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| Monday, December 28th, 2009 |
vaslittlecrow
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8:17p |
Thanks to the Irish-stereotype that is Lucinda, I colored a cartoon sex-scene green! The worst part: It actually works! D-: |
hummingwolf
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8:11p |
Happy After-Christmas!
Merry Nearly-New Year! I've been bursting with things I want to say, but I suspect there are no words to say them. So take the music of the Nine Inch Nails albums With Teeth and Year Zero but ignore all the lyrics, then add in Sergei Prokofiev's Lt. Kije Suite along with his first and fifth symphonies, and you may get the general idea (though that probably isn't likely). Christmas was excellent! Spent it with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) stardansr, hasufin, an energetic teenage girl, and several cats who can kill you with cuteness or with Kitty Glares of Doom, depending. Food included goose, figgy pudding (which Hasufin was disappointed by, though I liked the bit that I ate), stuffing, squash pie, and the Great Forgotten Mashed Potatoes (which were very tasty). No hallcinogenic cranberry sauce this year, but migraine medications + the comedy programme I'd listened to earlier in the day + the Kitten of Purity, Innocence, and Death all combined to give me a nifty altered state of consciousness. Also found out that several friends had plotted to drag me kicking and screaming into the 21st century. The actual dragging should take place next weekend if all goes well. I love you guys. :-) Post-Christmas: I've spent a lot of time napping, napping, and also napping. Did make the mistake of going to the local mall on Boxing Day evening, which is one of those things you know is a bad idea even before you leave the house. But I needed orange juice! So naturally I dealt with unhappy crowds, bought O.J. and a few other things, walked halfway home and then realized that I'd left the juice behind, walked back to the store, stood in line at the customer service desk, and generally tired myself out more than was absolutely necessary. I do have more to say. If I can find the words, I'll try to say it. Current Mood: indescribable |
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lit_underworld
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5:56p |
Post-holiday sale!
http://literaryunderworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-holiday-sale.html I hope you all had a wonderful holiday with your families, or at least you resisted the urge to strangle your families. If not, please let us know how to raise your bail.In the meantime, the holiday sales are spectacular this year, and who are we to be any different? From now through Jan. 3, LiteraryUnderworld.com is offering FREE SHIPPING* on all orders! If you got a grand-opening code as well, |
cottonmanifesto
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7:38p |
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urbpan
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6:58p |
3:00 snapshot #386
 I made my carbon footprint a little smaller today. (Newer, smaller car.) |
sheherazahde
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6:26p |
"Dream On"
My Favorite Cousin, Christina, put me on to this great half hour comedy. It is bizarre, in a good way. It is about a divorced book editor named Martin. Who grew up watching TV, so all his thoughts are illustrated with clips from old TV shows and movies. We see him deal with family, and friends, and clients. It's funny, and weird. Just my sort of thing. Hulu has the first three seasons. But not the pilot! What is up with that?! Anyway I give it two thumbs up! |
nnnslogan
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4:54p |
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vaslittlecrow
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4:35p |
Ladies and gentlemen... Only one more page to color before Bahktale Vasquez Hates Camello #2 goes to press. Now I need cover art. |
jrittenhouse
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4:35p |
Thanks for the advice....
...on the movie stuff. Mere is resigned to not seeing Sherlock Holmes, and hoped we could see it ourselves, and is probably going to go see Avatar in 3D early on New Year's Day. |
urbpan
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5:22p |
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hai_kah_uhk
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3:18p |
Reasons I haven't installed the baby gate
Reasons I haven't installed the baby gate 1) I can't quite get myself to put screws into the brand shiny new railing at the top of the stairs 2) I'm sorta hoping the husband will do it 3) I'm beat! Wiped! Burnt out like a busted incandescent lightbulb! Like a slice of bread in a toaster with a stuck popping mechanism. Like a bit of space jetsam that's been hit with a solar flare. Foom That's me. Guess I'll go take the kiddo for a walk, because even though I'm more toasted than Wile E. Coyote at the end of the ACME strap-on rocket scene, I still ate an ungodly amount of chocolate and leftover cookies, and there's nothing else to do around here. |
nnnslogan
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2:15p |
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saraphina_marie
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1:58p |
Home in Nashville
I am BEAT! And the house is a mess- not surprising. Three dogs and housesitter. Thus far I have cleaned the futon- which took about an hour and a half to remove the covers and wash them and spot clean the mattress etc. Three dogs. Yup. Also have cleaned half the kitchen and fixed (and eaten) lunch. The bedroom is next. Three dogs- the bed is a wreck! So now to put the bedding in the washer and hunt down the vacuum cleaner's belt. The glamorous life of an author, no? Also, a nap is in the plans as soon as I get to a stopping point. Yay, after-vacation blues, now with BONUS! housecleaning! Current Mood:  blahCurrent Music: Anthony Bourdain marathon |
nnnslogan
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1:56p |
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seanpatfannon
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1:54p |
Soooo...
Yeah, in case anyone's still reading this at all, please accept my humble apologies. I've pretty much abandoned LiveJournal. All I have time for is Facebook, and it's doing what I need for the most part. Combine that with my (hopefully) upcoming radio show and the accompanying video blog that I'll be doing through Livestream, and that's about all the social networking I can manage anymore. My Shaintar muse is kicking my ass, and I am getting a lot of writing done. The day job with OneBookShelf continues to be the dominating force of my days. And I am building my new life with my new family as we enter 2010. So, yeah. I'm not shutting this down, but I really don't expect to be doing much posting here. Come find me on Facebook, gang. Cheers! |
nnnslogan
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1:49p |
Religious extremists against health care reform... praying...
Since I'm sure a rational argument will fail here, I'll use the biblical argument against this kind of public display of prayer. Matthew 6:5 - 7 5 And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward. 6 But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly. 7 But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen [do]: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking. Matthew 14:23 23 And when he had sent the multitudes away, he went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when the evening was come, he was there alone. Matthew 26:36 36. Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemane, and saith unto the disciples, Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder. Mark 1:35 35 And in the morning, rising up a great while before day, he went out, and departed into a solitary place, and there prayed. Mark 6:46 46 And when he had sent them away, he departed into a mountain to pray. Luke 5:16 16 And he withdrew himself into the wilderness, and prayed. Luke 9:18 18. And it came to pass, as he was alone praying, his disciples were with him: and he asked them, saying, Whom say the people that I am? Luke 22:45 45 And when he rose up from prayer, and was come to his disciples, he found them sleeping for sorrow, |
wickedfaire
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2:26p |
Pass around the net .
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jennreese
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12:20p |
Cooking, Baking, Eating
Faced with hiatus (more time, but no money), I thought, “Hey! Cooking! I should, like, try some of that!”
Of course, when actually faced with the prospect of cooking, all of the recipes I’ve been drooling over for months (on tv, in friends’ blogs, in books) suddenly vanish from my brain, and I’m left staring around the kitchen dumbfounded, trying to make a shopping list.
In the end, I made “Gnutmeg Gnocchi on Spinach” from the Cooking with Trader Joe’s blog. (My awesome new display dish — an almost indestructible Le Creuset wok serving dish — was a Christmas present from Chris’ brother, and I love it! You’ll be seeing it often, I think. Thanks, Alex!)
( Read the rest of this entry » )Originally published at jennreese.com. You can comment here or there. |
hai_kah_uhk
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2:23p |
Riley is a little lovemuffin. We're keeping her in the basement, where her litter box is, rather than keep her in the kitten room and then move her litter box downstairs later. Trixie had the eternally shifting litter box, and we all know how well that worked out. The basement is a little chilly, however. In trying to warm things up down there, I opened the basement door while I was baking. Riley sat at the top of the stairs and stared at me. She did a tiny bit of exploring, but a hiss from Melody sent her back into the stairwell to stay. This LJ post is tortured - I wrote the first paragraph on Christmas Eve and the second on the 25th. Now it's already the 28th. Melody is still hissing away at Riley - I have never heard a cat hiss so much. Riley has gradually discovered that Melody is otherwise no threat, and she's continuing the process of moving into the house and owning it for herself. She played with the Christmas tree last night (eeeek!) and shredded part of the new Oriental rug. Somebody needs her claws clipped! Riley has extraordinarily long, sharp claws. Christmas itself was pleasant, maybe the first Christmas in many years I enjoyed more than I dreaded. But with all the family visits, it just went ooonnnnnn aaaannnnndddd ooonnnnnnnn. Gah. And we still have two more boardgame parties at our house. Burnout, yeah. I'm working today. At least until AwesomeCloud wakes up from his nap. shaharazad coined a new holiday term - "power creep." It refers to the tendency of gift-giving to grow bigger and more elaborate as time goes on. We have vowed to avoid power creep. But doesn't everyone? Our gift exchange at home was delightfully understated, but we went to four other family gift exchanges, and the total mound of toys and clothes is quite large. We are hoping that, since AwesomeCloud just joined the family, it was an introductory lavishing of gifts and he will get fewer next year. I'm grateful for everything, though, and it'll be summertime before I'll have to buy him more clothes. |
nnnslogan
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1:10p |
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takaal
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1:51p |
Movie Reviews. As usual, I don't see it unless I'm prett y sure I'll like it.
1. Sherlock Holmes: see it. Srsly, it rocked. (Also keep typing "Sherlock Homes" - there's gotta be a spoof out there already, right?) I'll be owning this one when it's available. And seeing it again this weekend. (And really - it's a lot closer to the actual stories than most of the movie portrayals. Minus the explosions... although...) 2. Avatar: Cameron does it again. MUST see in 3-D. Warning: if any part of your childhood was dedicated to the dream that you'd someday be an eight-foot tall blue cat-warrior, it's more than slightly disturbing. But it totally rocks. Don't know if I'll get it on DVD, but I'll be getting the soundtrack. And this, when they finally decide what it actually looks like. Anyone catch "It's Complicated"? Worth it? |
sarah_prineas
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12:37p |
Cats are Like Throw Pillows
Or, How I Became a Dog Person (part one of three) # You know how it goes. There are cat people and there are dog people. When I was a kid growing up, we had dogs—an Irish setter, then a series of Gordon setters; more recently my parents have switched to English setters. Let me tell you something about setters. Apologies to the setter-lovers reading this, but they are dumb dogs. Goofy, sweet, obstreperous, loyal, and dumb. Oh, and slobbery. They come up to you to get a pat, and they leave a smear of dog-drool across your jeans. They bark at Scary Noises in the woods. Deer? Coyote? Chipmunk? Who knows? Bark-bark-bark. They love everybody, indiscriminately, even criminals. When I was 12, one of our setters let thieves walk in under his very nose to steal our bikes out of the garage. So anyway, I grew up with these dumb setters. My sisters and mom always enjoyed the dogs more than I did, so once I got out on my own I wasn’t surprised to find that I was really a cat person. According to my daughter, who is a committed cat person, cats are the superior animal, independent yet cuddly, low-maintenance, so cute with the pawsitude, and pretty, especially when they stare at you with those vacuous eyes… Really, there’s nothing quite as nice as sitting down to read with a cup of hot tea and a warm cat purring on your lap. There’s a cat snuggled up next to me right now, and not only is she purring, she matches the color scheme of my living room. So nice. Then things changed. I quit my dayjob to be a full-time writer, which meant I was spending most of my work hours home alone. The cats were nice to have around, but they’re basically not all that interactive. My husband and I joke that we could stuff our cat Feather and put in a little purr motor and a plug, and it’d be the same as having a live cat, minus the litter box. So I started thinking about dogs. Only in a desultory way. My life is pretty busy, and anyway, I wasn’t sure I had room in my shriveled little heart for another creature, especially a slobbery one. But I started cruising the animal shelter website, just to see if the right dog would come along. It didn’t, for a long time. Then I saw a cutie. Brown lab mix called Rusty, a nice looking boy who got along with cats. When my son and I went over to the shelter to meet him, we found that he’d already been adopted. Alas! The shelter workers suggested we page through the book of adoptable dogs, so we did. The last page was the description and temperament evaluation of a young female Rottweiler. A Rottweiler? No. Rottweilers are attack dogs! They bite! They bark! Our stupid idiot former-felon ex-neighbor had a part-Rottweiler who was mean and untrained and knocked my son down. We put a fence up to keep that dog out of our yard! We were not getting a Rottweiler. Still, the papers said this particular Rottweiler was very nice, and what the heck, we’d driven all the way out there, so we asked the shelter guy to get her out for us to meet. It was love at first sight. She came out, and I knew, right there, that she was my dog, the Best Dog in the World, and that I had really been a dog person all along. (to be continued) # You know what I mean about this cat person/dog person thing? Which are you? |
seanan_mcguire
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10:06a |
Bits and bobs for a December morning.
First off, huge, huge thanks to everyone who came to the show at the Wayward Coffeehouse. We'd been somewhat concerned that we wouldn't be able to drum up an audience, it being Boxing Day and all, so imagine our delight when we wound up playing to an essentially full house! (If you couldn't attended, snowcoma has posted a lovely and detailed review.) A good time was had by all. If you're curious about what kinds of things we performed, all three of my albums are currently available through CD Baby, as is Thirteen, the first album by Vixy and Tony. Or you could take a gander at The First Rule of Flying: Songs From The Black II. This is the latest collection of music from The Signal, an awesome Firefly-themed podcast, and includes songs by all of the people previously named. Plus it's free, which makes it an awesome taster. In literary news, Lurv ala Mode has named Rosemary and Rue as an Honorable Mention for Best Read of the Year. This is a review site run by a reviewer I have come to very much respect, and I'm delighted to be on the list. Maybe next year, I can make it to one of the named slots! I'll post another review roundup soon. For now, I leave you with the knowledge that 2009 is almost over, and the world hasn't ended yet. Oh, and I made a metric fuck-ton of rosemary shortbread last night. I rule. Happy winter! Current Mood:  happyCurrent Music: Grease 2, "Who's That Guy?" |
nnnslogan
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12:01p |
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vaslittlecrow
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11:56a |
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