Rec me a song?

OK, I have $5 left on my iTunes card. Recommend me the ONE song you think I can't live without. If I don't already have it, I'll get it.

I'd blog about my holiday, but my momma always said if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

News Flash

For the first time in recorded memory, I have censored myself from telling a story that embarasses me. You will not hear about what I just spent a half-hour looking for at Amazon before toaaling over here to explain exactly how much of a geeky fangirl I am.

Sorry about that. I'm sure you'll live.

Pachelbel's Revenge

Via Rachel, the funniest music dorkery ever:

Harry Potter Title Announced

Harry Potter And the Deathly Hollows... so I guess Godric's Hollow isn't the only one he visits:-)

No date yet, but I've heard X-mas 2007 bandied about.

ETA: OK, it's the Deathly Hallows. A bit more of a WTF. Could mean there are ghoses (all hallows eve, halloween, etc.) or, and this has been my notion all along, some big (possibly leathal) action occurs on halloween that greatly Alters The Course Of Things. I've predicted it'll be this halloween event that sends Harry and the gang back to Hogwarts.

/dork

(Haha, there is no such thing as /dork. Dork is neverending.)

Busy Bee

Work has been a bear, so I've not had time to stealth blog from there. Home has been busy as well, as I've been helping with preperations for a holiday I don't celebrate. Also, cramming all of life into weekends is a bitch, but I'm normally too tired after work to have much of a life. I'm at this job through March, and it's started feeling like some sort of crucible, a trial-by-fire to see exactly how much work I can do before cracking from the pressure of ending every day exhausted and magically still broke.

Don't get me started on the still broke bit. Did you know that when you start making more than minimum payments on your credit cards, they'll cut your limit so that you've got to start paying overage fees? Fuckers.

Good news is I've been writing a bit (and I do mean a bit: I've got the first three paragraphs of a short story down). If you've been playing along at home, you may know that I bailed on nano (and had trouble in grad school) because sitting down to write something longer and of more consequence than a simple blog post usually causes me to have an honest-to-god panic attack. But tonight those three paragraphs just kinda tiptoed out of my fingers before I could get all crazy, so maybe there's more to come. A fool can hope, anyway.

Finally!

NBC posted the .mp3 from last week's Stucio 60. It's free and it's wonderful. Go get it now.

Kinitting Dorkery

The new Knitty is up, and I want a Norberta.

Big Damn Heroes

So, there was this Firefly/Serenity convention planned for this weekend. And then, the day before the con, with fans already on their way, the company in charge of it cancelled. With no explanation.

So Adam Baldwin showed up anyway, and got on the phone to other cast members who showed up as well.

Now that's classy.

Not So Nice

I'm in one bitch of a mood tonight. It's not a grump-at-folks kinda mood, it's more of a starting-fistfights-in-bars mood (yes, I stayed home). So naturally I do the things least likely to exacerbate the situation.

You know, like crank the punk rock and google people I hate.

Fuck you, and you, and you as well, and also you. (Also? None of you read this blog, so stop being paranoid. I'm mean, but not that mean.)

I'm going to bed now, before I google any further.

Oh Holy Night

Some lovely person YouTubed the music from this week's Studio 60

Dear Teh Intarwebs,

I am bored at work, and can only check email.  Pls send comments.

 

Love,

Turtle

Wackiness

It is apparently St. Nicholas Day.  For reasons that my heathen brain misses entirely, my shoes are our in the hall while I am at my desk with cold feel.

This office is crazy in all the most amusing ways.

More TV Blogging

I finally watched last night's Studio 60, and I'm blown away. This is the caliber of storytelling that I'm used to from the creator of The West Wing. Even the show-within-the-show was funny, and that can't be said often. And if you get a chance? Watch it just for the music. Sorkin always did a fantastic Holiday episode, and this one was stellar. On par with the first season holiday show from WW, which is one of my favorite television hours ever.

Heroes

Huh.  Apparently, someone bought it as promised in the promo.  I know I was watching the show, I just don't think I was paying attention.

Maybe that happened while my cousin was trying to set me up with his friend from college (kill me now).

I am now massively confused.

You can probably tell that I was massively unimpressed with last night's episode.  So many of the plotlines are just dragging like mad.  But I am loving the Claire-Peter interactions.  You gotta love a good "let me borrow your healing power so I don't die here"-based relationship (small r, not capital R; I'm not that much of a perv). 

While I love DL dearly, I'm bored out of my mind by the entire Nikki/DL/Cute Little Kid story.  Just freaking tell us what's up with her, before I die of boredom or wander off out of disinterest.  And really, no one with multiple personalities (or whatever her deal is) should be this freakin' boring.

I'm beginning to think the series would be better served by focusing on Hiro and Ando, with the others serving as supporting cast.  As it stands, it's like watching five or six different spin-offs, half of which are not all that interesting.

EDIT: And now I'm sending this again because Blogger doesn't want to accept emailed posts.  Dollars to doughnuts it posts twice.

Never Change

So, a while back someone tipped me off to the online existance of my high school ex. I drop by there every once in a while, just to make sure we're not likely to be in the same place anytime soon. We didn't part badly, but there are very few people from high school I would ever want to randomly run into, and he doesn't make the list. It's nice to be able to check, you know?

So I'm bored this evening, and I wander past, and lo and behold, he's extolling the virtues of the latest releast by an "indie" group whose popularity has rather outgrown the title. Now, this is not a group I've ever gotten into. I've read their lyrics quoted on one too many teen-angst-ridden blogs. The music behind them could be fucking out of this world, but I still don't think I'd be able to take those lyrics seriously. My ex? Oh, god, some things never change, and I say that fondly. The overwrought lyrics just fit so perfectly with the person I remember, the guy who was determined that the only person he could ever tell his problems to was his Soul Mate.

Dude needed a therapist like what, but all he got was me.

And it used to really hurt to think about, but now it's like remembering a particularly ridiculous soap opera plot. Those people were characatures, acting out a piss-poorly written social script*. It was over ten years ago. A whole decade. We didn't marry after college, as we had planned (stop laughing!); we didn't make it past junior year. I went to Russia, then to New York, then to Duluth. College ended; the sky fell; I moved home, and it wasn't home anymore. I've been ad libbing for five years now, making it up as I go, and it's easy to wonder if perhaps this clown ought speak no more than is set down for her.

But I gotta tell you, if I'm going back on book any time soon, someone's gonna have to do some dramatic revision, because that is some bad writing.

* This extended metaphor brought to you by the fact that I'm really bad at speaking metaphorically.