happy birthday, chibi ren!
RAWR
:::sets up godzilla town for you to stomp through::::
love you very much. chus.
Book Catch up
The more talented people I meet on LJ, the more books on my TBR pile. Ugh! Plus I have so many books I want to read in this MG/Tween genre as research... I really have a hard time keeping up.
Here's my current reading
Midnight for Charlie Bone - Reading this to get a good grasp on what makes a Tween book work.
Magyk - Reading it for the same reason above
The Lightening Thief - Same as above
Here's my TBR pile
One Foot in the Grave - Jeaniene Frost (Very excited to read)
Between Golden Jaws - Tiffany Trent (Loved the first two... looking forward to this one as well)
Love (And other uses for Duct Tape) - Carrie Jones (her first book blew me away, can't wait to tear into this one either)
Stray - Rachel Vincent - I've heard nothing but good things about this series
Duma Key - Stephen King - (I read every King book... no question)
I recently finished:and
Caitlin's book rocked! Werewolves have always been my favorite (since An American Werewolf in London). Caitlin's take on lycanthropy is truly unique. I thought the book had a pulp-ish feel to it, which I loved. (I could see Tarentino directing this baby.) Great voice, great characters and her descriptions of Nocturne City are brilliant. What a town! I was hooked. Go get her book!
Now... Mark Henry. The man needs help. I'm just not sure where to send him. I truly believe, the only person who could counsel Mark with these types of mental issues is Alice Cooper. At least the Alice Cooper of the 70's. For me, the theme song of this book would be Cold Ethyl by Alice Cooper. But... as disgusting as parts of this book may be... it hilarious. And I don't laugh at much. By far the greatest take on Zombies ever. I cannot wait for the sequel.
Embarassing Moment
I was driving into work this morning, flipping through the radio presets, looking for a song to challenge my awesome pipes... when I found something new. A really cool song. I cranked this baby up... put on my shades, leaned back real cool-like.... and it was a jingle for a car insurance company. Ugh!
Bowling
The bowling alley up the street has been for sale for years. Finally, this local woman bought it, did some remodeling and it opened up for mother's day. So, being the supreme athlete and generous husband/ father that I am... I loaded up the van and took the family bowling.
Except... when a woman gets involved in bowling... bad things can happen. How were we supposed to bowl on this?
- Mood:
happy - Music:Lunatic Fringe - Red Ryder
...I swear I read volumes 3-4, but I can only seem to find the writeup and v2. I don't even know. But stacking these two up after yesterday's finishing of Bonk was kind of fun, since it turned out that 5 and 6 are the volumes in which everybody gets laid. Creepily. Way to ease me back in, O author: hullo, incest!
Storywise, these did feel a little bit holding pattern. I did enjoy watching Mashiro get called out re: his hero complex, and I did enjoy Kureha's describing the kind of person she wanted to turn into, but v6 felt rather a lot like reading v5 with just some of the names changed and so I'm mostly wanting to get on with things already. But the shift in Mashiro's feelings towards Sou indicates that maybe we'll get some more movement next book out, so: looking forward to that.
"HOLYHEAD, Wales -- A man who dressed up as Darth Vader, wearing a garbage bag for a cape, and assaulted the founders of a group calling itself the Jedi church was given a suspended sentence Tuesday."
My first thought was: I would pay money to see that. Imagine my glee when I found out, I didn't have to!
There is a video here.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/wale
That is the funniest thing I have read this week. Okay, so you form a Jedi Church. And the Darth Vader comes, drunk on two boxes of wine and wearing a garbage bag. This is your moment to shine. Instead they punked out. Bwahahahahaha! They let a drunk beat them up at their own gathering! What kind of wussy Jedis are these?
Originally published at Enemy of Entropy. Please leave any comments there.
This is truly cool. It’s a limited edition, hand-printed “knitting tarot” deck. I learned about it via new LJ friend
ciannait.
They aren’t releasing many images, apparently, unless you’re a friend of theirs on Flickr. What I can see looks very clean and simple.</lj>
This afternoon I had a job interview which I think went well. I felt really positive when it ended and I think I answered the questions well. I had a few questions for them which they gave good answers to so that could all work out nicely. Only rub is my availability – I’ve promised a 4 week notice period at RHA (and yes, I KNOW I resigned a long time ago!). They’re cool with me not being available until then but they’d definitely prefer someone sooner so that makes me less desirable than someone available within the next week or two. I think I’m worth the wait but, yaknow, business needs are business needs :) The position sounds interesting, I was impressed by management and the timeline works for me (3-4 month contract with good potential to extend if everyone is happy). So things are crossed. By no means drama and angst if I don't get it, but still -- things are crossed :)
Then this evening we signed the lease and picked up the keys so it’s all go, Go, GO!
- Mood:
ditzy
- Mood:
anxious
There are no Reasons Black Armor Should Be More Fashionable this time, because I have shamelessly stolen caps of two scenes from ep 11 from
Meanwhile, oil popped and got the underside of my forearm while I was cooking earlier, and now I have little red welts. In a formation that vaguely resembles an elongated hand. Or claws. Oy. (Especially since I tend to lean on my arms a lot.)
I fumbled my way through the morning while Dad fixed on the car. In the afternoon we headed to Wonderland Park and I spent two hours on the swing listening to music and brainstorming for the AK UF. I have some good ideas I really ought to write down tonight. In any case I'll be sore tomorrow. After that we went to Wasilla Lake ('Newcomb Park' - who knew these things had names?) and then to McD's for lunch. That's where Maybelle went from 'annoying but pleasent' to 'can I kill it now?'
Somehow I nabbed a trip to Fred Meyers to look for a new skirt and ended up with two new camis and some new jewelry. Yay sales. We dragged ourselves home and I managed to skip out on the exciting trip to buy Maybelle a fish for her birthday. Instead I took a long bath. They get home and start their dinner and I had to make my own because they didn't get me any. I can't complain though, I hate Quiznos. I started washing the blender for a smoothie and they started letting the dogs in.
Here it gets fun because someone had the bright idea to let Velvet out of me room and of course they forgot to close the door properly behind them. Halfway through feeding the shelties Chai comes flying out of my room and guess what? the crate of the dog he hates is currently open and Rocky has been encouraging cratefighting for months! Chai goes berserk and rips into Rocky. It took several minutes but we did get them apart and finally hauled Chai's sorry ass back to his crate.
In the chaos Chai bit my hand hard and I'm afraid it's probably out of commission for a few days. Its already swollen up and coloring in. I still groom dogs tomorrow by the way. On an up side my parents paid off my credit card. I'm hiding it for the rest of the month. And I'm getting paid for brushing that Newfi and I've got a house sitting trip on memorial day week.
Crud. I need to be in bed before midnight if I want half a chance tomorrow and I haven't sent off Six Silver. It probably isn't wise to send it when tired, but I really hate to send it on Friday. *sigh* I'll go see if I can get my mom to check the formating for me.
- Mood:
sore - Music:Amon Hen - LOTR : FOTR
Above
Words today: 1500.
Words total: 36,150 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I'm doomed to not hit my bed before 2am any night this week.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Nachos, bananas, and bad-for-me cookies. Not together.
Darling du Jour: Jack squints against the curling black-ink loops. I'm not sure he reads so good, but in Safe you don't have to. There's always someone there who'll shut your eyes and tell you soft a story.
Words Matthew Won't Admit to Knowing: He had a serious vocabulary tonight. We got to use words longer than three syllables!
Mean Things: Evil asylum goes on and on, but I think it's almost done. Serious underappreciation for hardworking allies. Getting the wrong end of things.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Jeffrey Ford, The Physiognomy, textbooks.
The glamour: Class, where the truly awesome TA I had for Poetry and Prose 1600-1660 last summer is now the truly awesome TA I will have again. Sweet. Otherwise, today was eaten up by crampiness and school reading.
Bwah. I am so winning the unsaleable poll. *party dance!*
It occurs to me that in a week and a few hours, I will be hopping a plane for Wiscon. So I frantically wrote up a pack list tonight in the boring bit of the class, and compared it to my last year's pack list for completeness (there are sometimes upsides to having used to the same dollar-fifty reporter's notebook as a low-tech Blackberry for the past two years). I think I have everything, including stuff like Coyote the Laptop, who will be accompanying me on his first international adventure. I'm sure whatever I'm forgetting will come to me once...well, I'm there. *g*
So while this is everywhere and I probably won't get the reply volume I'm hoping for, this being almost 2am that I'm posting...will I see you there?
- Mood:
busy - Music:NIN -- Ghosts III
I picked up the needles with the ribbons baby blanket and did a few rows. Nice, mindless, easy knitting, I thought comfortably, working away. K3, P4. K across. K 3, P4 . .. .Of course a few rows later I realized I had somehow slipped and done either P3 or K4 and had to do a batch of fixing. But it's easy to fix knits and purls. Much, much easier than trying to fix YO, K2tog, SKP combos.
Still haven't fixed on a dk weight yarn for the sweater I want to make. Still wondering if it's just the picture I'm in love with. .. .
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Poll #1188114
Open to: All, results viewable to: All
Whose current book is more unsaleable?
Will you join our new subgenre, Unsaleable Monstrosities with Pretty Illustrations!
Yes!![]()
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6 (54.5%)
No!![]()
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1 (9.1%)
Hey, I can draw...![]()
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2 (18.2%)
Dudes, Clive Barker so beat you there.![]()
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0 (0.0%)
I only write for the Ticky!ist movement!![]()
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1 (9.1%)
Can we pick a fight with the Mundane guys?![]()
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6 (54.5%)
Most unsaleable book ever?
Trick question: what paranormal romance combo would be unsaleable?
- Mood:
goofy - Music:Ferron -- I Am Hungry
I posted the following in this thread. I’m posting it here because I feel like it. Story below the fold.
Originally published at Mythusmage Opines. Please leave any comments there.
Hey, hon!
If I were to send you some tunes... Say the album that the Miranda Lambert song I wrote you about the other day... Would you want me to send the actual CD or mp3s of the same? I'm assuming you would just rip the CD and listen mostly to the files anyway. And this way I can send stuff I've been listening to that I'm less sure you'd want without taking something I'm using and giving to someone who might not use it...
BTW, the album's pretty good.(Ah! Yes, a song came on because I was listening to the CD in question. Clearly my problem. My digressions always have a reason...) You want it. =) The second song is so sad... Her transmission blows out. And Bob could fix it real quick, but he's off fishinin' in the next county over 'cause this town's dry...
You know, I can think of at least a dozen country songs about how much dry counties/towns suck and how awful it is to find yourself in one. I cannot think of any songs about how lucky a place is to be dry or about how the singer wishes he wasn't legally able to obtain a drink. So how do people in places like Spruce Pine manage to be confused by the concept that staying dry hurts their tourism? They seriously are confused as to why people prefer to go to Bakersville. Or were before all the arson. Now they figure that it's mostly 'cause half the town burned down... But maybe the guy who set all of that wouldn't have if he could have worked his anger/boredom out through whiskey and gotten himself too blitzed to light a match... Or if the town had been opened some overpriced bars to greet the folks when the tourist train comes though, then maybe they would have had fun tourist places rather than a bunch of junk shops take over downtown and the fellow wouldn't have been upset enough to burn it all anyway. In fact, thinking about the junk stores, I'm sort of thinking that it wasn't such a bad idea to set fire to everything after all... (And it was mostly the junk shops he hit. He never got anywhere near damaging the theater or the drug shop, even if they did close their fountain and thus loose all their coolness points years ago.) Such frustrating stupidity. The town wanted the junk stores to become antique shops, but it honestly never occurred to them that the best way to do that is to situate the stores next to the sort of place that serves pastries and sherry. ::sigh::
Hmmm... Yeah. Then you post the email in your blog and keep analyzing the thoughts in it... The thing is, I get the concept that drinking and relaxing don't have to be tied together. Arguably shouldn't be tied together even. (I will grant that one shouldn't need alcohol to relax. But I don't see the harm in wanting manageable amounts of it.) But failure to acknowledge that people are not going to vacation in places where directions to the nearest drink involve finding a rusty trailer at the end of a dirt road, which is off of a gravel road and you'll need to look at your odometer to find either of them because the turnoffs are hidden by trees, but you leave town and then three quarters of a mile past the switchback that's after the old lumber mill (not the new one, the one they closed in the fifties)... Well... The moonshine at the trailer may be pretty darn good, but people aren't going to like that. And if you want to sell a product, such as your town, to people, you have to give them what they want, not what you want to allow them to want. That's a no-brainer, isn't it? Not even Business 101, it's remedial elementary school stuff. I could understand the attitude of, "We don't want outsiders here anyway," but that's not what they have. I guess there is some, "Well, we only want certain kinds of people to come..." to it and an accompanying denial about how few of those people are. But for the most part they just seem confused that it's actually important to people. Despite the fact that there have been many speeches and editorials about it and pretty much everyone has at least one close relative who moved away and cites, "It's dry," on their list of reasons to not come back.
(note: Yes, people in Spruce Pine listen to mainstream country music. I'm not sure if The Frog (their radio station) censors out things like Beer Run (censoring out George Jones! Can they do that??? Well, he does sing about sex and moonshine and piling into trucks to buy beer in the next county over...). But they do watch GAC and CMT and a lot of them have some form of satellite radio now, although this is possibly all people from the demographic that did not vote to retain the dry status...)
And now it's been I don't even know how long... I keep spacing out. Probably due for meds... But don't usually take them after seven. I need to get better at having Inga sing at me. The problem with getting my phone to remind me of stuff is that I have to remember to tell her to... Which I keep forgetting. I am thinking maybe I should set them for everyday, at the times I usually use, and then I can edit them if I take my first pill off of the schedule. And if I forget, then I still get reminders. The second dose might be too early or too late, but the others will be right on...
- Music:George Jones
Shows like America's top model play into this, so does cover girl and seventeen, who funds the show. Maybe we as regular men and women, should stop being so silent and let them know in their pocketbooks.
copy and paste below, because these stories aren't always archived.
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Too fat’ teen model spotlights fashion’s dark side
Alexandra Michael reveals ‘serious consequences’ of struggle to stay thin
Too fat to model?
May 14: Despite her established modeling career, Alexandra Michael was told that her legs were too big. Is the fashion industry getting out of hand? TODAY's Ann Curry reports.
It was a couple of pounds for Dallas, a few more for New York, and even more for Paris and the big international shows. Finally, she starved herself down to 102 pounds. The designers loved her.
But when she found her hair coming out in clumps as she flew home from a show last fall, she knew something was terribly wrong. “That’s kind of when I realized this wasn’t worth it anymore. This had completely taken over.”
Serious consequences
Michael, who turns 18 on Thursday, attracted the attention of The Wall Street Journal, which ran a story on the fashion industry’s continuing obsession with emaciated models and the eating disorders, illnesses and even deaths that are the price of their success. That led to an invitation from Teen Vogue for a cover shoot and the opportunity to tell her story to that magazine’s readers in the June/July issue, now on newsstands.
After her hair started falling out, Michael said she went to a nutritionist and her doctor. “I had serious consequences from not eating, like loss of my period for over a year and very, very low energy level,” she said.
Such complaints are common among models, for whom anorexia and bulimia are often just part of the job, Michael told Curry. She discovered that in Paris last year.
“I was sitting in a group of four girls,” Michael said. “I mentioned I hadn’t had a period in over a year and one by one, each one of them said, ‘Me, too.’ These were girls in their late teens, early 20s. There was no reason for that.”
No reason except the whims of the fashion designers, Leslie Goldman, author of “Locker Room Diaries,” told NBC. “In general, what designers are looking for is a model who in a sense will resemble a hanger when the clothing is on her,” she said. “The pressure to look thin is prevalent and rampant throughout our society. Modeling is like the microcosm of society, and there’s even more pressure.”
Thinner and thinner
“There’s been a shift in the fashion industry the last few years to extremely thin girls, almost emaciated,” Amy Astley, the editor-in-chief of Teen Vogue, told Curry. “It’s coming from the designers and it’s too much.”
Image: Alexandra Michael
Today Show
After Alexandra Michael gained some weight at the urging of medical advisors, she was told by designers that her legs were "too fat" for modeling.
It was Astley’s decision to feature Michael in her magazine’s new issue, and she hopes the teen’s story can help change the perception of beauty.
“The taste changes in models,” Astley said. The first skinny supermodel was the appropriately named Twiggy, a big-eyed waif who was all angles and who took the fashion world by storm in the 1960s. The industry then swung to curvy and athletic supermodels like Christie Brinkley and Naomi Campbell before turning to the cadaverous “heroin chic” look of the 1990s.
Today, super-thin continues to rule. Michael learned that after deciding she didn’t want to die for her job. She followed the advice of her medical advisers and put on 7 pounds. In January, now weighing 109, she went back to Paris for another big show. Only one designer would give her any work. The others sneered at her if they looked at her at all. Her legs, they told her, were too fat.
“I think it’s time to shift to something healthier,” Astley said. “We’ve been in this cycle of hyper-thin too long. I think that someone like Ali speaking out and Teen Vogue giving her a forum to speak out is part of the step toward changing.”
Michael agreed. “From my personal experience, it has to change,” she said. “We’re sending a message, and the fashion industry affects everybody — anybody who opens a magazine, anybody who watches TV.”
The average American woman is 5-foot-4 and weighs 163 pounds. The average supermodel is between 5-foot-9 and 5-foot-11 and weighs no more than 125 pounds. And as the United States spends $33 billion a year on diets and health professionals warn that the general population is getting fatter and fatter, the models get skinnier and skinnier — and so, too, do the girls and young women who try to emulate them.
“I don’t think that people realize that there are lifelong consequences,” Michael said. “Anorexia and bulimia can cause heart failure and osteoporosis and infertility. It’s a serious problem, and I think that it really needs to change.”
- Mood:
annoyed
Life: it's all about what you make the words mean.
Anyhow, it got me thinking about the times I've been mistaken for someone. There was once, about a decade back now, when I was standing in one of those corner bbq chicken and chips shops, and the guy behind the counter started talking to me about betting on the horses. I've never been into gambling--mostly because I'm terrible at it. Friends have told me that I'm a black hole of money when it comes to betting, and since I never have enough of it to go round, I never have much of an urge. In relation to betting on the horses, I've never done that once, not even on the popular Melbourne Cup, aka the Day Australia Gambles on the Ponies. But this guy, a big Romanian guy, if I remember right, talked to me as if I knew what the fuck happened in horse races, and after a while, he said something strange. He said, "Those tips you gave me worked out really well, mate," and I nodded, because I had been nodding throughout the conversation before, much to the amusement of Djae and Dee, but this one was a touch more specific, a bit more personal, and my interest was no longer polite, and a way to kill time. Instead, we were buddies. Mates. People who knew each other. And because of that, he asked me about my job, which I gathered was some kind of tradesman thing with boilers, another area I'm not qualified in; of course, at this stage, he was filling up my bag with extra food, and I thought if I said I wasn't who he thought I was, I'd lose that, so I said it was going fine.
I've had things like that happen occasionally. I'm sure I don't rate up there with the strangeness of Laird's, but what I do get, in addition, is the celebrity sightings and in particular, two:
The first of these has happened on and off for the last decade, easily, and also includes my one point in life where I could possibly have pretended to be famous to score a date with a cute girl. I didn't, mind, but this is mostly because I was caught off guard and it's, y'know, wrong. Also, I had no preparation time--I figure if you are going to pretend to be famous with a cute girl, you have to know the subject.
The subject you ask?
A man named Ugly Phil.
He's the white guy in the shirt I'd never wear.
Anyhow, I was in a record store when the girl approached me and asked if I was Ugly Phil. I laughed, and said no, and then she said, "It's not an insult, he's really not ugly."
However, in recent years, it is more likely that people will say to me, "Has anyone ever told you that you look like that guy from Mythbusters? You know, the one with the beret."
It's mainly kids who say it, and this probably reflects more on the Mythbuster audience and who I spent the majority of time with than anything else, but it's always strange to be told that. After all, I don't own a beret. Also, I have absolutely no science ability whatsoever, and if anyone asked me to disprove any kind of myth, I'd likely just have to make some new kind of one up, but make it sound realistic. I'm sure it'd take less effort, too.
However, I do admit, I am kind of envious over the handlebar mustache Jamie Hyneman has himself.
I bet he gets that a lot, though.
- Music:john butler trio

