| Mamma Mia! |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|11:34 pm] |
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Although I cannot quite believe I am cut-tagging for spoilers of "Mamma Mia" --
( the dopiest movie you will ever love )
One curious thing: Our audience was really into it -- as in, they kept doing dance moves during the numbers. I came to believe that several former cast members of the Broadway show were there. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|11:59 am] |
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Headline on my elevator's news screen:
JENNIFER GARNER'S FRIEND AND ALIAS CO-STAR VICTOR GARBER SAYS SHE'S PREGNANT.
This amuses me no end, less b/c of the impending arrival (though, you know, yay) and more b/c it makes me giggle to think of the news crawl being, essentially, VICTOR IS A TATTLETALE. |
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| stuck! |
[Jul. 17th, 2008|04:20 pm] |
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Writers block is not one of my big problems, generally speaking -- I might get a bit burnt out and need to take some time off, but by and large, I can get cracking when I need to. And I am feeling very creative these days, doing quite a lot of brainstorming on the fiction proposals I'm outlining and preparing, hopefully to start making rounds later this year.
So why is it that, when it comes to writing a 300-word blog post for the publisher about VBTF, I am STUCK?
It goes like this:
Just write what you feel like!
I LIKE MONKEYS.
Okay, great, monkeys are great, but you want to promote your book. There are no monkeys in the book. Any other thoughts?
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BOOKS IS GOOD!
Every alley seems blind here. Any thoughts? Suggestions?
TNT has started rerunning "Alias," which makes me happy. I don't rewatch the whole episodes -- just the scenes I particularly like/remember, usually while eating breakfast. Today was "Prophet Five," so I got to watch Jack find out he'll be a grandpa. Aww.
I've been crummy about responding to comments or LiveJournaling generally the past couple weeks. I promise to improve.
Tomorrow night, I am running to the movie theater to see -- "Mamma Mia"! Yeah, I heard all about the Batman movie, and I intend to see it too, but given the current craziness, I think it might be wiser to wait a few weeks. Also, a coworker and I have already made a pact to consume many girly drinks beforehand, so I think an evening of Pierce Brosnan and ABBA sounds just about divine. |
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| an Alias thought before bedtime |
[Jul. 14th, 2008|01:19 am] |
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![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) raptor47 and I were discussing this the other day: Of course Jack Bristow is a cat person.
This is because he is a cat.
He's neat. He can be far more lethal than he looks. He shows affection pretty much when he decides it's time and will not be rushed. He moves quietly. He's finicky about who he will and will not spend time with.
And, to show his devotion, he presents Sydney with his kills, and can't understand why she isn't delighted by the gifts.
Cat, right? |
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| Ugh |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|12:13 am] |
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| | freakin' fireworks | ] |
Last night, while hanging out as the dextrous astolat displayed her prowess at Star Wars Lego for the Wii, I began to think the game was making me motion sick. Then I briefly went into the next room and realized, no, the dizziness was coming from inside the body. I made it home and crashed rather hard. This morning I believed I was in the grip of a stomach bug, as the dizziness had been met by its good pal nausea, but since late afternoon I have come to believe that I am actually fending the bug off. Dizziness is still in place, and I certainly don't feel good, but the nausea is better and I was even able to eat some instant grits for dinner. I plan to take it very easy tomorrow, as I did today.
A good night's sleep would be helpful, but the neighbors are setting off illegal fireworks. I don't like calling 311 with noise complaints, but if this is still going on in 30 minutes, I'll have to do it. Seriously, why not at 10 p.m.? Why would this not have done as well?
At least it was quiet today while I took a very long nap. I dreamed a lot. The best of the dreams involved me slow-dancing with Jack Bristow, who was not putting in any fancy moves but not embarrassing himself, either. I remember resting my head against his shoulder. Most divine. It did not even matter that we were in a grocery store.
The day started off with the delivery of my new desk and the long-dreamt-of table and chairs. Everything looks nice and fits perfectly. I am well-pleased. |
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| shipping meme |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|12:53 pm] |
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( shippy meme )
Meanwhile, if you thought last night's ABC promo from 1981 was horrific, all I have to say is this: Apparently, the next year, all those actors were desperately wishing they only had to do the chorus line again.
( ABC promo, 1982 )
I don't see the stuff I want to buy at ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) livelongnmarry yet, but I intend to keep looking! |
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| Why they strike |
[Jul. 1st, 2008|09:45 pm] |
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None of us want SAG to strike and further disrupt the production of the shows we love. But there's a reason TV actors have to band together and bargain collectively. For instance, if they hadn't been willing to draw a line in the past, TV stars might still be obligated to do stuff like this:
Though I admit the idea of America Ferrera, Sandra Oh, Matthew Fox, Victor Garber, Chi McBride and Jean Smart in a chorus line has some appeal.
(EXTRA VIDEO BONUS: At 1:28, take a good look at who's gamely lip-synching at the bottom right of the screen.) |
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| requiem for a desk |
[Jun. 29th, 2008|09:59 pm] |
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Yesterday was a big amazing day -- I went on a six-mile hike up in Minnewaska State Park, which involved a lot of climbing and lunch on a big flat rock overlooking a valley. In my backpack, along with the usual stuff, were a wrinkleproof black dress and a pair of ballet flats. This is because, as soon as I returned to the city, I had to dash into the apartment of the understanding shayheyred to shower, change, fluff and eat -- for the two of us had tickets to the Eddie Izzard show at Radio City. MUCH fun was had there; my face hurt from laughing within the first 20 minutes. I won't repeat any of his best bits, in case some of you will see him later on the tour or perhaps on DVD eventually. But some of it was truly brilliant. Afterwards, we went out with the delightful divanoir, astolat and He Who Is The Husband Of Astolat to hang out, drink wine and laugh even more.
As you can imagine, I crawled into bed last night greatly exhausted, and ten sound hours did I sleep. I would've liked to be wholly unproductive today, but such was not in the cards. Because today was the day I said goodbye to my desk.
I am adding a small dining area to my living room (very excited -- for New Yorkers, the acquisition of a surface on which to eat is a big deal), which necessitated moving the computing area into the bedroom. But I did not have space for my old, 60-inch (not bought in NYC, obviously) desk in the bedroom. So when I purchased the dining furniture, I also bought a far smaller desk; they will be delivered next Saturday. Through the miracle of Craigslist, I was able to Freecycle the old desk.
So I got up this morning to clear off the desk, package the desktop and what-all until they can be situated on the new desk next week, etc. I found myself a bit wistful. I am a big anthropomorphizer (new word!) and could not help thinking of all the stuff that this desk and I have done together. I bought it in New Orleans 10 years ago. It has been in four different states with me. I wrote everything from my first Phantom Menace slash to my second novel on it. (I've since moved to laptops for writing, mostly.) Good vibes surround the desk. May the two hipster boys who picked it up this afternoon enjoy its use.
(Of course, I've already laid down the rug to prepare for the new furniture that will go there. Sentiment only goes so far.) |
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| play review, AMC thoughts |
[Jun. 23rd, 2008|12:46 pm] |
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OK, 12_12_12 reached the "Lost" S4 finale before I did. I just have to clear the time to watch it now. I mean, I've had two hours to myself, but I haven't had two hours with time to recover afterward. And somehow I'm still unspoiled! But I must learn from her wise example. This week, for sure.
Now, about "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" -- ( play review )
Speaking of DRAMA, let's talk "All My Children": ( a few thoughts )
I am PMSing up a storm. Beware, evildoers. |
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| ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod LIVIA ohmygod |
[Jun. 21st, 2008|12:20 am] |
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I went to see "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" tonight -- will give review thoughts later, but suffice it to say I enjoyed myself -- for really one reason only: Sian Phillips. I have loved her with crazy, crazy love ever since I first saw "I, Claudius" in, good Lord, 1992. When I first moved to NYC, she brought her cabaret act here briefly, but I was too poor at the time to go. My disappointment was bitter. I swore that if I ever got another chance to see her live, I would, and so tonight I did.
And then it turned out the American Airlines Theater has no stage door, and some actors go out on 43rd and some on 42nd, and I just had to guess one, so I guessed 42nd, and NOBODY else was waiting and I felt a bit stupid. Ben Daniels gave me a friendly look as he went out, and I felt very kindly toward him b/c he was wonderful in the play and his appearance gave me hope, but I was not there for any other autographs. For Ms. Phillips alone had I hauled an entire DVD set of "I, Claudius" around all day. For her alone, I had stolen a Magic Marker from work. Mr. Daniels was able to walk into the city unimpeded.
Then Sian Phillips DID come out the 42nd Street exit, and she was all fabulous with long orange beads and a caftany sort of dress on, and when I asked her for her autograph she was actually really lovely and sweet, and wrote nice things on the DVD set unbidden and even gave me a very motherly pat on the arm. I managed not to say anything stupid, just "Would you autograph this for me?", "Thank you," "You were wonderful," and again "Thank you." Then I smiled at my newly autographed DVD set for a while. I am very happy.
::bounce bounce bounce:: |
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| technically, this is the last chapter of "Bind Them With Fury" |
[Jun. 19th, 2008|08:36 pm] |
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But it could be almost any of them, really:
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| Heroes spoilage -- discuss! |
[Jun. 17th, 2008|10:27 am] |
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OK, disclaimer: This is from Kristin, who averages about 50% accuracy on anything she reports first.
Now, the spoilage -- ( don't click if you don't want to know )
On AMC, I have started fast-forwarding through everything with Annie. Yesterday's ep went by in a flash. Who else wants Carmen to come on as a full-time character? The actress is very talented, and God knows she's more fun to watch than Annie. |
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| potluck post |
[Jun. 16th, 2008|03:21 pm] |
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| | SHE'S an EASY lover! | ] |
Ever since a chat about '80s songs yesterday with rheanna27, I've been listening to "Easy Lover." Is it the greatest song ever? I doubt it. But you know how sometimes a song you haven't heard in a while just hits the spot, and THAT is what you want to hear? Such is the situation with me and "Easy Lover" today.
She'll get a hold on you, believe it!
Check out my new icon! It was a birthday present from the artistic monanotlisa, who knows what I like.
She's the kind of girl you dream of! Dream of keepin' hold of!
Last night I had this weird dream where shadows could turn into vampires -- weird enough, right? -- but extra-odd was the fact that I was investigating this along with Bones and Booth. Bones was as amused by this idea as she logically should be, but it wasn't that amusing in the dream, where said shadow-vampires were real. Booth was taking it quite seriously, although I remember thinking that his pulled gun might not do us any good against the undead. I do not recall any meta-element to the dream referring to Angel.
Get out quick, cause seein' is believin'!
Obviously I am in fairly good spirits today. Much of it is due to the song stylings of Phil Collins and Philip Bailey, and some is also related to my lovely day-spa trip on Saturday. I was saunaed and soaked and steamed and then scrubbed at considerable length by a tiny-yet-strong woman who seemed to be affronted by the very existence of epidermis and had made it her life's goal to remove as much of it as she humanly could. There are areas of my person that I do not readily show to the casual acquaintance; this woman not only saw these areas but exfoliated them. Then there was more sauna time, then a facial and a hair treatment and a massage. I am both much more relaxed and far cleaner than I was before.
She'll say that there's no other! Until she finds another!
I also went to the Museum of Sex on Saturday, because I'd always meant to go but never had, and also because I walked by it just as a rainstorm began. Although there was much of interest (the display of early vibrators is excellent), I have to say, after several years in fandom, it's difficult to be all that impressed by anything as tame as a display of day-glo condoms. The silent porn movies would've been fascinating to watch at length with some commentary, but they just show short clips, with little background. Hrmmph.
It's the only way you'll ever knooooooo-oooooo-ooooow -- ahh-ah --
Guitar break!
The day spa was after the Museum of Sex, still during the thunderstorm, which was pounding by the time I got out of there. The next twenty minutes or so after the museum were rather surreal: thunder was banging down so loud and fast that I felt slightly nervous (though I was only blocks from the Empire State Building, i.e., best lightning rod ever), and it was dark in midday, and the last thing I'd seen was a display of day-glo condoms, while I was looking for an address I didn't know on a couple of fairly narrow streets in Koreatown. It felt like the beginning of an art-house movie. However, instead of swiftly falling into a dangerously erotic affair with Sung Kang that would somehow describe both multiculturalism and existential angst, I found the day spa. So, I guess that evens out.
She's like no other! Before you know it, you'll be on your knees!
I actually have more to post, but must get more work done -- it's an unusually busy Monday, but I intend to leave on time. |
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| laughing so hard I can barely breathe |
[Jun. 15th, 2008|05:00 pm] |
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First spotted by bill_leisner:
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| I am the birthdayest of them all |
[Jun. 12th, 2008|04:10 pm] |
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| | "Destiny," Zero 7 | ] |
So far, it's been a lovely day -- quiet and pleasant, with bits of good news here and there -- and that is honestly all that I wished for. Thanks to everybody who has sent birthday wishes, most particularly the delovely jenadamson and the frabjous storydivagirl, who sent lovely Vgifts, and of course the generous superswank, who posted a scrumptious Jack/Nadia ficlet you WowWrongBadHotKeteers should check out posthaste.
Though this next fic I am reccing was not written for me, it might as well have been: the multitalented marinarusalka offers her first foray into "Iron Man" with "Engine of Survival," which gives the movieverse's Yinsen a deep backstory of his own. I particularly like the fractured, yet incredibly accurate portrait of Tony that emerges through Yinsen's eyes.
Will the lawyers continue to be pleasant throughout the day? Will I get to leave here a wee bit early? Will Cute Overload post yet more pug pics? Here is hoping my luck will hold. |
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| Ahhh, Will Tippin |
[Jun. 9th, 2008|09:34 pm] |
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I will marry Will Tippin. |
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After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Buenos Aires in our fabulous Shack. |
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We will have 1 kid(s) together. |
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Our family will zoom around in a purple Lamborghini. |
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I will spend my days as a world-famous author, and live happily ever after. |
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| meme with which drabbles can be won, post about Jenny |
[Jun. 9th, 2008|04:24 pm] |
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So, I went hiking on Saturday despite the extraordinary heat, and it may have been the smartest thing I could've done; my persistent blues and anxiety feel as though they've been zapped out of me, at least for a while. I think doing something that strenuous out in the sun for several hours acts as a kind of emotional reboot.
A meme that's going about: Comment with a sentence from one of my fanfictions. Without looking, I have to try and guess which fic of mine the sentence is from. If I fail, the challenger wins a drabble request. (alias500 ficlets are acceptable for this, though I reserve the right to ask for a hint in those cases and need not ID by title. Other drabbles are right out.)
A much more serious note: counteragent's little sister-in-law, Jenny, is very sick. It would be so wonderful if you could take a quick moment (just like 3 minutes) to check out her family's blog (http://jenjensfamily.blogspot.com/) and see if you think you might know anyone like Jenny. They are looking for "comparables" (people who have similar symptoms) that may have had success with treatments Jenny's docs haven't yet tried. They would also really appreciate it if you post about this on your blog and thus help them spread the word. Come on, hive mind. Maybe somebody knows something.
Work is almost eerily quiet. |
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| Alphabet meme |
[Jun. 5th, 2008|11:12 am] |
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Work - at least for the moment - appears fairly quiet. (::looks around warily::) I have gotten relatively good amounts of sleep three nights in a row; I'm still tired, but feeling human-ish. And I just extended a coffee break by 10 minutes to buy underwear at the Gap and, for five days at least, postpone laundry. Therefore I am relaxed, and so I shall take from the accomplished quiet_rebel the alphabet meme!
1. It begins with a list of all 26 letters of the alphabet.
2. Comment with something for me to talk about that starts with one of those letters. Make me babble about anything -- TV shows, actors, actresses, food, idk, be creative. :D
3. One topic per letter per person. But if multiple people choose the same letter, I will answer for each.
4. I will reply in comments.
For reference -- I'll fill this in as we go --
A -- ALIAS, by raptor47
B -- BONES AND BOOTH, by marinarusalka
C -- COMEBACK, by rossetti
D -- DANIEL HECHT, by superswank
E -- ERIC WEISS, by wondygal
F -- FARSCAPE, by bowlerhat_girl
G -- JAKE GREEN, by angela_o
H -- HODGINS, by taraljc
I -- IRINA, by musesfool; IRON MAN, by quiet_rebel
J -- JORDAN WEATHERSBY, by raptor47
K -- KATE/JACK, by sillyzilly2k
L -- LAUREN REED, by furies
M -- MATT/MOHINDER/MOLLY, by medie
N -- NADIA, by sunshine_queen
O -- ORGASMS, by ehc6j
P -- PETRELLIS, by 12_12_12
Q -- Q, by violaswamp
R -- REVISIONS, by svilleficrecs
S -- SUPERPOWERS and SYDNEY by butterflykiki; SPYDADDY by musesfool
T -- TIPPIN, by superswank
U -- UGLY BETTY, by shayheyred
V -- VICTOR GARBER, by joylee56
W -- WATERCRESS, by ellymelly
X -- X-FILES, by hhw
Y -- YAHTZEE, by shayheyred
Z -- ZIPPER, by delordra
ETA: Done! |
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| so tired |
[Jun. 1st, 2008|12:21 pm] |
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There are other things I could/should be posting about, but that's all that's going on with me right now: I'm tired. This exhaustion settled in about two weeks ago and has continued, more or less, ever since. Of course, I've been busy -- Balticon and book release and several hard days at work -- but I've been trying to get plenty of sleep, and it's like I can't catch up no matter what I do.
Friday night I blearily set my alarm to rise at 6 a.m. for a hike I was greatly looking forward to, and to which corinna_5 was coming. But so bleary was I that I actually set it for 6 p.m., so I slept until after time for the convoy to leave, which meant that I not only did not get to go hiking, but I also stranded the hapless corinna_5 in the wilderness, which is very much of the fail. (She sounded good-natured about it when I called her in half-asleep hysteria yesterday morning, but I still mean to make considerable repentance.)
I was very upset about having done this and wandering around the house, until I lay my head down on the sofa for just a second -- and slept for another four hours. Then napped yesterday afternoon. Then slept 10 hours last night. And I am still so tired right now that I feel like I can hardly walk across the apartment. If I were sick I could understand this, but I really don't think I am; I'm exhausted, and that's all there is to it. But I don't see why I am not perking up at all after so much rest. I just want to cry. |
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| Release day! Also, All My Children |
[May. 27th, 2008|11:24 am] |
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| | "Always Something There to Remind Me," Naked Eyes | ] |
Today, at long last, VBTF (aka Evernight) is available in stores. (Though I have heard from a couple people about bookstore sightings over the weekend.) The release process has been unexpectedly nerve-jangling, but today I am mostly just relieved and happy. Although it's in the book's acknowledgements, I wanted to also say here that I am very deeply indebted to pretty much every one of you who has left FB on anything I've written (and especially you longsuffering souls who have commented on every chapter of a novel-length story, letting me know what you thought about where things were going.) Please consider Evernight for your vampire-romance-reading needs.
(Or, as a coworker of mine put it the other day, "What I love best about it is that it's so giftable!")
End of sales pitch.
Now, onto a highly important topic: All My Children. ( the flashbacks continue )
I am all caught up on "Lost" but will post thoughts later. I am finally catching up on "Eli Stone" and loving it crazy amounts. Eli/Jordan really has to be written. |
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