky self-discipline stuff I've been trying to develop. It's not so much that the writing is going bad this morning, it's just not coming easy, and I'm feeling lazy.
But see, the thing is, the problem with self-identifying as a full-time novelist (even if it's only until I find another job) is that you have to actually write full time. Whether you feel like it or not. Just like any other job.
I had some interesting realizations about me and writing yesterday afternoon, but never had time to post them. I'll post later this afternoon, cause right now all I'm doing is procrastinating, and I've got a new chapter to start over in Word.
July 20, 2003
"Choose three movies from your personal library that as a set of three would allow most of your friends to guess with reasonable certainty that they came from your house, and explain why if necessary. The aim is to pick movies if possible such that any two of the three don't necessarily uniquely define you."
So. Hrm. My three:
If you have to ask why those movies define me, then you clearly don't know me. ;)
As a note, MTV's new
As a note, MTV's new Spider-Man cartoon is surprisingly good. I like the animation, sorta chunky and fluid at the same time. And the voice casting is neat too, even if, as
I go sleep now, because I am lame.
July 17, 2003
Of course I am...?
Take the 'Which "Pirates of the Caribbean" Character Are You' quiz here.
July 16, 2003
"But I'm not soliciting. I'd get arrested for that."
Life, I have to say, is very very good at the moment. Mom is on vacation this week, so we've been doing some basic errands and stuff like that, but it's been fun. Yesterday we finally did the last of the major apartment decorating that was left, by getting curtains for all three bedrooms, and getting new comforter and sheet sets for both beds. And last night and today is all about hanging up the last couple of pictures. I keep saying it, but I swear, I do need to get pictures of this place and put them up. It's gorgeous. Assuming of course, you keep in mind that no men live here--it's all very feminine. ;)
I was going to write all about the guy who was hitting on me outside of K-Mart last night, but it turned out he was just trying to sell me magazines. (Which is ironic--the subject of this post is a direct quote.) He was, however, exceptionally cute, funny, and clever--so much so that he damn near got me to part with $20 I really couldn't afford. Sample of the exchange:
Him: (apologizing for being pretty blunt in his flirting) Sorry, I'm just a walking ball of hormones.
Me: How old are you?
Me: That's why you're a walking ball of hormones.
It was a very Sorkin-esque conversation with that rapid-fire, witty delivery. (Thereby disproving the notion that some folks have--not naming names--that nobody talks like that in real life!) I would have enjoyed it immensely more if there hadn't been an ulterior motive behind it. Then again, most of Sorkin's conversations seem to have ulterior motives behind them too...
July 14, 2003
Focus, what's that?
Well, as demonstrated by my puny, rapid fire LJ posts so far, I am ADD girl today, apparently. I've been trying to write for an hour and a half, and I want to. I even have an idea of what I'm doing right now, but I can't seem to concentrate long enough to get more than a few hundred words out at a time. Of course, the good news is I adore my new character (this has the danger of turning into a Sara situation from The Host, i.e., a spontaneous minor character suddenly becomes the star of the novel). The bad news is, he's so damn hyper that he's hard to write. If I were going to make him a Changeling character, he'd definitely have the Wyld Mind flaw, and he's rubbing off on me.
Of course, I'm also blaming the cats for waking me up an hour early this morning. A nap is soooooo tempting right now...
Pooka clearly thinks that I am a pirate and that she is a parrot. Over the past several days, her new seat of choice has been on my left shoulder. This would not be a problem if she didn't weigh twelve pounds and have issues balancing on my shoulder, necessitating the use of claws. Ow.
July 13, 2003
Staying home today was a very very good decision. I lazed, I spent some time with Mom, but mostly? I wrote. I wrote my ass off, managing my first 2,000-word day probably since the last time I did NaNoWriMo. For that matter, I don't know if I had a 2,000-word day last November either. I feel productive, but more importantly, I feel really excited about this novel.
Oh, and I watched "An American in Paris" while I was having lunch. I hadn't seen it in ages, although I saw "Singin' in the Rain" just a few weeks ago. Gene Kelly was a god, that's all there is to it.
The weekend so far...
Busy busy busy, but lots of fun. Friday was gaming with Dawn and Jason and Bill and Joelle--7th Sea. We managed to deftly escape the evil pirate's hidden secret island without bringing down the wrath of his descendant on our head, which is good since he outgunned us and could outrun our ship. Trickery is always a useful thing.
Of course, the most amusing part of the game was when there was a thump from Justin's bedroom. "Hm, sounds like the cats are hitting Justin's door." A few seconds later Justin, who sleeps in a crib, appeared in the living room with a gigantic grin on his face. "Hi Momma!" Dawn and Jason, needless to say, are not amused.
Today was a lazy morning (supplemented by playing the copy of Warlords 2 I got from
Then we just basically hung out and watched a movie. I'm way more tired than I should be. Tomorrow was supposed to be me going to see Pirates of the Caribbean again with Dawn and Jason, but I'm thinking I'll stay home and be lazy instead. Although I do have every intention of seeing that movie again, and SOON.
Bedtime soon for Lisa. Very very sleepy.
July 10, 2003
Good and bad
Well, it's been an interesting couple of days. I'm going to ignore the bad parts for now. The good part is that I got to go see "Pirates of the Caribbean" today, which was really fantastic. I'd love to see it a few more times. But then, I'm a great big sucker for pirate movies.
The bad stuff... I'm not ready to write about it yet. I'm still processing.
July 08, 2003
1. Are you an innie or an outie?
2. Have you ever worn bell-bottoms?
Yes, and my mother has the pictures. They were green, and had a plaid mushroom applique on them. Gimme a break, I was like 3 at the time.
3. Have you ever written a song?
Yes, as a matter of fact. A choral piece that's even had a public performance or two.
4. Can you make change for a dollar right now?
Yeah, I can.
5. Have you ever been in the opposite sex's public toilet?
Yes, and not even just on accident. Me and mi vida loca.
6. Have you ever smelled your own feet?
7. Do you like catsup on or beside your fries?
8. Can you touch your tongue to your nose?
No, but get close enough and I can touch it to yours.
9. Have you ever been a boy/girl scout?
I was a brownie in the 1st grade, does that count?
10. Have you ever broken a mirror?
A few, yeah.
11. Have you ever put your tongue on a frozen pole?
I did, but I managed to escape.
12. What is your biggest pet peeve?
People online with atrocious, willfully bad spelling and grammar.
13. Do you slurp your drink after it's gone?
Of course. The ice melts into water!
14. Have you ever blown bubbles in your milk?
And got busted for it all the time as a kid.
15. Would you rather eat a Big Mac or a Whopper?
Whopper, no tomato, no onion, cut in half.
16. Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?
Ayup. As an adult, in broad daylight. With about a hundred other people or so.
17. When you are at the grocery store, do you ask for paper or plastic?
Plastic. I'm shamelessly wasteful, and plastic is easier to carry.
18. True or False: You would rather eat steak than pizza.
19. Did you have a baby blanket?
I did, as far as I know, my mom still has it.
20. Have you ever tried to cut your own hair?
Yes. I will never do it again.
21. Have you ever sleepwalked?
Oh hell yes. Used to all the time. Once I nearly walked down to my best friend's house in the middle of the night.
22. Have you ever had a birthday party at McDonalds?
Yup. I forget which one though. 7? 8?
23. Can you flip your eye-lids up?
24. Are you double jointed?
I'm barely single jointed.
25. If you could be any age, what age would you be?
27. I dunno why. Just cause.
26. Have you ever gotten gum stuck in your hair?
Not that I remember, no. Long hair is a relatively recent thing, and I rarely chew gum.
27. Have you ever thrown up after a roller coaster ride?
28. What is your dream car?
I don't think I really have one. Not a totally unrealistic one. I think I want my next car to be a Taurus or something.
29. What is your favorite cartoon of all time?
30. Would you go swimming in shallow waters where, one year earlier, a shark had attacked a child?
32. Have you ever eaten a dog biscuit?
No, but I used to eat dog food as a toddler.
33. If you were in a car sinking in a lake, what would you do first?
34. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
35. Can you pick something up with your toes?
No, I have lame toes.
36. How many remote controls do you have in your house?
37. Have you ever fallen asleep in school?
I was a college student. So, yes.
38. How many times have you flown in an airplane in the last year?
39. How many foreign countries have you visited?
One, if you count Canada.
40. If you were out of shape, would you compete in a triathlon if you were somehow guaranteed to win a big, gaudy medal?
For a freaking medal? Hell no.
41. Would you rather be rich and unhappy, or poor and happy?
I'll take happiness, regardless of financial status.
42. If you fell into quicksand, would you try to swim or try to float?
44. Do you ask for directions when you are lost?
Yeah, if I'm truly lost.
45. Have you ever had a Mexican jumping bean?
Nope. Never even seen one.
46. Are you more like Cinderella or Alice in Wonderland?
Alice. She was more spunky and proactive.
47. Would you rather have an ant farm with no ants or a box of crayons with broken points?
Crayons. Can always draw with the long sides.
48. Do you prefer light or dark bread?
49. Do you prefer scrambled or fried eggs?
Fried, over medium. I want the whites cooked through and the yokes kinda runny.
50. Have you ever been in a car that ran out of gas?
Oh yes. Several times. Because I am a moron.
51. Do you talk in your sleep?
Not as much as I used to. However, the best thing I ever said was to my mom as a child: "Mom, there's a lady in a cookie jar in the toilet!"
52. Would you rather shovel snow or mow the lawn?
Shovel. The sidewalk is smaller than the lawn.
53. Would you rather be bitten by a poisonous snake or constricted by a python?
Poison. At least that way someone might try to suck on it. ;)
54. Have you ever played in the rain?
Oh yes. I should again soon.
55. Which of these do you think is more dangerous: an angry bear or a hungry white shark?
Probably the bear, because I could at least get out of the water to escape the shark.
56. Would you climb a very high tree to save a kitten?
No, because I wouldn't do that to a tree.
57. Can you tell the difference between a crocodile and an alligator?
Not at all.
58. Do you drink pepsi or coke?
Coke! Vanilla Coke!
59. What's your favorite number?
60. If you were a car, would you be an SUV or a sports car?
61. Have you ever accidentally taken something from a hotel?
62. Would you blow your nose at the dinner table?
If it were a choice between that and forcing people to look at my boogery nose? Yes.
63. Have you ever slipped in the bathtub?
Um. Yeah. At least twice. The first time I fainted while taking a shower. The second I just overbalanced and took out the shower curtain as I fell.
64. Do you use regular or deodorant soap?
Deodorant body wash. Yum.
65. Have you ever locked yourself out of the house?
*sigh* Yes, unfortunately.
66. Would you rather make your living as a singing cowboy or as one of the Simpsons voices?
Singing cowboy! I can sing country music pretty well!
67. If you could invite any movie star to your home for dinner, who would it be?
68. Have you ever gotten a truck driver to honk his horn?
69. Which would you rather live with: a huge nose or crossed eyes?
My nose is already kinda big, so... yeah.
70. Would you hang out with someone your best friend didn't like?
Probably, if I liked them.
71. Would you hang out with someone your best friend liked, but you didn't like?
Probably, to be nice.
72. Have you ever returned a gift?
Yes. Who hasn't?
73. Would you give someone else a gift that had been given to you?
I dunno. Maybe.
74. If you could attend an Olympic Event, what would it be?
75. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
That I actually wear? Maybe five.
76. If your grandmother gave you a gift that you already have, would you tell her?
77. Do you sing in the car?
Oh hell yes. As much as possible.
78. Would you rather jump into a dumpster or into a vat of honey?
Depends. If I'm alone? The dumpster. If I have an assistant to help with clean up? Honey.
79. What is your favorite breed of dog?
Golden retriever or cocker spaniel.
80. Would you donate money to feed starving animals in the winter?
81. If you were a bicycle, would you be a stingray or a mountain bike?
I have no idea what the difference is.
82. What is your least favorite fruit?
83. What kind of fruit have you never had?
84. If you won a $5,000 shopping spree to any store, which store would you pick?
Some sort of electronics store, for computers or home theatre stuff or stuff like that.
85. What brand sports apparel do you wear the most?
86. Are/were you a good student?
87. Among your friends, who could you arm wrestle and beat?
I gotta say Julie and Mer, since they're trying to defeat 8 year olds.
88. If you had to choose, what branch of the military would you be in?
I'd go to prison first.
89. Would you ever parachute out of a plane?
Not unless it was crashing and death was imminent.
90. What do you think is your best feature?
My eyes, bright blue.
91. If you were to win a grammy, what kind of music would it be for?
Best Pop Vocal Performance by a Female Artist! ;)
92. What is your favorite season?
93. How many members do you have in your immediate family?
94. Which of the five senses is most important to you?
95. Would you be a more successful painter or singer?
96. How many years will/did you end up going to college?
Oh hell. So far it's been 5.
97. Have you ever had surgery?
Tonsils removed, wisdom teeth extracted, and a very personal and unpleasant inpatient procedure in a very tender spot once.
98. Would you rather be a professional figure skater or professional football player?
99. What do you like to collect?
I swear, I really would read his laundry list...
July 07, 2003
I should go get some cake...
Today was an excellent day all around, really. It wasn't a fancy birthday, but it was a good one. I spent the morning writing, which I seriously love doing, then went to Panera Bread for lunch and to a matinee of The Hulk with some of the money I got for my birthday. When I got home, I goofed off for a bit, then watched Godspell. If Christianity had been presented to me as it is in Godspell, I'd probably still be calling myself a Christian.
The Hulk impressed me more than I thought it would. I now have massive, massive amounts of respect for Ang Lee, who seems to jump from the likes of Sense and Sensibility, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and The Hulk with nimble ease. The Hulk isn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination, and there were lots of times when it seemed like he might've been trying a little too hard, but overall, I really liked it. I loved the stylistic touches, it kinda reminded me of Unbreakable.
And well, as per my last post, I got a novel for my birthday. Which, for all of my bitching about it, really has me excited about writing again.
You say it's your birthday...
Happy birthday to me! And to
July 05, 2003
Independence Day has a whole new meaning...
I don't mean that in a patriotic or national sense at all. There's a new sense of independence at least for the two women living in this house--but damn, do I hope yesterday and today aren't indicative of how we're going to use it...
For the Fourth, Mom and I went over to my aunt and uncle's for a cookout around noon. Unfortunately, at about 12:45, just as my aunt was putting food on the grill, an enormous thunderstorm blew through and threatened to take us with it (this becomes more important later). After a rain delay, we ate about 1:30 or so, and hung around with another aunt and uncle, and one of my cousins.
Well, after we ate, people sat around and started talking, as is pretty common with us, about old family stories and such. I've noticed this happens a lot more since my grandma died. I guess Brenda, my cousin (who's about 16 years older than me) went with my aunt down to the old home place in Kentucky recently. My mom's family comes from a teeny little backwoods holler in eastern Kentucky called Millstone. It's so far back in the mountains, that I can remember visiting there when I was three and discovering there wasn't any indoor plumbing. For a kid who's just been potty-trained, telling you mother you need to go potty and having her take you into the backyard is a mind-blowing experience.
Anyway, Brenda was visiting down there when she was a kid, hanging around with the other cousins her age, and apparently they got bored. They started wondering how deep the outhouse went. So they found some long sticks and decided to find out. Apparently when you stir up a very old outhouse, the results are very unpleasant. And messy. The kids got busted.
The funny thing was, I wanted to lean over and make some joke about stirring shit up, but didn't because my aunt Vera was sitting right next to me, and I couldn't say the word 'shit' in front of her. I found out later, my mom, who was sitting on the other side of Brenda, leaned over and whispered, "So I guess y'all were the original shit-stirrers, weren't you?"
From now on, all either of us has to do is make a reference to stirring shit up, and we both lose it.
So... when we got home, the power was out. Not too surprising, given the major storm that went through. Not such a big deal, except for the heat. We opened the windows and settled down for a wait. And we waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally last night, I realized that with my laptop and dialup, I might be able to at least get some news about when the power might be back, since the power company wasn't taking any calls. Hopped online for a while, then went to bed, expecting the power to be back on this morning.
We ran errands all morning, spending hours buying a computer desk because Brand's Antelope Valley monkeys moved to Ann Arbor and started working for OfficeMax. And the ones who were too stupid to get work there went to work for the power company.
Finally we got home after noon. Still no power.
The afternoon was spent napping like reptiles to avoid the heat. Finally around 8:30 tonight, the power came back on. Mom and I were punchy as hell, that frame of mind where everything is funny. In fact, when I came in from the patio and noticed the power was back on, I told Mom, then mentioned that the refrigerator was running. And she said? Yeah, you guessed it, "Don't let it get away!" And rather than giving her the dirty look she deserved, we both wound up in helpless giggles.
Although, I have to admit, one of the funniest moments this weekend came yesterday. Mom went to Target for some odds and ends while I took a nap. She came home and laughingly told me the following: "Well, as I was walking down the aisle, I passed some fans and thought, 'Hey! Since we don't have air conditioning right now, I'll just go ahead and buy a fan!'"
I can't laugh too hard at her. I kept thinking, "Well since I can't get online, I'll just watch a DVD!" We don't do so well without technology around here...
July 04, 2003
Independence Day, the short version:
Not enough sleep, nifty family cookout (I have new stories to tell about my wacky relatives) marred only by an insane thunderstorm. Power out at home. No AC. V. hot. Laptop + free Juno net access = Lisa's addiction is fed, albeit briefly.
Power should be back tomorrow. Will kill someone if not.
July 03, 2003
That's it, I'm old
So, on the way home from Buffy at Mer's house, I got pulled over by a cop, for the second time in a few months. I was scared to death. Did I get pulled over for speeding? No. I got pulled over for going TOO SLOW. I am officially OLD.
And speaking of Buffy? Funniest session ever. Just continual funny, combined with some really fun in-game stuff going on. Complete with the geekiest out of game side conversation in recorded history. I may post a bit more about it for the gaming filter, but I'm not sure I can do it justice.
July 01, 2003
I laughed so hard I cried
Go, go and watch "Romeo and Juliet for the El33t".
It's long, but good GOD is it funny.
Weird sleep schedule
Apparently six hours of sleep is exactly how much I need right now. For the last week, nearly, I've woken up exactly six hours after I've gone to sleep. Usually, it's about 2am to 8am. Wide awake, no drowsiness. Of course, then after I'm awake a couple of hours, I get sleepy again. I dunno. I'm just glad to be sleeping. In my own bed. In my lovely new home. Yay!