"don't you have an elsewhere to be?"
Jun. 28th, 2006 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizzy_copycatRevamped my LJ. I'm not too sure about the color scheme, so any comments are appreciated, but I was so completely fascinated by the fact that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gwennafran was made nauseous by it, so I had to keep it like this. Also, it makes me giggle, which is always cool.
Vibe told me about the HP news, which I had totally missed because I don't really go anywhere Potter these days. I don't need to hype Book 7 when there isn't even a publishing date. And in my calender she has another six months to finish writing. I just need the book out by June, or July at the latest, and I still have time to kill the thrill. Anyway, I have no reaction. I want to say that then Snape doesn't die, but who's to say he was ever going to? Maybe he's one of the other two and I got screwed over but I don't know it yet. See, there's no point trying to figure it out. Bottom line is just, one more person dies. That's it.
But how Jo can keep from screaming "No, dumb-asses. This is a children's series. Harry doesn't die. So take your grown-up thinking and your academia and stick it up your asses! In kid's books the hero doesn't get offed, just because you think that would be way cooler and totally unexpected. So fuck off. Read Anne Rice."
Of course, I want her to say the same thing about Sevvie-poo, because, well, kids need to learn about redemption and forgiveness and shit, and who better to teach them?
I got up this morning very determined to actually DO something. As opposed to yesterday, when my greatest achievement was showering. I had it all planned out: Dishes, hand wash laundry annoyance, filthy cupboard under the sink (gross!), cleaning in general, do some Russian stuff. I managed the dishes and the laundry, but in my defense, there was a LOT. I'd take a picture to prove it, but I can't be bothered. And I managed to forget about the translation I'm supposed to have done tonight. Because I actually got paid for the work I did in 2005 last week, so I thought "Why not?" This is why not. Because it's booooring.
So except for the translation, which HAS to be done, I've made it my to-do list for the week. And the fact that my mother is coming day after tomorrow is rather motivating. I'll vacuum and such, at least.
Someday, somehow, I'll acquire some artistic skill and do a cover for my WaT-Sam mix. And finish the fic. Yeah, I fixed the perfume stuff. I can no longer relate at all, but that's not really important. It's at least accurate now, perfume-wise. So, great. Now I just need to write the rest of it.
Which reminds me... There was a Poppy Montgomery movie on last night. Murder in the Hamptons. Bizarre! ALP in 29th Street was weird, but nothing at all like this. Admittedly, I didn't watch all of it, because football came on, but I taped it and I will. And it's not that it was so very bad. Compared to Chasing Papi it was downright good, but it was just very strange. And I've always hated that narrative style where they give you the ending first. And that "half the story is told through interviews.' Having both is very frustrating. The hotness of David Sutcliffe and the fun-ness of Poppy being mental isn't enough to make up for that.
How did Pless getting his ass wiped become Match of the Day? Yes, it's amusing to me to watch that, but it's not really memorable. I wonder if he has come out of the closet yet? So pathetic.
gwennafran was made nauseous by it, so I had to keep it like this. Also, it makes me giggle, which is always cool.Vibe told me about the HP news, which I had totally missed because I don't really go anywhere Potter these days. I don't need to hype Book 7 when there isn't even a publishing date. And in my calender she has another six months to finish writing. I just need the book out by June, or July at the latest, and I still have time to kill the thrill. Anyway, I have no reaction. I want to say that then Snape doesn't die, but who's to say he was ever going to? Maybe he's one of the other two and I got screwed over but I don't know it yet. See, there's no point trying to figure it out. Bottom line is just, one more person dies. That's it.
But how Jo can keep from screaming "No, dumb-asses. This is a children's series. Harry doesn't die. So take your grown-up thinking and your academia and stick it up your asses! In kid's books the hero doesn't get offed, just because you think that would be way cooler and totally unexpected. So fuck off. Read Anne Rice."
Of course, I want her to say the same thing about Sevvie-poo, because, well, kids need to learn about redemption and forgiveness and shit, and who better to teach them?
I got up this morning very determined to actually DO something. As opposed to yesterday, when my greatest achievement was showering. I had it all planned out: Dishes, hand wash laundry annoyance, filthy cupboard under the sink (gross!), cleaning in general, do some Russian stuff. I managed the dishes and the laundry, but in my defense, there was a LOT. I'd take a picture to prove it, but I can't be bothered. And I managed to forget about the translation I'm supposed to have done tonight. Because I actually got paid for the work I did in 2005 last week, so I thought "Why not?" This is why not. Because it's booooring.
So except for the translation, which HAS to be done, I've made it my to-do list for the week. And the fact that my mother is coming day after tomorrow is rather motivating. I'll vacuum and such, at least.
Someday, somehow, I'll acquire some artistic skill and do a cover for my WaT-Sam mix. And finish the fic. Yeah, I fixed the perfume stuff. I can no longer relate at all, but that's not really important. It's at least accurate now, perfume-wise. So, great. Now I just need to write the rest of it.
Which reminds me... There was a Poppy Montgomery movie on last night. Murder in the Hamptons. Bizarre! ALP in 29th Street was weird, but nothing at all like this. Admittedly, I didn't watch all of it, because football came on, but I taped it and I will. And it's not that it was so very bad. Compared to Chasing Papi it was downright good, but it was just very strange. And I've always hated that narrative style where they give you the ending first. And that "half the story is told through interviews.' Having both is very frustrating. The hotness of David Sutcliffe and the fun-ness of Poppy being mental isn't enough to make up for that.
How did Pless getting his ass wiped become Match of the Day? Yes, it's amusing to me to watch that, but it's not really memorable. I wonder if he has come out of the closet yet? So pathetic.
