amand_r: (VSTROYER OF WORLDS)
1.



Yeah.

2. My kid has dual ear infections. I like to think of this like deulling banjos. But with ear infections. And less ass pain and more ear pain.

ALSO: My kid has asthma. OTOH, her nebuliser is this cute little yellow thing with "Huffinpuff the Asthma Dragon" on it. When I saw it, I thought it said "Hufflepuff" because it's yellow/gold, and I wanted to ask them for a Ravenclaw one, but then I squashed my inner-nerd and reread it.

Every four hours. EVERY FOUR HOURS. AND PREDNISONE. AND OMNICEF.

I TOLD KID THAT SHE WAS DEFECTIVE AND THAT MAYBE I SHOULD RETURN HER, BUT THEN I REALISED THAT I'D BE RETURNING HER TO MY UTERUS, AND I THINK UNBIRTHING IS SQUICKY.

The mask is shaped like a fish face.

I SHALL CALL HER DARTH VIVI.

3. Watched Sherlock in its entirety (all three eps, I know, the strain). Don't get excited kiddies. It was okay, but yeah. That's about it. I think Moriarty is dumb, but I liked the "consulting criminal" excuse. Finally, something other than, "I'm baaaaaad!"

4. Made gluten free cookies, more than I thought I would. Fun fun fun. They're going on sale tomorrow. And good thing too, because I cannot keep myself from eating the peanut butter ones.

But I found a recipe for complicated cookies that you dip in powdered jello (they look like peaches!), and also I found a recipe that IMITATES OREO COOKIES. DON'T TELL ME THAT WON'T BE AWESOME. I also want to make balls of cake dipped in chocolate. SO MUCH TO TRY TO BAKE, SO LITTLE TIME.

5. Forward, backward, inward, outward, come and join the chase! Nothing could be drier Than a jolly caucus race! Backward, forward, outward, inward, bottom to the top! Never a beginning; there can never be a stop. To skipping, hopping, tripping fancy free and gay, started it tomorrow, but will finish yesterday!

6. Also, was thinking of what awesome poetry Supremes lyrics would make. In the style of cummings:

Baby.
baby.

baby don't leave me
please don't leave me

all by

my
self

i've got this yearning (burning) yearning

feelin' inside (me)
deep inside( me)

& it hurts so bad



See? Tomorrow I shall sing you "All Along the Watchtower" in the style of Ethel Merman.
amand_r: (doctor who/HARRIET JONES)
1. Guess what you can't wipe up with a Clorox wet nap? Baking Soda. Nope, if spills on the floor and you go to wipe it up, but you just end up pushing it around on the lino. Then when you give up and try to scoop as much of it as you can see, you realize you have just thinned it to an invisible coating of baking soda. And then for days when you step in that area in your socks, you get a squidgy feeling as you slide around in it. Then you realize that you put this in your body: A POWDER THAT CANNOT BE DISSOLVED AND PICKED UP BY THE LIQUID IN A CHLOROX WIPE. (Spider has since informed me that I can clean it with vinegar. Thanks, babe.)

2. Squeezing lemons when your hands are chapped to the point of cracking is not the smartest idea in the universe, lightbulb. However, if you put your fingers in baggies and put a rubber band at the base of each finger, you get to race the clock to see if the pain from cracked skin or the pain from listing feeling in the fingers will make you stop first.

The answer is NEITHER BECAUSE I AM THAT BADASS.

3. Me: Viv, are you done pooping?
Her: No. I got to chillax.
Me: What?
Her: Just chillax, mama.

4. I drove behind a Bronco II that had this on a paper taped to the back windshield: I WILLNOT SPEED JUST TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. I SLOW DOWN FOR TAILGATERS.

5. I have many thoughts on Rhianna's S&M. Some of them are not good. Most of them are nonchalant, which as we all know, is the opposite of chalant. Not to be confused with chalet, or Swiss Chalet, which makes me think of Swiss steak, which makes me want steak. Or those onions that come on top of steak sometimes. When you make a bowl of sautéed onions and mushrooms to put on steak and meats, that's called the kitty. I eat the kitty on fried sweetbreads. Now I want to watch Josie and the Pussycats. Dujour means swiss steak!

6. I DID A THING. )
amand_r: (waaaaaaaa)
Okay. So.

I opened a document to start a new story (in which vampires are normal and humans are the myth. I'm working on it.), and I couldn't face the whiteness. So I opened episode 8 and corrected the grammar there, and then. Then. I looked down.

There, from under the L key—dust. I saw that.

So after about twenty minutes of tweezing clumps of cat hair and dust and detritus from my keyboard, I stopped to consider that I might have a small problem.

Writer's block.

It's not like I haven't had it before, the erectile dysfunction of the literary world (can you tell how desperate I was to make that joke?), but this comes at a time when I am teeming with ideas. I have about a dozen scenes in the season 4 that I'd love to put down. I have about thirty short stories in various stages of development. I have four stories that I should edit and resubmit.

I'm going to have to drop out of the tw genfic fest. I know it's not going to be done. It's not even started. It's planned. I could start it and get myself rolling, but I can think of so many other things that are more important, like the stories for money. I can't make myself work on fanfic because I think I have to get more stories done so I can sell them.

I have to relax.

Here's how bad it is: I get Poets and Writer's Magazine, and I use the back to mine for submissions, and I haven't opened the last 2 (it's every other month, so that should tell you something) because the Jan/Feb issue is titled 'The Inspiration Issue'. Look at that cover and tell me that's not intimidating. Or it could just be me.

It's not a new thing that I don't like to listen to other people talk about their writing. And I don't mean in a "this is my plot" way. That's okay. I don't like to listen to meta about writing. I don't care about why someone writes, or how they do it, or what drives them. Because it makes me think about what drives me, and I don't care about that either. Everyone seems more together than me. Everyone seems to think this is…important enough to talk about (I think I'm doing that now). All I know is that the more I think about my process, the worse my fic is received, the less it's liked, so I don't LIKE to think about it. So, there.

Also: everyone I know is writing a book. One of them sold their book. Others are submitting theirs. I don't even have a short story to send anywhere. Every time I try to sit down and edit, I think, "God, what's the point, editing isn't going to make it better." /whine (If you are one of those people reading this, I sincerely wish you nothing but the best, really, I do.)

Anyway, I am blocked. I even have an idea for a two-column poem about a man licking the print advert for gum in the subway car. See? Ideas. Still. Who's going to buy/print that shit? My gum poem? Fuck that shit.

Part of it is this doubt that I know where to submit my stuff. I don't know. It's not like the shit I read in the samples, and I can't find a place that has stuff like mine. And that bothers me, or something. Or maybe I think it's interesting. I dunno. I just have to find the place.

I feel better just writing all this.

Fuck all that. Okay. Coconut Man, Moonheads, and P.



Next on Amanda blogs: I have discovered how to exercise, and nyah nyah nyah, you bastards. Also, Cashmere Mafia was the worst trainwreck of a show I have watched since The L Word, but I couldn't stop watching.

RT UPDATE

Nov. 7th, 2010 02:24 pm
amand_r: (VSTROYER OF WORLDS)
For those of you who don't know, kidlet has been struggling with some illness or another since the beginning of September, and Friday we had our third doctor's appointment when they finally decided to do a chest x-ray. In the meantime she was started on some prednizone for her crackling chest, and we are continuing to try to use the inhaler.

Saturday morning the doctor called to say that the chest x-ray revealed pneumonia, so she has also been started on a z-pak. So.

I haven't really been on my best game, and I'm sorry. Nano has fallen by the way side. I was up every two hours last night to check on her respiration, and TBH, it wasn't because I set an alarm, but that I just keep waking every 2 hours, have been for the last few weeks.

I'm slightly worried because my insurance, it sucks, so we had to go to an urgent care and they just sent me a bill for 155 bucks, etc, and since her doctor visits aren't preventative care, I have to pay like 100 bucks per visit, not to mention whatever they're going to charge me for the breathing treatments. The bill for her inhaler and last antibiotic (which apparently didn't work) in October was about 80 bucks.

That said, I have the money. I just don't like to dip into it.

I was driving home from the doctor's, worrying because they said that if this doesn't clear up, or if it comes back next year we'll have to have the asthma talk, and I was thinking about what THAT would cost, etc etc, and I realised that this? This is nothing. I have the money to pay. It won't be nice, but I can pay it and it won't be on credit. This is not the end of the world. She has pneumonia, not leukemia or something else. We have a roof over our heads. My job is raising my daughter, and I get paid for it. I have been writing, and my first story is coming out next Monday (non-profit, no biggie, but nice). These bad things will pass, and they're not really a big deal. It's not cholera. It's not a hurricane.

I love my girl. And I am thankful every day that we have each other, and everything will be all right.

I'll be back on track later. For now, experiments in linzer fail and fragolo update. )
amand_r: (amanda is nuts)


SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK WEEEEEEEK.
amand_r: (VSTROYER OF WORLDS)
WORK:
--This week three stories will go out.
--Three more will be done, but I might have to set one of them aside.
--I have to start a set of three. I seem to work best in threes.
--Am getting ready to work on the novel again. The werewolf one. Not the porn. I think I might self publish it. For shits and giggles. No one wants this books, I guarantee.

FANNISH:
--Working on episode 6/14. Total word count: 125,242. It's brilliant, I think. But by the time I'm ready to show it, you will all have forgot me. (insert woe is me).
--Have been doing WIAD, but I feel uninspired and hackneyed. Might just stop now.
--Have a rec list I am compiling, but feel blah about it.

HEALTH:
--Cannot seem to lose weight. Working on it.
--Upped the melatonin back to 3 mg after 1.5 woke me at 4 am repeatedly.
--I hate iron pills. I hate Benefiber. I hate Colace.

READING:
--Finished all of LKH's Anita Blake. Skin Trade wasn't as bad as I remember it being. PLOT. Gratuitous cumshot at the end, though. It was so crass I almost have to give LKH props for putting a pearl necklace in a mainstream book.
--Working on the new Star Wars.
--Stalled on "The Stranger".
--Stalled on Sloane Crosley's "I was Told There Would Be Cake"

KIDLET:
--Potty trained. Did I mention that?
--Also:



THIS ENTRY BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE 'IT'S TOO HOT TO BE OUTSIDE BAH' COMMITTEE.
amand_r: (Default)
today that weren't really that big a deal in an of themselves, but served to make me feel meh about today:

1. Some fandom shit I shouldn't have read. I need to use my filter, otherwise I just get agitated.

2. My doctor's office called and they want to do more blood tests. Apparently, I am anemic. Orly.

3. I sold a whole box of books at Half Price for 5.50. Usually I get about 20 bucks, and I know it's all subjective and shit, and the guy was like, "Well, we have a huge backlog", and also hey, free money, gift horse, me. It was still less than I expected. Likewise at Once Upon a Child, where I got 11 bucks. Still, I don't really know why I should be bitching about this, but something in me was disappointed. They never offer me less than 20 bucks.

4. I'm not going to be finished with the MBABB by August 30. I'm at 111,149, and I'm just about to finish part 5/14. This does not bode well (only 10K of that is forward writing). I don't know what I'll do about it. People don't want to read a WIP, but I don't know if I can not start posting it then. Because so much of it will be done. And they're episodes, so they're encapsulated.

5. My insurance company sent my monthly bill, and there's a note at the bottom saying, "Highmark has submitted a filing to the PA Insurance Department requesting a rate increase." I don't know what that means. It could be routine, insurance premiums go up every tear, it feels like, but this time I just read that horribly.

6. I just keep focusing on all the bad things. None of these things is bad in and of themselves, but they just added up to create a spiral of thinking in my skull.
amand_r: (the server is robust)
I don't think it's news to anyone that I'm an up and down person. I have mood swings, and until recently I have always gone with the flow. Back in February the anger end of those issues started to hinder relationships, so I tried to locate causes and tracking on a calendar, and lo and behold they were cyclical, like another cycle I have, go fig. Knowing that it was "that time of the month" for my anger issues had helped me to control that. That's fine.

Here's where everything went pear shaped. )
amand_r: (Default)
Okay, so potty training is setting us back, again and again, and mum thinks it's the pull ups and I'm at the point where I agree with her.

Can anyone recommend effective training pants? They must be:

1. fairly waterproof and washable.
2. Uncomfortable. Seriously, I can't make her do anything she doesn't want to do, but I can make it an unhappy thing.

I'm amazingly frustrated right now. Fuckbears.

I also don't want to talk about it, really, so if you know of training pants, that's cool, but anything else potty related I'm not in the mood for. Sorry.
amand_r: (bunny/well helloooooo loser)
Things I learnt this week, in shark hell:

1. I lose my temper, and then I do things I regret. This is possibly because I would prefer to cut myself off than be hurt by someone blowing their brains out again. Thanks, person.

Under that consideration, I am going to try two things:

a. When I get mad, I am not allowed to send any correspondence for at least a day.
b. If I do hit the send button, I am not going to immediately say to myself, "oh man, you fucked that up. Best to close up shop because you screwed that." Because apparently, people on the other side of the argument are smarter than you, and they don't think that way. So when you sever ties because you think that's what is best, you end up just hurting people more. I will sit on my hands, and nail them to the table if necessary.
c. I will learn to apologise if it comes to that, and hope for the best. Plan C is the least favorite plan. Plan A should be the best. People do it all the time. It's not rocket science.

2. So in that light, I said some harsh words this week, and I apologised to the people, and there's nothing I can do but wait. One of those people has decided that is not enough, and to that person, I cannot do more than say that I am sorry. To the other person who accepted my apology, I am sincere that I will try not to do it again, and I have made a game plan to approach that.

3. I need to try some Midol.
amand_r: (meat/you had me at bacon)
I am going to complain about some things. I'm just talking off the top of my head, and when I feel better, I'm sure I'll be more rational about most of them. Except the play doh one. That shit blows.

1. I hate snow.

2. I hate being tired.

3. I hate dry fucking play doh. Play doh, why are you dry? I just bought you!

4. I don't want to work on either of the things left that I said I would work on this month, fic-wise (secret project one or bodyswap), and lust is too easy for TW, so I'm not interested in it, except to do all seven deadly sins. So now I'm going through my open fics folder, looking for things to play with. I found something, but meh.

5. This morning like three things pissed me the fuck off. They were not big things. And yesterday with the chairs. So I'mma about to work something through here. The following exchange was had as I shoveled snow this afternoon and screamed at the kid for eating snow. (WTF she's a kid, me.).

Me: Jesus, I'm grumpy.
Self: I know! And it happens more often!
Me: It's as if every month, man, things that I would normally lol about set me off.
Self: I know! Every month...
Me: Oh.

I'm a bit of a moron in this venue, because I have been blessed for the most part by the menstruation gods. I never got any physical signs, but you could set your clock to it on a 32-day cycle. And I knew, I just knew the moment it started, and haven't had surprise!menstruation! issues ever. I might have had cramps, but that was because sometimes I aggravated myself with caffeine, and ibuprofen took care of it.

I thought it was having a kid, but apparently this happens to a lot of women in their thirties, this whole onset PMS thing. Sorry, five dudes on my flist, but my breasts get sore a week ahead of time now, or maybe 1 ½ weeks, and I get cramping on the second or third day. It never occurred to me to check my moods.

I don't like this being a prisoner to my brain and what it does. I know that everyone has tics and eccentricities, that's what makes us all different and bizarre, but this knowledge that my body is fucking with my head on a regular basis makes me cranky in a whole new way.

So, are there any things I can….take for it? I'll confess that when I was a pagan, I did a lot of research into herbalism, and I'm not the biggest fan of it, but I'll try to be all…enlightened and shit. I'm not using black kohosh, sorry. I really don't know what I'll do. I guess the best way to do it would to be to make a chart, a spreadsheet, a something.

And if you are one of the people who might have felt my teeth in the past few days, I am truly sorry.

6. Oh look, a Highlander/Torchwood I haven't finished. Hello, lover.
amand_r: (jawesome!)
1. RIP Captain Phil We'll all miss you. :(

2. OMG THE END OF SEASON THREE OF DEXTER WAS WORTH ALL THE CRAP. So uh, if a girl wanted to get ahold of Season 4, who might she have to blow to do that? OH MY GOD LUNDY!

3. The RPS poll is closed, and the end results are:

RPF COMMENT FIC CARNIVALE—March 6-7, 2010
Anon and de-anon stories welcome.
Prompts: trailer time, wrap party, a song and a dance

4. I might have done a bad bad thing last night, and plotted a fanfic. It involves a dead faerie prince, a mourning mother, a diplomatic liaison to the sidhe, a never ending snowfall, Torchwood climbing Snowden, and Suzie with some enchanted apples. And some funny funny references to Jack and Tam Lin. And it's not a party unless you quote Shakespeare at least twice. You know. Hah.

I just had to get that put there. Not doing the darkfest, not doing reel tw. DOING THIS. (AND JESUS PLEASE, DON'T OFFER ME ANY INFORMATION ABOUT: FAERIES, ELVES, TAM LIN, OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE WRITTEN ANY OF IT--I HATED GAIMAN'S VERSIONS, BTW--WELSH MYTHOLOGY, THE COMPLEXITIES OF ANY OF IT, ETC ETC ETC. This is precisely what I mean when I say that I DON'T CARE. It's like writing a vampire story and then having a "vampire expert" come in and tell you you're doin' it wrong, and it's really really frustrating and styming. If I need/want help, I will ask. Thanks guys.)

5. [livejournal.com profile] askance, man, it's like 8k and it's…half done? Blue saw the first part. :D

6. It looks as if Chinese New Year is being cancelled at Chinghaus for the first time since we started it, which blows mightily. We'll have to move to a restaurant and have them feed us. Suck factor: high. Upside: I won't have to clear my table. On the other hand, the window of possibility that [livejournal.com profile] arsenicjade will make it here from Illinois is looking slimmer and slimmer. :(

7. FIC SOON. AWWWW SHIT.
amand_r: (Default)
1. My pierogie class for tomorrow was canceled, due to lack of interest. I feel sad inside. Meh. That's okay though, because my mom is taking the kid tonight. Like taking her and she is spending the night!

2. Also I had this dream last night that my butterscotch pudding (which I made and put in the fridge last night) looked like translucent butterscotch pudding, and when I tasted it, it was just orange jello. I kept stirring it and digging to the bottom because I thought maybe the "flavah" had sunk down to the bottom, but alas.

Somehow that led to me, in the dream, going to an academic convention with a bunch of very smart people who had Opinions on Harry Potter, daleks and…something, but when we all sat down to the opening get-together in an auditorium, the speaker at the lectern said, "Hello and welcome" and we all clapped and no one stayed for the rest of it. I guess intellectuals don't have to stay at the opening ceremonies because it's not nerdy enough.

Keep in mind that I NEVER go to the opening thing to begin with, usually because I'm wasted somewhere.

BUT BUT BUT, I don't remember much, aside from some creepy Asian dude who didn't think I deserved to be there, because I wasn't a grad student at MIT (LOOK MAN IT'S A CONFERENCE ABOUT HARRY POTTER AND DALEKS. THE AUDIENCE CHAMBER LOOKS LIKE THE SET OF JEOPARDY, ASSWIPE.). I woke up with this overwhelming idea that I should write a Hermione/Snape in which Sirius comes back from beyond the Veil with a pile of bloody coins, and then there's hurt/comfort and then eventually polyamory.

I'd like to point out that I have never. Ever. Ever written Sirius. EVER. In all my fics, he's dead, even the AUs. But even as I sit here, I think of a load of pennies turned red with blood and I think, "This is a great idea." Then I make funny jokes about the CoinStar machine.

3. I DID A STRANGE, STRANGE THING LAST NIGHT, and I want to share it with you, and maybe someday I will be allowed to.

4. My Chinese New Year shopping list is still unstarted. I have to get off my arse.

5. My kid just ate a cheerio off the floor. I hope that was from this morning. Okay so I find that I treat most things in this world like the emperor in Amadeus at 3:34 of this scene:



6. I started my last haiti fic in my head last night and it is awesome. Also, the VS episode is done and secret project one is close to being done, which just leaves secret project 2 and the bodyswap, on which I made a plotting breakthrough. If all goes well, I should be done with all this by the end of the month.
amand_r: (amandr's angry)
1. COMMENT NOTIFICATIONS! WHERE ARE YOU? W33PZ0RD5.

2. HEADACHE. I NEED A SHOWER, A MASSAGE AND A MUSCLE RELAXANT.

3. SHARK WEEK.

4. I HATE YOU ALL. (NO I DON'T. PRETEND I DO. NO, DON'T. NO WAIT. STOP. HAMMER TIME. NO NO. YAHTZEE!)

5. HERE. I sent Blue a card from Ianto to Jack. )

6. BYE.
amand_r: (twin peaks/damn fine cooper)
First of all, I think I need to share this with you, because the second letter is worth the read. Also, I just don't read/hear "cooter" enough. Cooter. LOL. Cooooter. And on equally amusing lines is this thread from reddit, in which anons prove that really sometimes, no one knowing who you are can make the best conversations between people, especially when you're talking about having an orgasm from climbing rope.

Secondly, I lost a very good friendship yesterday to mutual asshattery, but every email has been written and sent and now we're at the Mexican standoff part where no one does anything. I think it's a window like the boyfriend window in Coupling. Movement in this time period could mean possible repair, but if enough time elapses, then it's broken irrevocably. I suspect that the window will simply fly by, silent as a drape runner coated with oiled cotton balls, mostly because we are also too stubborn to email each other. Something about pride and crapola. I dunno. I find myself listless and casting about for things in their absence, and that is a strange feeling.

But you know when you reach that point where you send an email or finish a sentence in a conversation, and you literally have no idea what to say next and you realise that that is because it's not your turn to talk? Yeah. That's another window. The pause window. And if you talk during that time then you risk the problem of overplaying your hand, or making the souffle fall or using too many metaphors in one sentence.

Thirddesque, I'm glad that people liked the fic yesterday. It had been eating at my skull, and is one of several almost finished fics that I have floating in the ether. They all pretty much need three paragraphs and money shot, but I've been putting them off for deadline fic, which is dumb, because this isn't professional writing, and I'm not beholden, and the deadline fic is like…well, I was gonna make a joke about blockage that would have ended with a prescribed enema, and no one wants that.

Funny, because the next fic to be done will probably be the enema fic. Just in case you were worried that I'd got all warm and fuzzy. Nope, this…wow I just erased the worst fecal related Dune joke ever. HONEST TO GOD, I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS…OMG I HAVE TO ERASE THAT TOO. I AM SO SORRY, PEOPLE.

In the manner of fourth things, while we're on the subject of shit, I deleted my twitter, so you can stop emailing me to tell me that my twitter is gone. It wasn't a good idea for me, and I miss it, but I sense that it's the same thing as wanting to live off pork rinds and skittles. Or have a fish-pony. Think about that—would that really be a good idea? A fish-pony? As Topol would say, "A bird may love a fish, but where will they build a home? No, THERE IS NO OTHER HAND. TRADITION! LASER WOLF!" Ahem.

I know what you're going to say, "Amand-r, isn't the seahorse a fish-pony?" I have an answer for that, reader: fuck and you. You ruined a perfectly good false metaphor by looking for actual meaning instead of chuckling at the combination of the words fish and pony. I'm thinking of some guy standing out in the old west sniffing the air and saying, "The mail is coming." "How do you know?" young Clem, our narrator, would ask. "Smells like tuna," the some old guy would say.

Roll credits. That would have saved this show (and perhaps have got them corporate sponsorship).

Fish-ponies would also have saved this show. Well, no, nothing was gonna save this show.

Is fifthly even a word? If it were, I would say it right now for this: OH FLIST, I NEED HELP. )

Lastly, I'm a little perplexed as to why more people haven't read [livejournal.com profile] lionessvalenti's Caught in the Ashes. A short anti-fix-it that is a fix-it, if you have very thin standards of things being fixed on more than one level. This is a Ianto who is alive and loves Jack, and a Jack who loves Ianto, but sometimes, well, sometimes. I don't want to get into a debate about sadness in fic being unbearable, Legolas, because my theory is that if Ianto's death made you sad, you've already had the worst of it, and this is gorgeous and sweet and sad in some ways, and ingenious in its narration, and so very spot on. The moments between Jack and Ianto are both wrenching and still the sort of affection that I will openly admit now that I always wanted to see from Jack.

And with some really gorgeous lines like Sometimes, you can rouse him with a drink and a strip show, or simply a smile at the right time, and he kisses you like he means it (maybe he does) and the two of you fall back in line. and Jack looks up and he's helpless. He's desperate and you've never seen him like this before. Something in your mind shifts and Jack is a new person., [livejournal.com profile] lionessvalenti gives us a maybe-maybe not narrator who isn't sure of Jack even at the same time that you see Jack through their eyes as the man you know. That's charming. Also? A really smooth second person that I rather adore. But then, I'm biased in that department.

So drop your jocks and grab your socks and hie on over to read. To grandmother's house we go. Something about a sleigh and a horse. Oh shut up, you love it, Scott.
amand_r: (christmas/mc chris evergreen)
1. [livejournal.com profile] wherepiesdie is a comm dedicated to a rewatching and discussion of Twin Peaks in its entirety. We plan on doing 2 episodes a week. In the new year. If you've never seen before, or if you're in the mood for a rewatch and a discussion as you go, please check it out.

2. THE BEST SNACK EVER. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE ALL SNOBBY ABOUT YOUR JUNK FOOD, THESE ARE THE BOMB:

GOLDEN GRAHAMS S'MORES.

A) GREASE 13x9x2" PAN

B) HEAT ¾ C. LIGHT CORN SYRUP, 3TBSP BUTTER, 11.5 oz MILK CHOCOLATE TO BOILING IN A DOUBLE BOILER. REMOVE FROM HEAT AND STIR IN VANILLA.

C) POUR 12 oz. GOLDEN GRAHAMS INTO A LARGE BOWL, TOSS WITH MELTED MIXTURE UNTIL COATED.

D) STIR IN 3 C. MINI MARSHMALLOWS ON CUP AT A TIME.

E) PRESS INTO PAN WITH THE BACK OF A BUTTERED SPOON. LET STAND 1 HOUR. ENJOY THE BLISS.

3. My dad doesn't read my lj, so it's safe to tell the abridged tale of the Snuggie.

Goddamn muther effing sonofabitch. )

4. EVERYONE HAVE AN AWESOME CRIMMAS. I WOULD MAKE YOU A PLAYLIST OF WHAT I AM GOING TO BE LISTENING TO, BUT IT WILL PROBABLY BE ALL OTIS AND OLD LIZ PHAIR. I'M NOT EVEN GETTING DRUNK.

SOME MIGHT SAY I HAVE NO CRIMMAS SPIRIT. THEY MIGHT BE RIGHT.

EAT SOMETHING DANGEROUS FOR ME.
amand_r: (christmas/mc chris evergreen)
1. If you have not been checking out [livejournal.com profile] curriejean's Torchwood Advent Calendar, you should. Jean has gone through the eps of seasons one and two and found all the background music. Not the scores, but the music: Snow Patrol, Alabama 3, The Pipettes, etc. What's the song playing in the bar in that one scene? Jean's got it. It's about 4 songs a day, and I usually pick the ones I want (I already have some of it, and possibly all the Glenn Miller, *glances away*). You can start with today, because she has links to all the past days. Dude, it's sweet. I call it Jeanie's Torchwood Awesome on my iPod.

2. The [livejournal.com profile] hlh_shortcuts fest ends today. Well, the stories are done being posted. There will be a few days of guessing and catching up, and then reveals on the 23rd! Yay!

3. Jaws excerpt:

"So if it wasn't a boat," Gwen said, tossing her gloves in the bin with her empty paper cup. Ianto swallowed his water to cover the fact that he was still queasy from the odour and blinked at the wordless exchange between Jack and Gwen, an exchange that he read as Gwen demanding answers and Jack being unwilling to provide them (yet. If he even had them.).

"We have to close the beaches," Jack said, then turned and barreled out of the room, leaving them standing in the deserted morgue.

Ianto blinked at Gwen. "He does know this is Wales, right?"


4. I have snow pictures of kidlet, but to post them I have to get my head out of my arse. I also have to finish my crimmas shopping. At Target. Awesome.

5. I have to vacuum.

HEADS UP!

Dec. 2nd, 2009 05:05 pm
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Mum says:

Sassydemon just posted a Dr. Who story on fanfiction.net, and it turns out she did a S/R on melunsinahp's merlin/author fic. So, I'm looking at her profile page on ff.net, and wondering if any of these TW and Dr. Who fics she has there are really other fics she's done the same thing with.

Link:

http://melusinahp.livejournal.com/638885.html

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1894773/sassydemon
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