Confessions of a One-Track Mind

Not bad. The C's party was nice. When last I saw their kitchen, the countertops and backsplash hadn't been installed---it's palatial, now. *sigh* They're got new area rugs in the living and dining areas, and the sectional in the l.r. has been re-sectioned. Also very nice.

I gorged on de-koshered hot dogs, which are something I only get at this time of year. So yummy---but the next morning, whoa! All that grease went right through me. I ended up postponing seeing Django Unchained until Wednesday, because I didn't want to risk interruptions. It probably ended up being a less rowdy crowd than opening day would've been, so no complaints there. Opinions ahead, but no real spoilers for plot.)

Django Unchained was quite good*; for a (nearly) three-hour movie, it didn't feel "too long". Tarrantino has still got it; each major character has a chance to explain what they're about, and of course, it wouldn't be a Tarrantino movie without at least one spectacular bloodbath. (I didn't know there was that much cherry syrup in the human body....) Foxx and Walz both seemed to be having a good time as Django and King Schultz, respectively Plus, Leo looked like he was having a fine time chewing scenery. I think Samuel L. Jackson has it in his contract that he's required to say "motherfucker" a certain number of times. Leo and Sam were the "bad guys", and they were both utter pricks, cinematically speaking. If I didn't like them both, I'd hate them now, if that makes sense.

Things I didn't like...was a little shell-shocked at the prolific use of the n-word, which was probably the intent. Was disappointed that so much of the supporting cast was under-used. I know; supporting means just that---but if I hadn't known the name of his character going in, I'd've missed James Remar completely, and I'd really hoped for more Walton goggins, too. Still, there was a lot of "OMG, that's---!" among the bit players---guess Tarrantino can hand-pick his talent, which is great.

Wednesday evening, Mb and I got together to exchange gifts. She's been kvetching that "Nobody ever makes me a stocking!", so I did. (Two kinds of mints, chocolate bark and hard candy, a little sock monkey, an air freshner and some Angry Birds lip balm in a marked-down plush stocking.) She gave me a leopard-print shopping bag with some chocolates in an ornamental tin, a leopard-print Christmas ball ornament for my tree and an IOU for a bottle of whipped cream vodka.

I haven't seen J yet, nor has she contacted me. That's okay. I haven't baked a single pan of brownies, either. Big Red is busy with out of town guests, ditto GK, although the Xmas CARE package was in Denver yesterday.

This year, the best part of the holidays is the one that's usually disappointing: yuletide. I didn't sign up this year, because there were no offers of anything I *really* wanted to get (Damn it, I'm NOT going to write my own KIA Soul Hamstas fic!), but there was a letter requesting something in a fandom that's one of my passions. Said letter indicated that an idea I had would be welcome, so I wrote it. (As my beta, karaokegal can attest.)

Previously, I've written non-assigned stories from prompts, and invariably they ended up duking it out with other stories in the same category. Not this year! For once, I've got the fandom to myself. I have a modest stack of warm comments, including a truly effusive one from the Recipient, who's delighted with it. It already has more kudos than the next two highest-rated tales in my posted works put together, and, another first, it's shown up on two lists of recs. For me, that's practically a blockbuster!

I need to go through and do a rec post of my own; there are some lovely stories out there this year, in fandoms I never thought I'd see.

TTFN.




* And the trailer for A Good Day to Die Hard looks fantastic!

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This has been a weird week, and yeah, I know it's not over yet.

Spent a day at J's dog-sitting---she was over in Orlando and the neighbor who usual acts as doggie-butler has her own drama going on and was unavailable. I got to sleep in a/c, which was sweet. Came out to a dead battery and had to wait for J's return and a jump-start---my own fault: The door didn't latch properly, the light stayed on, which wasn't noticable when I got there in broad daylight.

My lights got turned off for non-payment. I have the money, but because I've been nervous about how fast it's shrinking, I delayed paying, which led to me sitting in the heat for several hours after I made the payment, which cost me an additional service charge. *facepalm* Yes, I know it was stupid of me, please let's not rub my nose in it.

I heard about Ray Bradbury's death and was startled, as I *thought* he'd already passed. I may have confused him with Kurt Vonnegut, both of whom I considered somewhat subversive in high school. IDK. Anyway, good-bye, Mr. Bradbury. You were a great American writer.

Speaking of writing, I'm really pissed with ff.net, which is on my last frackin nerve. It doesn't want to load---it takes multiple attempts every time. I hate their new log-in. I hate that they no longer give you the option to block ads. And I'm livid about their "reiteration" of their ratings policy. I'm about ready to jump ship for AO3, which annoys me mightily; I've been over their for about eight years now. I have a shitload of stuff posted there, including some major multi-chapter works, which it'll be a four-star pain-in-the-ass to crosspost, because AO3 does NOT make it easy. Grrrr.

My sleep schedule is back to being buggered up; I'm never quite sure of what day it is unless I check my phone. I hate it, but sleeping during the day is more bearable than being awake for it. Lots of cold showers either way.

Watched Rosalind Russell in "Sister Kenny" the other day. I figured Roz as a nun dealing with an epidemic would be a triple-play as far as my kinks go...alas, no nuns, but it was still okay. Saw "Walking Tall" (the Rock remake), which I'd seen when it was in the theater...prime case of "I didn't know he/she was in that!"...in this case, the love interest was Aisha in Dark Angel and Emily in Jericho. One of the minor villains was also in Dark Angel (Joshua), and the factor that sucked me in as I was flipping channels, Neal McDonough as the uber-villain. Justified just won't be the same without him next season!

Apologies to jdsgirlbev and gwyilliondream, both of whom had birthdays earlier this week. Hope they were awesome like you!

Hope it gets better from here on out. I cracked my neck a little while ago...sounded like my head was about to fall off, which wouldn't surprise me.

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At 10:30, the siren call of pizza proved too seductive for me to endure. I ran down the road to Little Cesar, where I procured a no-frills pepperoni.

"You're not supposed to sell those to her!" said a familiar voice behind me as I was tucking away my change. It was Mb's on-and-off SO.

"You don't tell on me, I won't tell on you," I shot back.

I zipped on home and settled in to watch Cary Grant and Constance Bennett in "Topper". It's so gloriously Art Deco, though The Car (a fabulous Auburn Cord) would be worth it in and of itself.



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Apparently, Django Unchained has in its cast a substantial number of the guys on my Wanna Fuck list. Some of them ranked higher than others, some might not be in the top 20, but STILL. Also a generous selection of actors I just plain like. *rubs hands together and looks gleeful*

AND it's a Western, AND it's directed by Tarantino, which pretty much gives it automatic "Hellz to teh Yeah" cred. OMG, I can hardly wait for December 25th!
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Friday's Kitchen Nightmares had Gordon Ramsey saving a Mexican restaurant, complaining that the cochinita pibil was bland and too dry...but at least he didn't shoot the cook. During my OUaTiM* phase, I made puerco pibil several times, and correctly made, it should be neither bland nor dry. Ever. It certainly was a blast from the past, as that fandom was what got me writing again after a long draught.

Saturday's mail brought a notice from the electric company that they're going to be installing one of the new smart meters soon. (As recently discussed in a Question du jour) According to the card they sent, I'll even be able to check my power consumption online. Oh goody, a way to check it with and without A/C usage.

I knew exactly what I was going to wear to church tomorrow, but NOT if I'm going to be visited by Aunt Flo. Pink chiffon is NOT the thing under those circumstances. And remind me to check for mold before placement....

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*Once Upon a Time in Mexico

I taped David Lynch's Dune and rewatched it last night for the first time in at least 20 years. I'd forgotten about what an amazing cast it has---and how gloriously CHEESY it is. Seriously, the voiceovers? Fraught with melodrama. DeLaurentis...I didn't notice it back in the day, when my attention was primarily focused on Sting (wildly overacting) in that splendid leather banana hammock, but the sets are fabulously Deco-inspired (not unlike Flash Gordon, whick I adore). However, I've also read and reread National Lampoon's Doon, which satirizes it all to a fare-thee-well, and I keep expecting someone to proclaim that Paul Atrades is the Kumquat Haagen-Daaz.

One of the digital channels runs a block of Dragnet and Adam-12 weekdays, and I've been watching avidly. A while back, karaokegal asked me if I think it was as slashy as she remembers...yes and no. I don't slash Reed and Malloy. I just don't see it. BUT. In my headcanon, Pete has something going on with Sgt. Mack MacDonald on the DL. The way I see it, Pete Malloy is a cocksman who will cheerfully go either way. He takes pride in his prowess with the ladies, but he also relishes intimate cameraderie with other men. Mack is married with kids in show canon, but IMO, he finds a guilty pleasure in surrendeering to Malloy---who tops the hell out of him. Locker room rendezvous, anyone?

I think Reed knows about Malloy's bisexuality, but doesn't suspect about Mack for a long time, because the idea is so foreign to him. At this point, I see Reed as smugly het. The longer he's on the job, the more strained his relationship with Jean becomes, which is not uncommon in his profession. When he becomes the senior man on the street, I think he's liable to cross the line with a willing partner. Since the series is set in the late 60s, another ten years and there will definitely be more women in the field. And you just know that those boyish good looks are going to mature into silver foxiness!

More later.

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Had a pleasant (albeit WET) weekend. Friday night, LOST with J, first three eps, Okay, I'm hooked. It's well written enough that I'm not sitting there yawning, wondering if it's almost over, it's more like, Huh? Over already?!

It rained fish Saturday noon. Mb and I were a little late getting going because we waiting for it to let up, then had a fine time. She wanted to visit Ruby Tuesday, which I was good with; I like RT. I tried their meatloaf for the first time. Verdict: The BBQ sauce they serve it with is strong and *much* too sweet. Next time, get it on the side. There *will* be a next time---the meatloaf itself was very tasty.

They comped us a piece of the Italian creme cake, which was absolutly divine. OMG, nomnomnom! Refrained from ordering a slice of my own, because I'm trying to rein in my intake, but oh, tempting! So was the waiter....

Made it to TJ Maxx to return things, including the hat...I've got lots of hats, I didn't NEED that one. Did get a pair of pillowcases for $7.99...two of the ones my new pillows were encased in have split. They're old, so I'm not surprised, but the new ones, 400-thread count, should be good for a long time to come.

Mb dropped me off at J's for more LOST. We all shot the breeze for a while, then Mb took off and J's BFF came by with her kid and we watched Puss in Boots, which was cute. I can happily spend two hours listening to Antonio Banderas, cat or no.

We watched some more LOST, then as J was getting ready to run me home, it started pouring again. I ended up staying there til about 12:30, by which time the weather had calmed down somewhat. What the heck, we can use the rain, and I figure the capillary action will set the powdered concrete my mailbox is planted in.

Yesterday's speaker gave a fascinating talk about an archaeological dig she participated in. It was a local excavation---the Windover Archaeological Site---and I'm sorry I wasn't aware of the goings-on at the time.

Next week after service is the annual congregational meeting---electing people to do the heavy lifting---and the speaker's topic is "Fiction-based Reality", which sounds intriguing. (It was supposed to be "Pirates of the Atlantic", but apparently he changed his mind after signing up.)

I must be doing something right---two dresses that I've had for a while are looser. They still fit, they just fit better. One is the paisley that I got after Christmas a year ago. I actually had to pin the wrap neckline, because it was loose enough to droop down and show my bra. It's looser at the waist, too. The other dress is a rosy coral floral print that I got at the Melbourne Goodwill for Easter about five years ago. It was always tight through the bust on the few occasions I wore it, but now it's just right. I plan to wear it as often as appropriate this spring and summer to get some use out of it.

TTFN.

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You have been given an opportunity to have a movie made about your life. What actor/actress would play you? And what would the plot of the movie be?

Tropical DepressionStarring Uma Thurman as Vanillafluffy
Directed by Walter Hill*

After years of loss and poverty, a wise-cracking writer achieves success and finds love.

Supporting cast:

Fluffy's best friend: Marissa Tomei
Love interest: Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Dog boss: Melissa McCarthy
Phone boss: Fran Drescher
The Ex: Steve Buscemi

Soundtrack features Dropkick Murphys, Enya, Flogging Molly, Joe Satriani, Kris Kristofferson, Nazareth, and more.

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* Second choice, Tim Burton, since alas, Walter Hill is dead....

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Things have been a little up in the air for tomorrow's Girls' Day Out. Originally, we were going to meet in Viera, lunch at Panera and see "One for the Money" at the Rave. BigRed and I were emailing back and forth, and she mentioned a Mexican place called Moe's, which sounded interesting...a little negotiating with CF (third member of our wanna-be ladies who lunch bunch) and Panera was out, Moe's was in.

Then BigRed got online to reserve her ticket, and found out the only showing of OftM was at 4:30, which didn't work for her for assorted reasons. She suggested we see "Journey 2: The Mysterious Island". I have nothing against Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, but I was underwhelmed at the thought of driving 20 minutes and paying $7-8 to see him. Because, if you look back over the last few weeks, you'll see I've mentioned wanting to see OftM eleventy jillion times. I was literally on my way to see it last weekend when I got the email invite from BigRed, and my patience has been stretched thin between glasses and fences and whatnot.

I offered a counter-proposal, namely that we lunch at Olive Garden on the Island and catch the 12:45 show at the mall. That met with favor from the other gals, so that's the plan.

There are a few reasons I actually prefer this version:
1) It's considerably closer, which saves on gas.
a. We're meeting at 11AM, and I'm not a morning person. I may be conscious, but aside from church, am seldom out and about at that hour. This will make it a little less painful.
b. Being on the Island will make certain errands more convenient afterward.
2) Soup, salad and breadsticks is affordable, and I can consume pasta e fagioli all day long.
3) Okay, I know they don't run on looks, as my daddy used to say, but my PoS car is always the crappiest-looking vehicle in sight at The Avenue. It isn't quite as out of place at the mall.

Maybe I'll dig out my copy of OftM for a fast reread. Although I know the series pretty well, it's been a while since I've gone back to the beginning. It's up to book 18 these days, and I've been there from the beginning. I started with OftM, and I remember how pleased I was when "Two for the Dough" came out and I realized that Evanovich was going to continue Plum as a series. I've had my own ideas of what the characters are like, and I'm interested to see how close they get it.

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I've kept up with my f'list, but haven't been posting much because prolonged computing brings on The Headache. My glasses, which were supposedly going to be ready a week ago will alledgedly be here next week. Grrr. Sure do hope so, because driving is getting scary.

Next week, I'll be house-sitting for the C's---they're cruising, again---and went over this morning to check in, renew acquaintance with the doggies, the usual. Afterward, I *wanted* to go catch One for the Money, if only to see how badly they corrupted the source material. No such luck; I'd've had to wait two hours for the next show---so I went to see Contraband instead.

As the reviews suggest, Contraband is a solid, somewhat predictable action-thriller. I spotted one Mcguffin immediately, well in advance of its plot point status. I also guessed another trope a half-hour before it became obvious. That doesn't necessarily mean Contraband is badly written or executed, only that I view things as a writer, and understand the nuts and bolts of how that kind of smoke and mirrors works. Besides, it has Mark Wahlberg going for it; he's a good, solid actor, and he's likeable in this part. There wasn't as much Bill Lucking as I'd hoped---only two scenes, but at least he's getting work.

On the way home, I stopped by the pawn shop to see Bunny and snagged a few goodies. I saw Sweeney Todd when it came out in theaters, and have wanted to see it again purely for the Burton eye-candy of it all. Also grabbed Star Trek the reboot, which I've seen and like. Bunny made me a good deal on my purchases, and says we may be able to get together sometime after Valentine's Day.

I need to do laundry tomorrow so I'll have something to wear next week. I briefly considered just transporting it all and doing it over there, but I'd really rather use my own machine---they've got this space-age thing you practically need an engineering degree to use. I've never quite trusted it since the time it boiled one of my good bras to death.

TTFN.

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A lot of people are getting edible gifts this year---but not everyone,, which is what would've happened if my ship hadn't come in when it did.

Friday, Mb and I ran around and mostly Christmas shopped in Melbourne. It was fun.

Saturday, I had lunch and a movie scheduled with Big Red...we were supposed to meet at Panera at noon. I called her at five til and said, "I'm in the dressing room at Lane Bryant, everything in the store is half off today!" And she said, "I'll be right there!"

I got measured while I was there, and I'm now a 46DD, down from 50DD sixteen months ago. I've stayed under 300 for about a month now (slightly aided by some kind of intestinal disturbance Sunday night), so unless I start massibely retaining water, it looks like 2012 will be the year I finally kick off the year with a weight beginning with the number "2".

In stead of Panera, which was a total zoo, we ended up at Five Guys Burgers, which was sublime. The burger is thick and meaty, my kind of burger. Their fries are cracktastically delicious. Not cheap, but real value for the money.

Then we enjoyed Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, which didn't particularly trouble to hide its slashiness. Victorian eye candy galore, and RDjr in extremely well-fitted long underwear. Big Red was quite thrilled.

A hand of canasta at J's, with her and sbjb and her plus one. Not a very satisfying hand, alas---plus one was unfamiliar with the game, which was an uphill battle to fill anything. It was nice to get together, though. I think that's only about the third time I've seen Sbjb this year, and one of those was Susie's funeral!

Sunday, church and a quiet afternoon at home. Started to work in the kitchen, gathered up a bag of stuff to toss, went in to my room to rest for a few minutes, and spent the next three hours getting my coupons in order.

Spent Monday quietly beccause of the intestinal disturbance overnight. Tuesday...yesterday? Yes. Mb and I went to the local big box club, and got memberships. 14 months for $20 apiece. They really do have the best gas prices, and other deals as well. Went back to her place afterward, where we discovered to our chagrin, that XSO had taken the wireless router with him when he collected his computer, so I couldn't get online on my laptop. (Thanks a lot, fucknugget.)

Came home and discoverd that my mailbox is missing. It's been propped atop the post for about a year...sometimes it would fall off during a high wind, but it's not like it was flimsy enough to blow away. It's flat-out NOT THERE. Gone. I have no way to prove the assholes next door are responsible, but, but it was a quiet wnough neighborhood before THEY showed up.

At the moment, I'm at J's, where there is wi-fi and it's (comparitively) quiet. I'm not looking forward to going home,, but am looking forward to tomorrow afternoon, when I've got a haircut scheduled.

Cool Yule, y'all!

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Have been picking things up and packing them on and off all day. Crushed one very full bag of cans, which reduced it by about a third.

Watched my all=time favorite action movie tonight: xXx. Yes, I've seen it about fifteen times already, including twice in the theater and owning the DVD. Still, I got sucked in to where I forgot the Alphas season finale was on---good thing it's cable and repeats in a few hours.

Ran up to WalMart for caffeine and foggers so I can bomb my house tomorrow. Now if I could just acquire some Agent Orange to defoliate my frackin' yard....

I figure I've got about 36 hours before the C's return, or in practical terms, I get to dose Rosie's ear three more times. I just gave her her tonight's dose. I've gotten quite devious about it. I fill the syringe and wait for her to bring hr ball over for me to throw. Then I do a fast take-down, squirt the serum in her ear, hold her there for a moment, all the while letting her know what a good girl I think she is, then let her up and toss the ball. From my seat at the desk in the family room, I can get it up the three steps into the kitchen, and if I'm really good, it'll roll clear into the dining room. (It's a BIG kitchen.)

I'll miss said kitchen, and the ice-and-water-on-the-door fridge, and the full-size microwave. I'll miss the location, which is convenient to WalMart, the Mall, J's, and assorted other things. I'll miss the ease of entry via the garage door. I prefer my shower to theirs, but J's bath still ranks #1. I won't go on---it's too depressing. One thing I won't miss, though---that damned bed or those stairs.

I'm dreading getting on my scale. I don't know whether I believe theirs---it's digital, and only measures in half-pound increments---but if it's even vaguely accurate. I've gained about ten pounds. Well, I won't have cable or internet to distract me there, so maybe I can get my house cleared out/find a job/win the lottery. Yeah, I know, but as girl can dream.

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This afternoon, I finally got to see "Contagion", which I enjoyed enormously. Yes, it had an awesome cast. And in addition to Jude Law being in the movie, he was in the trailer for "Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows", which looks ace. In addition to Law, Paltrow and Winslet, there was Laurence Fishbourne as a CDC doctor, Elliot Gould---wow! Haven't seen him in ages!, and of course, Matt Damon. Damon in a dad part---especially as the dad of a teenager---makes me feel old as fuck, since I still think of him as the fresh-faced KID from "Good Will Hunting".

What I really liked was the scope. They did a really neat job of showing where the pathogen came from as well as how it spread. There was a glimpse of the world-wide scale of the epidemic, as well as showing how it affected individuals. There were acts of mindless violence and acts of great courage and generousity, and it was all very believeable. There was less gore than I'd expected, given the nature of the plot, but there's a scene of mass graves that was chilling.

What I liked *most* about it---this is going to sound odd---is what it wasn't. I'm a total sucker for car chases and explosions, and this had neither. Sitting through the credits, there were headings for film crews in various locations across the globe, but almost nothing in the way of FX credits. I think the closest they came was a computer-generated image of the virus, which as computr tech goes, could've been done any time since 1990. This was a story about the people, not the whiz-bang gee-wow bells and whistles.

I enjoyed "Contagion" a lot. It was well-paced and thought-provoking. It didn't follow up on a couple of plotty bits, but on the whole, I'd give it a solid A.

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Tomorrow calls for the food bank with Mb at oh-dark-thirty. Today has been...entertaining, at the very least.

I got up, flipped channels and ran across Crossfire Trail, a made for TV version of a Louis L'Amour westerm starring Tom Selleck. It was about five minutes in, long enough that I'd missed the credits, but could easily pick up the plot. I kept looking at his young sidekick, thinking "DAMN, he looks like Christian Kane!".

Checked IMDb during a commercial break, and lo and behold, it WAS CK. Nice twofer! The villain was Mark Harmon, while Virginia Madsen was the love interest. Rounding out the cast were assorted stalwarts, including Wilfred Brimley, Barry Corbin and Rex Linn.

I enjoyed it; as previously mentioned, I like a good Western.

Took a nap. Weird dreams I don't remember.

Got up, came downstairs, futzed around for a while. Found out Fast and Furious was coming on in five minutes---I'd seen the last few minutes of it, but I'm usually up for a Vin Diesel flick, so I settled in for that. Kept seeing Popeyes commercials, which have me craving their fried chicken. (Or chicken-fried-crack, as Mb and I call it.)

Holiday weekend, no Hoarders. No Leverage. Not sure what's on tomorrow---some holiday Mondays are loaded with great marathons, others are yawn-fests.

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Got up this morning, showered and washed my hair and went to church. Admittedly, it was more for CUUPs, which featured a presentation on angels by CapeGypsy, than it was for the main talk, which is from a guy I regard as something of a windbag.

Stopped by my house afterward to check for mail and snag a few things. Walked through a giant spiderweb that was blocking the way to my front door, eww! I have nothing against spiders in general, but icky webs are icky. I spent the next couple hours feeling itchy and going, "Did something bite me? I don't think anything really bit me...did it?!" I think not.

Ran across "Kiss Me Goodbye" on one of the movie channels this afternoon. Sally Field is being haunted by her late husband, James Caan, while her nerdy fiance Jeff Bridges tries to be a good sport about it. I saw it several times when it came out in 1981 (It was part of my James Caan/The Godfather fixation.) Jeff was a plus, I've always been fond of him.

Leverage soon. I'm going to go find some nosh....


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The C's live on a canal, and there are ducks living in their backyard. (There's a bin of cracked corn out in the garage. These are well-fed, happy ducks.) There are a family of IDK ducks---the adults are irridescent black with white and have red faces, and at the moment, they have four (that I've counted) fluffy little yellow and black ducklins---so cute! There's also what AI refers to as "the glee club", a flock of 20 or so basic brown mallards who drop in to cadge corn. At least, she says they're mallards.

It rained like hell early this afternoon, and made the bucks quite frisky. For a little while, a pair of little tan morming doves was splashing about in the ducks' water font. Quite a little wildlife sanctuary they've got going here. According to AI, there's also a manatee living in the canal by their dock, but I've not seen it.

I had hot dogs for lunch and watched "My Bloody Valentine 3D", although *not* in 3D. Lately, I've been entertaining thoughts of a crossover I started a million years ago between MBV3D and "DeVour". Jake Gray has been released from prison after serving 10 years for the murder of his girlfriend They couldn't pin his parents' deaths on him, but there's still hard feelings in town, so he's out at his uncle's cabin, which he inherited. He's surviving off the land, and keeping to himself, when a visitor arrives.

Harry Warden has been drifting around the country, dominating Tom Hanniger's consciousness at his own whims. He ran across a true crime book about the Jake Gray case, and was delighted at the potential mayhem inherent in someone who looks like himself/Tom. What he *doesn't* know is Tom's psychic abilities, which have sharpened in prison out of self-defense. Jake always knows who's who, and he forges a relationship with both Tom and Harry, hoping to find a way to free Tom once and for all.

The working title is "Identity Crisis", although "Tom, Jake and Harry" is a possible. Oh, and did I mention it's slash? Because Jensen Ackles times THREE is as hot as it gets. Some of it is fairly evil, since Harry is NOT a nice guy.

Wicked heartburn from the 'dogs. I may have a root beer float to calm my stomach....


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As it turned out, I was at J's til Sunday evening. Never left the appartment. Which would've been okay, except it also means I haven't seen Cowboys and Aliens yet.

Stuff I *have* seen in the last few days:

Movies
I Am Number Four
Tron Legacy
Taken
The Freshman

TV (All courtesy of Mb, as J has sucky cable)
Leverage
Alphas
Hoarders
American Pickers
The F Word

Mb likes Liam Neeson (Taken), too. Who knew? Mind you, my crush dates back to Darkman, which I saw in theaters. (I'd also seen him in Excaliber and Krull, but didn't really *see* him, especially in Krull, IFKWIM.

Have a nice Tuesday.

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I came over for media night, which we got to after a lengthy discussion of potential dogs. This entails J telling me what the owner's complaints are and asking me what *I* see as the problem and how to solve it. I'm getting pretty good at it.

Anyway, after the dogs, we had a nice chicken and veggie lasagna (Stouffers) and watched "The Golden Compass", which I hadn't seen, although I read the book several years back. It was okay; I was expecting MOAR Daniel Craig. Apparently they're not essaying the sequels. Bummer.

The a/c is even more welcome than the 'net. This summer is beyond hideous; lately it seems like any time I go anywhere I get clammy, light-headed and nauseous about 20 minutes in. Not that staying at home is much better, but there I tend to be sitting or lying down---I've nearly given up on cooking, anything that takes more than five minutes is out.

Tomorrow I need to do laundry. Yes, laundry happens, but SOME of it wouldn't have happened if one (or more, IDK) of Mb's cats hadn't pissed on it.

And some people wonder why I don't like cats.

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