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I read a bit in 2010, and I got one of those memes, but I just didn't feel like doing it until now. So here:

( Wot I read in 2010. )

God I feel like I got nothing last year.

1. I DON'T KNOW WHICH IS MY FAVORITE

2. True Blood S3 Finale ( Spoilers )

3. Some times you want to go WHERE EVERY BODY KNOWS YOUR NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME. And they're always glad you CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME.

4. I am free to park:

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Location: the office
Current Music: beeeeeeeeeeeep

1. You might be losing it if, when sprinkling bran on your kid's cereal, you begin to hum not the Mission: Impossible theme, but the Inspector Gadget theme song. And then you laugh. And then you say, "I wonder if those are on DVD." And then you say, "I wonder if those are on Netflix." And then you say, "I wonder if those are on Netflix Instant play."

And then you facepalm.

2. Kid: (babbles about Caillou, her new bf. Notes later about how kid is attracted to bald men.)
Me: That should be a band name.
Kid: Yeah.
Me: Post-industrial punk hip-hop ska.
Kid: Ohhhh, sure!

3. I have been reading. ( My book reports, by amand-r (Star Wars, Buffy and Anita Blake spoilers) )

All the serious books are in the next batch. I was distracted by fannish reading. :D

4. Kai-Lan has taught me this week that Chinese for "awesome" is ZHAN BANG. SAY IT WITH ME: ZHEN BANG!

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Location: whistler
Current Music: puccini, la rondine

1. OMG John and Paul in CSI: Sgt Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band. I wish I could explain it myself.

2. The

hlh_shortcuts Highlander Holiday Fic Exchange starts posting today. I have to get off my fat arse.

3.

emquilxy sent me the following link in a textless email simply entitled, ROAD TRIP!

4. [my thoughts on lj's latest thing that fandom has freaked out about here]

5. [my thoughts on liberals]

6. [my thoughts on yaoi]

7. [the change from the transaction I had last night with your mom]

8. [it was a quarter]

9. Today is Julie London day.

10. I'm too busy to talk to you people. Go on. Scram.

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Location: negatory--i am a meat popcicle
Current Music: regina, spektor, 'folding chair'

So, yet another story finished. I keep this up, I'll be finished with all my obligations by…next Sunday. BRILLIANT! WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?

( Let's do the countdown, shall we? )

I feel I have accomplished a lot today and I haven't even slept yet. Sleep gives you cancer, man, everybody knows that.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Location: the luge
Current Music: our lady peace, 'innocent'

1. So I had this dream that I had been rehired by my old school district, and when I went for orientation, there were a bunch of new teachers in my department, along with the old ones. And of course, even though I had worked there before, I didn't have seniority, so I didn't get a room. And then when I went to the planning room for all the homeless teachers, everyone was there for orientation, but they all had packets, and I didn't. And then I found out that we were teaching in teams that year, and I not only didn't know my team, but also? Team teaching at the high school level? WTF? When I mentioned the impracticality of that, one of the teachers I used to know told me that I didn't have to be there if I didn't want to do it, and I pretty much said, "You know what? You're right. I quit." And I walked out. But I got waylaidf in the lobby by something, possibly wild turkeys.

Then the second dream, I was teaching, and I had a muddy student who had an epileptic seizure, and when he woke up, he wanted to eat the students' (and my) stomach. Like a zombie. But a coherent zombie. I was literally holding him away from my body with my outstretched arms. I think we exchanged words.

So, uh, yeah.

2. Am reading Kurt Busiek's run of Trinity. Feeling awesome. Morgaine Le Fay? Really? Really?

3. When my kid wants me to feed her something, she tells me that it's "licious'. That's pretty made of cute. Too bad they're sour patch watermelons.

4. I drove behind this truck and made a mental typo. What was it?

I can't even make a Knight Rider joke.

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER
Current Music: k's choice, 'virgin state of mind'

1. Bigger Than Cheeses has nailed Edward from Twilight for me.

2.

curriejean, your packet went out today! That means that all is left is to get things to 2 more peeps, and a few more back in the mail, and it will be ready for me to work mah magic. I've been saving them all to work on at once. I have the blood and the blowtorches ready.

INPUT: RED FOOD COLOURING—effective blood substitute or should I use real blood? I ask this because I remember that real blood dries rusty on paper, and I don't want ineffective bright red dried blood (don't be all grossed out. I'm sure that I'll accidentally cut myself sometime in the next few weeks, I'm accident prone.). Hrm.

3. IRON MAN INSTA-REC:

For a long time,

amonitrate has been talking about this story that she calls "the cheeseburger story", in which Tony Stark and Happy Hogan "drive around, do nothing, and get cheeseburgers". I didn't understand. I just didn't understand that this is the day he comes back from Afghanistan. The cheeseburgers? They're THOSE cheeseburgers, and they don't stop there. Happy takes Tony around through the evening, and through Happy's eyes you see Tony as a man who is slowly getting used to the idea of being free, of being Tony Stark again, of doing all the little things he obviously was deprived of for three months. Interwoven, you see glimpses of Pepper and Happy himself, their lives and how everything revolves around Tony in a way. What I appreciated is that it's a story in which nothing and EVERYTHING happens. "Slice of life"? Is that what we call that?

Anyway. read it. Cheeseburger First

4. ( Whinging about me, because I haven't done it in a while. Whut, like a week, LOL. )

5. Okay here's the thing: someone made a comment about how all my whinging Tianyu death blah blah posts as of late have had the comments disabled, and the thing is—I don't want you to feel like you should say something about it, so I disable. It isn't that I don't think you all have meaningful things to say, or that I think you would tell me hollow things, it's that I don't want people to think I am fishing for comments.

I damn well blah blah say what I what whenever I want wherever I want to whomever I want however I want insert the rest of the Slim Shady lyric here (something about slapping bitches, I am sure). So I'll be writing about Tianyu and my inability to move away from him, like we're clingwrapped together—oh holy shit no. Anyway, do not ever feel that you even have to acknowledge that I said anything. You can skim right the fuck over it. I just feel some sort of cold comfort knowing that someone out there might have read it besides me. I only left this open in case you had something to say about points 1-3, which are all awesome. AND ALSO THE NEXT POINT, WHICH IS ALSO AWESOME--

6. My new Janto Theme Song is Regina Spektor's Folding Chair SHIPPY BULLSHIT. Failing that, it's just such a snappy song! Silly clown!

Current Mood: exanimate
Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER
Current Music: dolphin song

( image heavy! )

Current Mood: geeky
Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER
Current Music: sesame street

1. I'm not sure whether or not to be horrified, but just a little while ago, while laughing at something that was funny and not internets related (a postcard from mum), instead of just saying aloud, "oh, that's funny" or even laughing, I smiled and said, I shit you not, "LOLOR5" as in "El Oh El Oh Are Five." I SPELLED IT OUT. This is worse than the time I was secondarily confused that the P key was a sideways tongue mouth smiley bit.

ELLL OHH ELLL OHHH ARRRRE FIIIIVE. (Eleventy one one one)

God. Mom says that this means that I should talk to more flesh and blood people, but I have to remind her that it was the fault of FLESH AND BLOOD PEOPLES that I started saying "Oh noes!" and "Eleventy one one one" in regular conversation.

2. I have a TW picture I want drawn. I need a fanartist to DO MY BIDDING.

3. A guide to the future of The Punisher franchise. Over the course of the movie, the Punisher bludgeons to death seventeen men, explodes eighty-one more, shoots one hundred ninety-six, garrotes three, sics a rabid tiger on two, and stabs one guy in the nutsack repeatedly. The movie makes about $10 million at the box office.

Nutsack. The best part is how the name of Marvel studios mutates into Fumarvo.

4. This day is boring, and I have things to say, but bleaugh.

5. Fell asleep with loose 70+ page Harry Potter manuscript on my face last night. Sometime in the night I must have turned the light out, but did not set the manuscript aside. This morning my bed looked like I'd played 52-card pickup with it. Or maybe that opening scene of Anne of Avonlea in which Anne has to chase her manuscript all over the beach. Alas, no sexy Morgan hiding in my closet. Upon reflection, it's not charming to find a man hiding in your closet, NAJEH DAVENPORT. Well, I guess if you put him there, or if you're playing naked hide-and-seek. But I guess it should all come down to: a) who is the naked man in your closet? And b) is it a surprise that he is there?

I don't know how we got to that point, or how I assumed that he was naked by default. Huh. My point is that I had 72 pages out of order and en on my face.

6. Someone mentioned to me that they thought Pornsultant Bob was a chick! I assure you, he is totes a dude! And also a real person and not an AI.

7. I cannot say the same about myself.

Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER
Current Music: I'M THE GODDAMN BATMAN.

So hello!

In forcible cheerfulness, because I am firmly of the mind that one can wish bad feelings away ~~with drugs~~. The thing is, I wrote most of this entry earlier last night, and now I don't feel sad. So WOOT! Who knew that all I needed was a judicious application of ~~cocoa butter~~ sleep? This slep thing. I LIKES IT.

1. Bonus! Tonight,

sthayashi and his lovely wife are coming over, and we shall be drinking beer. Last time they were here, I had NINE. NINE. It was intergalactic planetary (planetary intergalactic). Hey! That was also the first night I met my boyfriend, Mister Cone! Mister Cone! Two weeks ago today! We should celebrate!

Mr Cone: WHUM WHUM WHUM WRRRRRRRRRRRR WHUM WHUM WHUM NGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGT.

Aw, you charmer, you.

2. Hey there people, when you read Fray, do you ever wish Joss would just cool it with the future speak? I feel like I'm reading The Dark Knight Returns again, but with better art. I don't care how language is going to mutate in the next three hundred years or whatever. I'd like some fracking English. Aaaaaaand oh, Amand-r, how irony tastes like irony. Metal, and a layer of dirty cherries underneath, my precious. You know what would be great? Irony-flavored Alcopops.

3. I had a dream Wednesday night that two of my good friends called me up and wanted me to come over. When I got there, they sat me down and told me that they were getting a divorce. I don't know where she planned on moving, but he was going to rent the apartment they live in. It was surreal, and I am left with an uneasy feeling that will not go away. They were all like, "well, we've been growing apart for a while now, and blah blah."

( This is where I get emotional, self-deprecating, and in general become an asshole. )

5. Beer will cure what ails you.

6. You know what I wish there was more of in the world? Live Band Karaoke.

7. I forgot how much I loved

arsenicjade, but NO LONGER. (HIGHLY EDITED, BABE)

Me: Grammar is like math. I understand grammar. It's like...when you approach a story and say to yourself, "Okay then, what am I trying to convey with this shit?" Because I don't fucking know. I wrote this thing, and here it is. Convey away.
Arsenic:: Well, except, I write stories all the time where like, I'm trying to convey something. and then people see something completely different in it that works for them, and I'm like, "awesome." It doesn't really matter that that wasn't my intent. Why does it matter what's conveyed?
Me: I guess, so that the story has a point. Like, did Hemingway ever worry about this shit? No, he fucking drank gin and punched cows in the face. Someone get me a bull to punch in the face.

I think I am done today. XD Yes. Yes I am. Now wait. Meme later. Oh no. Correction: l8tr.