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Oh man. I'm so awesome. I will coach you in awesome if you wish to be awesome the way that I am. ... At Harry Potter.
But, yes, I am terribly disappointed at that middle grade.
Monday
Tuesday
Um. It wasn't really the zombie apocalypse.
Good thing, too, because I didn't have any gas in my car that day. Isn't that always the way? You think, "Oh, I'll be fine for a few days. I can get gas tomorrow." Well, what if tomorrow is the zombie apocalypse? You see what I mean.
I could have sworn I was here to actually make an entry about something. Oops! I am listening to the Decemberists. As one does. I recently learned that Colin Meloy wrote "Red Right Ankle" for his girlfriend, which means that I can't entertain thoughts of marrying him anymore. That's just so sweet.
Oh, also, because I have a significant other already. Did you know that? I realized after the last entry that I never write about him. But I totally still have one! About that, actually, my boyfriend kind of looks like a blonder Colin Meloy. Sort of. I like him much more, though. One of the reasons that I don't ever talk about my relationship is, seriously, you people are mushy and gross and boring and boring when you do that, and I honestly don't trust myself to be any better. I mean, sometimes! Not all the time. I mean it in a good way. Other reasons include "I hate being candid" and "It's none of your business."
One of my workmates pointed out that I have gray hair today. Seriously. About both the fact that I have gray hair and that he pointed it out. He's a dick. I have no idea why I haven't quit yet. I'm not even sure I like money this much, to be honest.
HOLY CRAP, what is this entry about? If I may, I would like to blame the whole thing on the fact that I have been very very tired for the past week or so. I take long naps and then sleep through the night anyway. And wake up sleepy. It hasn't even been that hot. I really hope I'm not developing some crazy illness. I have quite enough of those.
20 days until Order of the Phoenix! I'm much more excited for this than I was for any other movie, first because OotP is my favorite book in the series, and secondly because I've been following the production updates since they were casting. That's over a year and a half! And then there's the book, which I am so disproportionally excited about I can't even get into it right now. I've been feeling the urge lately to get depressed and read Anne Rice books. I can't though! There's no time! POTTER!
I could have sworn I was here to actually make an entry about something. Oops! I am listening to the Decemberists. As one does. I recently learned that Colin Meloy wrote "Red Right Ankle" for his girlfriend, which means that I can't entertain thoughts of marrying him anymore. That's just so sweet.
Oh, also, because I have a significant other already. Did you know that? I realized after the last entry that I never write about him. But I totally still have one! About that, actually, my boyfriend kind of looks like a blonder Colin Meloy. Sort of. I like him much more, though. One of the reasons that I don't ever talk about my relationship is, seriously, you people are mushy and gross and boring and boring when you do that, and I honestly don't trust myself to be any better. I mean, sometimes! Not all the time. I mean it in a good way. Other reasons include "I hate being candid" and "It's none of your business."
One of my workmates pointed out that I have gray hair today. Seriously. About both the fact that I have gray hair and that he pointed it out. He's a dick. I have no idea why I haven't quit yet. I'm not even sure I like money this much, to be honest.
HOLY CRAP, what is this entry about? If I may, I would like to blame the whole thing on the fact that I have been very very tired for the past week or so. I take long naps and then sleep through the night anyway. And wake up sleepy. It hasn't even been that hot. I really hope I'm not developing some crazy illness. I have quite enough of those.
20 days until Order of the Phoenix! I'm much more excited for this than I was for any other movie, first because OotP is my favorite book in the series, and secondly because I've been following the production updates since they were casting. That's over a year and a half! And then there's the book, which I am so disproportionally excited about I can't even get into it right now. I've been feeling the urge lately to get depressed and read Anne Rice books. I can't though! There's no time! POTTER!
Wednesday
It's the end of the world as I blog it.
I guess they're not just a metaphor for communism anymore, are they, society?
No.
There are none outside. I'm actually surprised. In New Jersey, most densely populated state in America (it still is, I guess?), so far there are none. Which is why I think it's okay to make a fucking blog entry, apparently. There's nothing at all outside.
Honey, if you're reading this ... well. I suppose it would probably be too much to ask for you to come and get me. It would be rather horrible if you made it all the way up here only to have me eat your face. Romantic? Possibly? But in all practicality it's probably not a good idea. I won't be here anyway. I do wish I had a gun, though, so, you were right. Fucking zombies! Speaking of which, though, YOU HAD BETTER FUCKING LIVE. Seriously, I will find a way to get back at you if you don't. Even if there is no afterlife I will still fucking manage it somehow. I love you. ... We probably should have had more sex.
If anyone else is reading this, I just want you to know that you were one of the ones I didn't hate. Even if I may have, at some time, said otherwise. I didn't, really.
Of course I guess it's possible that the only ones reading this are the marine mammals. After they've grown thumbs and found our artifacts and unlocked our technology. Obviously. Many thousands of years in the future. I hope it's the orcas, and not the dolphins. They were on our side. Well, to you I say, humanity definitely went out like a bitch. But when you tell our story on whatever your version of television is, be sympathetic. And get someone attractive to play me. For the orca-interest aspect.
Or I guess it's possible that no one will read this. Probable.
I have to go.
I don't know what to do about the cats. Neither of them will make it.
Oh. Here they come.
No.
There are none outside. I'm actually surprised. In New Jersey, most densely populated state in America (it still is, I guess?), so far there are none. Which is why I think it's okay to make a fucking blog entry, apparently. There's nothing at all outside.
Honey, if you're reading this ... well. I suppose it would probably be too much to ask for you to come and get me. It would be rather horrible if you made it all the way up here only to have me eat your face. Romantic? Possibly? But in all practicality it's probably not a good idea. I won't be here anyway. I do wish I had a gun, though, so, you were right. Fucking zombies! Speaking of which, though, YOU HAD BETTER FUCKING LIVE. Seriously, I will find a way to get back at you if you don't. Even if there is no afterlife I will still fucking manage it somehow. I love you. ... We probably should have had more sex.
If anyone else is reading this, I just want you to know that you were one of the ones I didn't hate. Even if I may have, at some time, said otherwise. I didn't, really.
Of course I guess it's possible that the only ones reading this are the marine mammals. After they've grown thumbs and found our artifacts and unlocked our technology. Obviously. Many thousands of years in the future. I hope it's the orcas, and not the dolphins. They were on our side. Well, to you I say, humanity definitely went out like a bitch. But when you tell our story on whatever your version of television is, be sympathetic. And get someone attractive to play me. For the orca-interest aspect.
Or I guess it's possible that no one will read this. Probable.
I have to go.
I don't know what to do about the cats. Neither of them will make it.
Oh. Here they come.
Thursday
Let me tell you about my fan videos.
Before we begin, I should note that I've never made a fan video in my life.
However, it seems that, alongside all the ideas for stories and songs and figurines, I now have a healthy amount of ideas for fan videos.
I don't know that much about fan videos. I was first introduced to the concept through Jewels from the WD. At one of the first WD parties I went to she pulled out of a tape of vids she had made. The gist is, you take a song, and make a sort-of music video for it using scenes from a given fandom. Or what have you. You can use it to illustrate a story in the canon, or fabricate your own based on the fact that Spike and Willow were clearly meant to be. Ahem. You know.
I don't know anything about the conventions of making fanvids or the community of fanvidders, and even less about how I would go about creating one myself. I imagine it would have something to do with torrents, and, most likely, getting a new computer. My computer barely loaded this page, honestly. I don't know anyone that I can really ask about it, either. Yet, every time I listen to certain songs, I can't help but mentally put certain scenes to it. It's not fair! I like those songs by themselves!
I've idly wondered if I could just commission someone who does this sort of thing to make them for me. Heaven knows I'm probably never going to get around to it. After knitting and making jam and reading Harry Potter for the fiftieth time, I don't imagine I'll have enough drive. Or boredom.
So, here's a list of all the fan videos I never made.
Lord of the Rings - Kashmir, by Led Zeppelin
If you can't figure out how to set LoTR to Led Zeppelin, then you're just not trying. The idea itself makes me giggle. It's a long-ass song, but there's also material from three long-ass movies. I'm not sure what the actual content would be like, but, you know, elves and Ents, that sort of thing.
To sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
Who talk of days for which they sit and wait
Lord of The Rings - Wayfaring Stranger, by Neko Case
The same thing, really, only this one would be a little more slowed down and moody. Shots of everyone clambering on rocks, Sam crying, stuff like that. The plunky pseudo-Celtic music is what sells it.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A'traveling through this word below
But there's no sickness toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
Lost - John Saw That Number, by Neko Case
It would be completely brilliantly hilariously full of Locke and religious symbolism. Plus, John did see that number! All over the island! This is probably the one I think about the most, because I guess I think it's the most feasible. And since the end of the current season, there would be a lot more material to scavenge. I was so excited when Locke called someone a Pharisee in an episode. Between that and the Jupe-cast, I'm having paranoid suspicions that the show's creators are listening in on my thoughts. I would have said Desmond, but.
John saw that number
Way in the middle of the air
Crying 'Holy! Holy to the Lord!'
Star Wars - Angel, Won't You Call Me?, by the Decemberists
This one would be all about Anakin and Padmé. I KNOW! I know. It's so embarrassingly bad. But at least I would be guaranteed to tell the story better than George Lucas. DON'T JUDGE ME.
Though I am a lost cause
Angel won't you call me?
Battlestar Galactica - Reasons To Fall, by Lauren Hoffman
This one just happened, and is the reason I made this post in the first place. It would be about Kara. And ... anybody, really. Maybe Lee. But mostly Kara.
No, you're gonna wait 'til the moment is certain
While I've been out searching for reasons to fall
That's it! I was pretty sure I had at least one more, but I can't think of it. It might have been another iteration of LoTR + Zeppelin, though, so maybe we're better off.
However, it seems that, alongside all the ideas for stories and songs and figurines, I now have a healthy amount of ideas for fan videos.
I don't know that much about fan videos. I was first introduced to the concept through Jewels from the WD. At one of the first WD parties I went to she pulled out of a tape of vids she had made. The gist is, you take a song, and make a sort-of music video for it using scenes from a given fandom. Or what have you. You can use it to illustrate a story in the canon, or fabricate your own based on the fact that Spike and Willow were clearly meant to be. Ahem. You know.
I don't know anything about the conventions of making fanvids or the community of fanvidders, and even less about how I would go about creating one myself. I imagine it would have something to do with torrents, and, most likely, getting a new computer. My computer barely loaded this page, honestly. I don't know anyone that I can really ask about it, either. Yet, every time I listen to certain songs, I can't help but mentally put certain scenes to it. It's not fair! I like those songs by themselves!
I've idly wondered if I could just commission someone who does this sort of thing to make them for me. Heaven knows I'm probably never going to get around to it. After knitting and making jam and reading Harry Potter for the fiftieth time, I don't imagine I'll have enough drive. Or boredom.
So, here's a list of all the fan videos I never made.
Lord of the Rings - Kashmir, by Led Zeppelin
If you can't figure out how to set LoTR to Led Zeppelin, then you're just not trying. The idea itself makes me giggle. It's a long-ass song, but there's also material from three long-ass movies. I'm not sure what the actual content would be like, but, you know, elves and Ents, that sort of thing.
To sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
Who talk of days for which they sit and wait
Lord of The Rings - Wayfaring Stranger, by Neko Case
The same thing, really, only this one would be a little more slowed down and moody. Shots of everyone clambering on rocks, Sam crying, stuff like that. The plunky pseudo-Celtic music is what sells it.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A'traveling through this word below
But there's no sickness toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
Lost - John Saw That Number, by Neko Case
It would be completely brilliantly hilariously full of Locke and religious symbolism. Plus, John did see that number! All over the island! This is probably the one I think about the most, because I guess I think it's the most feasible. And since the end of the current season, there would be a lot more material to scavenge. I was so excited when Locke called someone a Pharisee in an episode. Between that and the Jupe-cast, I'm having paranoid suspicions that the show's creators are listening in on my thoughts. I would have said Desmond, but.
John saw that number
Way in the middle of the air
Crying 'Holy! Holy to the Lord!'
Star Wars - Angel, Won't You Call Me?, by the Decemberists
This one would be all about Anakin and Padmé. I KNOW! I know. It's so embarrassingly bad. But at least I would be guaranteed to tell the story better than George Lucas. DON'T JUDGE ME.
Though I am a lost cause
Angel won't you call me?
Battlestar Galactica - Reasons To Fall, by Lauren Hoffman
This one just happened, and is the reason I made this post in the first place. It would be about Kara. And ... anybody, really. Maybe Lee. But mostly Kara.
No, you're gonna wait 'til the moment is certain
While I've been out searching for reasons to fall
That's it! I was pretty sure I had at least one more, but I can't think of it. It might have been another iteration of LoTR + Zeppelin, though, so maybe we're better off.
Tuesday
Why I Blog.
Some time ago, the lovely and many-talented Jess tagged me to do this thing. The challenge, should I choose to accept it, is to explain five reason Why I Blog.
Um. I blog?
Hee! Seriously, though, it would be far easier for me to come up with a list of reasons that I don't blog. Surely I do that more than I do. But here goes.
1.These thoughts go here. My brain is running constantly. There are things that I think about that will never reach anyone else. This depends on many things, but mainly, my mood and the timing. I'm perfectly fine to let most things slip by. However, sometimes, I wanted my thoughts to reach other people. I try to put them where I feel they will be most appropriate, although, to be honest, I have very little understanding of why I make the choices I do. Message board? Email? Phone call? Paper? Blog? Everything that gets put here fits here. Or, at least, I felt like it did at the time.
2. I need a place to talk about television shows and Harry Potter. I refuse to join any more message boards. They hurt. My blog is a more than acceptable substitute. At least I know I like all the respondents.
3. You people are funny. This seems like it should be a reason for me to read blogs rather than why I keep one. But it's true. You people are funny. And by posting to my blog, I can, to some extent, control what subjects you're talking about, and take some hand in crafting the amusement I'll be receiving from you. ... Don't feel used.
4. I don't keep a diary. I've never kept a diary. The best I have is a journal that I've had since I was ten. I make a new entry about once a year, or whenever I'm feeling like something profound is going on in my life. The internet makes it much easier for me to chronicle what my days are like: I don't even have to think about it.
5. Sometimes people ask me to. For some reason, every so often, one of the five of you reading right now will let me know that you think I should make a blog entry. I guess you like hearing me dribble on like this!
Here are five people that I'd like to see answer this, if that's their thing:
1. Lauren
2. Jenny
3. Kirk
4. Pat-n-Steph
5. Del (Hee! A cheat! But Del, I absolutely would have tagged you if I'd done this before you did.)
Um. I blog?
Hee! Seriously, though, it would be far easier for me to come up with a list of reasons that I don't blog. Surely I do that more than I do. But here goes.
1.These thoughts go here. My brain is running constantly. There are things that I think about that will never reach anyone else. This depends on many things, but mainly, my mood and the timing. I'm perfectly fine to let most things slip by. However, sometimes, I wanted my thoughts to reach other people. I try to put them where I feel they will be most appropriate, although, to be honest, I have very little understanding of why I make the choices I do. Message board? Email? Phone call? Paper? Blog? Everything that gets put here fits here. Or, at least, I felt like it did at the time.
2. I need a place to talk about television shows and Harry Potter. I refuse to join any more message boards. They hurt. My blog is a more than acceptable substitute. At least I know I like all the respondents.
3. You people are funny. This seems like it should be a reason for me to read blogs rather than why I keep one. But it's true. You people are funny. And by posting to my blog, I can, to some extent, control what subjects you're talking about, and take some hand in crafting the amusement I'll be receiving from you. ... Don't feel used.
4. I don't keep a diary. I've never kept a diary. The best I have is a journal that I've had since I was ten. I make a new entry about once a year, or whenever I'm feeling like something profound is going on in my life. The internet makes it much easier for me to chronicle what my days are like: I don't even have to think about it.
5. Sometimes people ask me to. For some reason, every so often, one of the five of you reading right now will let me know that you think I should make a blog entry. I guess you like hearing me dribble on like this!
Here are five people that I'd like to see answer this, if that's their thing:
1. Lauren
2. Jenny
3. Kirk
4. Pat-n-Steph
5. Del (Hee! A cheat! But Del, I absolutely would have tagged you if I'd done this before you did.)
Friday
Ladies and gentlemen, refresh your browsers.
Or, put more aptly: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
I'm so very happy and excited! Look at my blog! LOOK AT IT! I am delighted. I cannot even coherently express how happy I am with my shiny new blog. At best, I can write random, exultant words, like so: YAY! EXCITMENT! HEE! AWESOMTASTIC! BLOG!
See?
However, before you say anything, I would like to tell you that this is all thanks to tiniest young Lauren, who is the best thing ever. For some time now, she has been toiling away trying to adjust my template to match my ridiculous expectations. She would run in, crying and sweating, and fretting, "I'm sorry this is taking so long!" and I, reclining on a couch, watching television and scarfing down popcorn would reply, "It's cool!"
... That was hyperbole. What I mean is that Lauren did everything. Also that I love her and she is terrific.
BLOG!
I'm so very happy and excited! Look at my blog! LOOK AT IT! I am delighted. I cannot even coherently express how happy I am with my shiny new blog. At best, I can write random, exultant words, like so: YAY! EXCITMENT! HEE! AWESOMTASTIC! BLOG!
See?
However, before you say anything, I would like to tell you that this is all thanks to tiniest young Lauren, who is the best thing ever. For some time now, she has been toiling away trying to adjust my template to match my ridiculous expectations. She would run in, crying and sweating, and fretting, "I'm sorry this is taking so long!" and I, reclining on a couch, watching television and scarfing down popcorn would reply, "It's cool!"
... That was hyperbole. What I mean is that Lauren did everything. Also that I love her and she is terrific.
BLOG!
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