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Celebratory Post of Joy!

Um, mostly because Show of Shows returns tonight, so HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!

In fact . . . now we are so happy, we do the Dance of Joy!

Jul. 17th, 2010

So, I'm posting to keep this journal active.  Mostly, my life sucks too much to bother writing about at the moment.  But possibly I'm going to start posting bits of my novel.  On here.  So yeah.  That would be exciting.  And something for this journal to be used for.

Life or Something Like It

Yeah, so, I haven't posted anything in a really long time.

Which.  Yeah.  Great fun.  But see, I have this thing called a life, suddenly, and it's been hard enough to keep up with my facebook.

Anyway, the moral of this story is, "I'm not dead!  I feel happy!  I feel happy!"

RIP, my Beloved Marvin (2006-2010)

Yesterday, I killed Marvin.

There was water, and then there was me, clumsy old me, with Marvin precariously balanced in my arms.  You can probably figure out the rest.  Not.  Pretty.

So, of course, as soon as I realize that Marvin is completely fucking SUBMERGED, I start panicking and yank him out and try to drain him, but of course, no phillips screwdriver, so basically, it takes me 45 minutes (fifteen to get my shit together and another half hour to drive to Anna's house) to get him open and airing out.  So, I'm pretty sure most of his hardware is shot.  I have my fingers crossed about the hard-drive, because, oh.  my.  god.  If I can't get back most of my documents and music, I'm going to MURDER someone.

All I can say is thank GOD for techno-savvy friends who don't care if you have half your computer strewn around their den while it dries.

Rules for Anti-Valentine's Day

To prepare for the upcoming Valentine's Day activities, I have declared the Second Annual Anti-Valentine's Day! Participants need not RSVP, but if you wish to show your solidarity, commenting will not go unappreciated.

1. Stay sober--if you're drunk, you won't be able to fully participate in the spirit of Anti-Valentines, which is a celebration of singleness, and non-romance. Get drunk and you will inevitably end up crying because you don't have a boyfriend.

2. Buy lots of chocolate. Take advantage of the holiday by buying discounted candy on the very day we are being anti about. Now you have a stash of candy.

3. Do NOT rent or watch any movie containing romance of ANY kind. Romance is counter intuitive to the Anti-Valentine celebration.

I interrupt this post to bring you the list of Musicals Anna MUST SEE!

Hello, Dolly! heads the list, as the last of the great studio muscals before the likes of Flashdance and Footloose did away with the traditional musical.

Shall We Dance, because I happen to think it's the best of the Astaire/Rodgers musicals.

Summer Stock, because that's my favorite Gene Kelly Musical, if we're excluding Singing In The Rain, which is just the quintessential musical of all time.

42nd Street, because it is a perfect example of 1930's musicals, and also of early depression culture.

Anchors Aweigh, because it's the best of the Pasternak unit MGM musicals.

On the Town, because it's an amazing ensemble musical.

Cabaret because of Joel Grey and Liza Minellli.

Yankee Doodle Dandy, because of James Cagney's powerhouse performance as George M. Cohan.

Guys and Dolls, because of the color and the costumes and Frank Sinatra holding his own in a musical without Gene Kelly.

Thank you, and have a good night!

A Project

I'm not sure if this is good or bad or somewhere in between, but I have a project to occupy me during the long and boring winter months in Michigan. Oops, I've just given my location away! Well, seeing as Michigan's a bigger state than one might think, I'm not too concerned. Besides, there's only one person who actually reads this that I know of, and that would be you, Aunt Alice.

So, project. Since I'd be watching them anyway, I decided that when I go on my annual winter movie gorge-fest, instead of just watching hundreds of movies and then not saying anything, I should review them for future viewers. And post them here, to prove that I'm doing it. Because it will give me something to do on the nasty days and will at the very least be entertaining.

One thing stands in my way. Marvin. He's not feeling so great right now, and of course he's the one who has all my reviews thus far on him. What I really need is a flash drive--oh wait! My super awesome friend Anna (who completely rocks and is THE BEST EVER--and wants to meet you, actually, Alice, cause she thinks you're awesome) (Just to clarify, I too would like to meet you. It's just random that she does because she has no immediate connection, so I thought I'd share, and you know what, moving on now) bought me a flash drive! Or, actually, I bought the flash drive, she just fronted me the extra four dollars I didn't have to boost it up from the 2 gig to the 4 gig. Is she awesome or what?

So, that's what's going on with me.

Nov. 13th, 2009

Listen to that noise. Do you hear that sound? That's the sound of my keyboard. And I love it! Yes, my productivity is up! (I suddenly feel like a corporation). Anyway, I thought it would be nice to post and to let everyone know that I have finished the first chapter of my novel. I am exultant. I have written something.

AND, my friends, AND . . . I am going to post that first chapter here . . . just as soon as I remember to upload it to my zip drive, so I can actually get on the internet and post the darn thing. Yeah, Cybersitter is hard to get off your computer. (Curses and death to you, Cybersitter!)

In other news, I've been watching lots of good movies lately, starting to think writing a movie blog ala "Julie and Julia," although no way I'm going through an entire video store. I don't think that's possible. Is it? It might be interesting to try.

In any case, here I am, posting productivity happiness, and being excited for first chapters. I've forgotten how much fun it is to actually write something and have an overarching plot in your head and know what you're doing and where your going and then start writing and step back and take a breath and realizing you've actually gotten something done. It's an amazing feeling and I really love knowing that hopefully in a few months my novel will be DONE. Or, the first draft will be done. The polishing will just be beginning.

And just for the record, I do not to National Novel Writing Month. I do not believe anything of quality can be done in a month, and I also think that to rush one's creative process by forcing oneself to write an entire novel--or most of one--in a month is stupid. That's not to say you can't write a novel in a month, I just think the gimmick is used to push people into writing something that could be better if left to gestate on it's own.

Well, no one really cares that much about what I think of National Novel Writing Month.

Anyway, I ran out of things to say, so I guess that's it for now.

I'm a total SPN whore. Yeah. I admit it.

Because OH MY GOD! Dean and Cas are SO FUCKING PRETTY!

And next week, they have to go to a CON! A fucking CON! I am SO PSYCHED!

Because the Prophet Chuck does cons, apparently and the only reason I can think they'd go to one is to find Chuck! So, fandominess next Thursday.

And the Trickster wound up being (SPOILER ALERT!) Gabriel, and that's just cool, because he was totally beating up on Cas--the duct tape thing just made me go "GUH!"--and then Dean figured it out, and Sam was the car, and it was just so SUPERNATURAL! I love, love, love this show!

It's so nice to be obsessing over a show that's actually on the air. You have no idea. It's the best thing ever. Plus, with the pretty! Always a bonus. And I really enjoy the fact that the show is mostly men. Because, honestly, sometimes I get sick of the estrogen and bitchiness of women actresses--not the actresses, actually, but their characters. Because yeah, we can be petty and back biting, but I can get that with my sister. So I like watching the pretty boys run around and be all strong and manly.

And (I keep saying 'and', don't I?) Sam? Yeah, he's the universe's bitch. No doubt about it, he is definitely the universe's bitch, because honestly, that whole (SPOILER ALERT!) "true vessel" thing? Yeah, like I said. Bitch. Although, really, not so much with the surprise on that one, because if Dean is Michael's vessel, then obviously Sam had to be Lucifer's. DUH! Like there hasn't been a bigger "Duh" moment in TV since season four of Angel when it was so obvious they needed Angelus but nobody figured it out until half way through. Um, DUH! Since the only one who can remember it is someone who wasn't there when the beast rose . . . yeah, made perfect sense to me to haul the evil bastard out.

Anyway . . .

I think I'm done for now. But yeah. SPN whore. Totally.

I'm such a bitch. No. Really.

Hi. I'm a bitch. Or, alternately, an ass. And yeah, it's true.

I just convinced my ex boyfriend that not only am I a Dominatrix (for an exclusive and elite clientele--by recommendation and reference only), but also that my best friend (unnamed) may have committed suicide last night.

And have as yet done nothing to disabuse him of this notion.

Like I said. Bitch.

Cybersitter can BITE IT!

Where have I been? Slowly dying. Well, not really. Just . . . kind of really busy. And oddly enough, I've logged on here a bunch of times, I just haven't updated, which makes me sad.

But, ah, good news! I have decided, screw cybersitter, screw my father, and screw Marvin not accessing what I want him to! I'm liberating myself and uninstalling the damn thing. Because, while internet filters are nice, they are not God, and cybersitter needs to learn this. Because cybersitter is past the point of thinking it's God. It knows it's God, and I'm sick to hell of a stupid computer program running my fucking life!

Okay, rant over.



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