Oh man… my stepdad is great. I told him I was moving in on the 29th, and he thought I meant Saturday. Nope. Tomorrow. He’s totally not ready for me to move in, and I am totally not ready to move out, but the movers are showing up any way. The good news is he found a place to live. A little cottage on the water and the rent is less than my rent here! Hooray!! So this weekend is going to consist of a whole bunch of stuff shuffling. But there are two rooms that are completely empty, and ready for me: my bedroom and the bathroom. What more do you need, huh?
You would not believe how much stuff you really have, until you try to put it into boxes. I was packing my bathroom, thinking – small room, not much stuff. Oh how wrong I was.
I have not had time to do any research for my NaNoWriMo project. I am glad that I have next week off as well, and more time to write, as I am going to take a little time to plan out some essential elements. Since it is a murder mystery. Other than that, I’m winging it, again. I figure one of three things will happen. One – it sucks ass. Two – it turns out ok, despite the seat of my pants writing technique. Three – it turns out to be more of an exercise in preparing for a mystery, than a mystery itself. That is to say, i will be working out a lot of details as I go along. At the end of the 50k, I might have prepared myself to THEN write a mystery. Who knows.
An important announcement about commenting. Kids, I am sick of spam. It makes me so angry. I don’t like to be angry. So here is what I am going to do. I am going to turn on registration needed. It works like this, if you have a type key ID, your comment will show up immediately. If you do not, you will have to wait for my approval. The benefit of a type key ID is that it is a single sign on for any MovableType blog that requires it. One user name, one password, all access. It’s private, and none of your information is sold to anyone. Go check it out, I encourage you to get one. I’ve already encountered a couple of blogs that require it. I will, however, hold off on this change until I have internet access at Casa Nueva de los Hodi. And I am pretty Jodi-on-the-spot about checking comments, so approval shouldn’t take too long. I wish there was a way to require approval only once, but I can’t find a way. Life is not perfect.
Monthly Archives: October 2004
Satan’s bookclub… because God hates an open mind.
I’ve been trying to think up tag lines for Satan’s bookclub. That one above is my favorite so far, but I’m not satisfied with it. We’ll see if something better comes to mind. It should be easier for me to work on it once I move. However, it’s also the beginning of NaNoWriMo. And I am not sure when i will have internet access at the house. I haven’t arranged for it yet. Did mention that in a previous post? It feels familiar…. oh well. The point is, I may not have that much time, in November, to work on it. Louise and I still have a photo shoot we need to do, and then some photoshopping. That’s the most time consuming part. I think I will make Louise do the photoshopping.
I’ll be up all night finishing the packing. That is just how I am. I don’t move fast until there is danger. Movers showing up at 8 am, who are paid by the hour, is danger. The danger has to be imminent. Really really imminent. It’s ok, I’m a night person. And once everything is moved, which shouldn’t take that long, I can take a nap. I looooove napping. So don’t think of this as waiting to the last minute LIKE AN IDIOT. Think of this as a way to set up a required napping situation. God, I am brilliant!
I was listening to Dracula, while packing my desk… Bram Stoker sure did like to use his words, didn’t he. The story does drag a bit, in places. By far, my favorite narrating character is Dr. Seward. I feel very sorry for him, for having his proposal turned down. But, in the end, I guess it didn’t matter… Lucy’s fate was a short one. I am sort of anxious to finish it up, as I have received a notice from the library telling me that “Wizard and Glass” is ready for me to pick up. It’s the 4th book in the Gunslinger series. I think.. yeah, the 4th. Anyway, both the 4th and the 5th books are ready for me to pick up. And I’ve been waiting a long time for them. I can’t believe I didn’t just go out and buy the books and read ’em.
Okay, that is enough procrastinating, I am going to go pack up the bathroom.
panic mode
right now i’ve entered panic mode. no way everything will be packed up by friday at 8 am. must not lose focus. must stay up all night. wait, this is wednesday. ok, i can sleep tonight, but not thursday night.
out of trash bags. must go get more. at this point, i am throwing away more stuff than i am packing, it seems.
Happy 500th post!!
This time I mean. It really is the 500th post. Yay!
Ok, now that that is over with…
Washington State School District Says Halloween Disrespectful of Witches. Of course it’s Puyallup.. OF COURSE!! That’s just brilliant. You know what I say? Fuck the witches if they can’t take a joke. Even the parents are sad. The little kids don’t get to dress up or have a party. Not even one of those lame PC Harvest Parties. God that school district sucks. What is this world coming to?
Oh, and you know what else? Christmas is disrespectful to jolly fat men and Little People. What do you say to that, Puyallup?
Yeah, she was in great pain! Then we cut off her head, and drove a stake through her heart, and burned it, and then she found peace.
Right now, I am listening to Bram Stoker’s Dracula, in the car. I think that is why I keep finding errands to run. Since I am not working, I am not commuting.. not as much story time. The male narrator sounds just like Wesley from Buffy/Angel, and I like him very much. In my mind it’s Wesley telling me the story of Dracula. Scruffy tough Wesley with the shivs hidden up his sleeves, not awkward, geeky Wesley. Oh either one, it doesn’t matter. The female narrator is ok, when she’s reading women, but when she had to do the voice of the old man, sitting with Lucy and Mina in the graveyard, over looking the harbor and complaining about the lies people put on gravestones… it was PAINFUL. Reminiscent of Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins. It doesn’t help that this is a particularly slow part of the book, in my opinion. I was thrilled when we moved back to the Doctor and Renfileld. When I last left them in the car, Renfield had just eaten up all of his pet swallows and was barfing up feathers. Now that’s a story!!
books in boxes
As of this moment, I have nine boxes of books. And I am not done yet. I wasn’t far off in my original estimate of ten boxes, I think. But I am having a very hard time waking up this morning. Very sleepy. I didn’t do much of it last night. Sleeping. So I have decided to go to linens n’ things and buy a new shower curtain for the newly redone bathroom at the house. The plastic one that is up there now is not suitable. It’s what we, in the family, call a baby-shit brown. Probably wasn’t as bad when the cabinets and counters were still that school bus yellow. But know that everything is a nice clean white… blech.
Oh, and if you are worried about satan’s bookclub…
Don’t be. Louise and I are working on it. We have a rough idea of a design. It’s just that I will not be able to work on that until after the move, and I’ll probably be off-line for more than a few days. It’s going to be great, you’ll see. I’m sure designing the site will be a great way to procrastinate on my nanowrimo novel… the plot of which I have not even discovered yet.
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I got to get into this dude’s pelt and crawl around for a few days. Who’s the gopher’s ally. His friends. The harmless squirrel and the friendly rabbit.
So… packing going slowly. And I broke one of my fabulous nails. The whole thing is very discouraging. I’d rather read. And so I did! 🙂
Did I tell you about Anglicon? I don’t think I did. A couple of months ago, Louise came across this con. She thought she was particularly qualified to go, despite the fact it’s not called Scotticon. There was a steam punk panel she wanted to attend. And there were actually a couple other panels that looked amusing. Something about bodice rippers I felt needed my attention. But that panel was cancelled. When it came time for the actual con, the only thing I wanted to see or do, was the panel from Studio Foglio, about their comic Girl Genius. And I wanted to get issue two. That panel was at 5pm on Saturday. But my uncle’s memorial was Saturday at 2, down in Olympia. About 35 minutes away from the con. So I took Louise to her first trip to Denny’s, can you believe it, and dropped her off on my way to the memorial. I was hoping to be back by about 5:30, but in reality it was 6:30 and I missed the only thing I really wanted to attend. And I had no new comic, to boot.
Which leaves me only Friday night and the Steam Punk panel to tell you about. The panel was interesting, there are all kinds of “punk.” Cyber punk, splatter punk, steam punk… I think I am going to start jodipunk. It probably would have been even more interesting, had it not been for the older gentleman in the front row, left hand side. I’d say he was in his mid to late 50’s, in a t-shirt that was too small – stretched tight over his gut, sweat pants that were too small and too short… and a fox tail, ears and nose. Oh, and some kind of flashing red collar. He had a bit of an under-bite, and it took me a while to realize that he sounded vaguely like Bill Murray in Caddyshack when he talked. Which he did. Frequently. If you asked a question, he would interrupt to answer, and his answers usually took about five minutes. Every new book, comic, game etc the panelist brought up, the wee little furry had an opinion on. He did that thing… you know… that thing where the answer or fact the panelist gave was never good enough. He was pedantic with his use of RPG, computer games, and all sorts of arcane info. The panelist, was far far far more patient than I would have been. Louise had her Perfectly Pleasant face on. She wanted to go up and talk to the panelist after, but she refused to do it while foxy was still around. And that, right there, a man in clothes too small for him, and a sad bit of furry costume, is pretty much my soul experience with anglicon. Which, now that I think about it, was pretty much enough for me. It wasn’t even worth writing about right away. Although the panelist did let us look through his books and comics…. and there was a pretty cool Steam Punk Wonder Woman comic.
I should be, procrastination is one of my favorite hobbies… Isn’t it funny that my two favorite hobbies rhyme?*
Hi!
Where have I been, anyway? I guess I needed a bit of a break from the computer, during the first week of my sabbatical. I did a lot of reading, as well. But now I am doing some serious packing. Which probably means I’ll be around a bit more… as blogs are an excellent source of procrastination. Like.. right now for instance.
So far, sabbatical has been good. I had to work last sunday for about 7 hours, to finish some stuff up, but other than that, I’ve totally forgotten where I work. Tuesday was my birthday, and EvilDeb took half the day off and we went to the spa. The whole thing was a surprise, other than the fact I knew we were going to do something. We had facials and lunch and massages and manicures and pedicures. And she paid for the whole thing. I don’t even want to know how much that cost. I think I have an idea, but I am trying to bury that knowledge way down, so I am not overcome with guilt. Instead, let us focus on how fabulous my nails look. They were all about one length and pretty long to begin with, so it was a good time for a manicure. I picked a bright, in your face, fuck off red… this is a vamp red… a vegas weekend red. With just a hint of blue, so as not to be too orange. The color is O.P.I The Thrill of Brazil and it’s a cream polish, with a high shine top coat. I cannot tell you how bitchin’ my nails look. I keep pointing things out to strangers, and tapping my chin in thought. I bought the nail polish so I could do touch ups. Anyway, my birthday rocked because I spent it being pampered and I really really enjoy being pampered.
Ok, I need to go get some more boxes. In intrigued to find out how many boxes it takes to pack up all my books. I’m guessing 10. That’s my estimate. We’ll see.
*since the title today comes from an indie film, I thought I’d show support by posting the link to the official site. Burning Annie. Whoo-hooo! Support indie films!!
yes, fee, that is a guinea pig
it was the kindergarten guinea pig, and we each got a turn in taking it home for the weekend. And making it our baby doll.
More later.
not about the guinea pig… but other stuff.
PS: Romy, let’s you and me travel the country in our hello kitty trailer! we are going to need a big old fuck off pick truck to haul it with.