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greygirlbeast) wrote2009-06-27 11:28 am
greygirlbeast) wrote2009-06-27 11:28 am
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Howard Hughes vs. Hunan Hubero and Szechuan Sméagol
Gods, I did not sleep enough, and I don't even know why. I could have slept late. Latish, at least. No writing today, because there's an appointment to have my hair colored smack in the middle of the afternoon, but I got up anyway. As Spooky would say (no, really; I have heard her say this), "The bags under my eyes have carry-on luggage."
And speaking of eyes, last night I rubbed Tobasco sauce in my left (blind) eye. That was some fun. Boy, howdy.
Ever wondered what it would be like to see a Jack Chick pamphlet written by Lovecraft? Okay, truth be told, atheist or not, HPL never would have done this. He was far too couth. But it's still so true, and funny as hell. I have to print it out, then staple it together, so I can have an actual hard copy.
Er...writing. Yesterday, I only wrote 701 words on "The Sea Troll's Daughter," but that brought me to the end of Part One (there are two halves to this story), and I had to stop and ponder. Plus, I was very excited about The Ammonite Violin & Others, and that kind of slowed me down. Plus, I had a headache. And a note from Spooky.
Um...auctions. eBay. Books you need, even if you already own them. Here. You guys know the drill.
The jury's still out on Twitter (where I am, of course, greygirlbeast). I am enjoying twats from William Gibson and Moby. And I've made it to 441 followers, which means I only have 559 more to go before July 31st. Anyway, I'll post the 7th micro=excerpt from The Red Tree as soon as I finish this rather meandersome entry. Anyway, I'm sticking with Twitter for the time being, and I abandon MySpace in a few days.
Gotta get some more coffee. And find out why the platypus is wearing a lampshade on hisitsher head.
Hey...who the hell let the sun out?
And that post on Spooky's birthday left me needing more Concrete Blonde:
And speaking of eyes, last night I rubbed Tobasco sauce in my left (blind) eye. That was some fun. Boy, howdy.
Ever wondered what it would be like to see a Jack Chick pamphlet written by Lovecraft? Okay, truth be told, atheist or not, HPL never would have done this. He was far too couth. But it's still so true, and funny as hell. I have to print it out, then staple it together, so I can have an actual hard copy.
Er...writing. Yesterday, I only wrote 701 words on "The Sea Troll's Daughter," but that brought me to the end of Part One (there are two halves to this story), and I had to stop and ponder. Plus, I was very excited about The Ammonite Violin & Others, and that kind of slowed me down. Plus, I had a headache. And a note from Spooky.
Um...auctions. eBay. Books you need, even if you already own them. Here. You guys know the drill.
The jury's still out on Twitter (where I am, of course, greygirlbeast). I am enjoying twats from William Gibson and Moby. And I've made it to 441 followers, which means I only have 559 more to go before July 31st. Anyway, I'll post the 7th micro=excerpt from The Red Tree as soon as I finish this rather meandersome entry. Anyway, I'm sticking with Twitter for the time being, and I abandon MySpace in a few days.
Gotta get some more coffee. And find out why the platypus is wearing a lampshade on hisitsher head.
Hey...who the hell let the sun out?
And that post on Spooky's birthday left me needing more Concrete Blonde:
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Thank you for this lovely antitdote to the global Michael Jackson pity party.
And speaking of eyes, last night I rubbed Tobasco sauce in my left (blind) eye.
I thought we'd been over this ... Tobasco sauce + open bodily orifice(s) = bad idea
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Thank you for this lovely antitdote to the global Michael Jackson pity party.
You're welcome
I thought we'd been over this ... Tobasco sauce + open bodily orifice(s) = bad idea
I forgot. Well, mouths are okay.
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I forgot. Well, mouths are okay.
So THAT'S where it's supposed to go!
(I could make a more disgusting comment, but I won't inflict that on you.)
Changing the subject to something you might appreciate: tonight I'll attend my third year in a row of the Serenity charity screenings. Though you wouldn't want to be at this screening: it's the first Portland screening where people are being encouraged to talk back at the film. It's being called the Special Hell screening. Probably would be hell on you. Still, it should be quite a thing, and it's for charity.
I wanted to ask if there's anything you've ever wanted to yell at the movie Serenity, but that'd be me trolling for something clever I could steal, and I won't steal. Must think...
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(I could make a more disgusting comment, but I won't inflict that on you.)
I could tell you a story, regarding an unfortunate jalapeño incident, but...no.
Though you wouldn't want to be at this screening: it's the first Portland screening where people are being encouraged to talk back at the film. It's being called the Special Hell screening. Probably would be hell on you. Still, it should be quite a thing, and it's for charity.
Yeah, not sure I could get into yelling at Serenity. Not like it's Rocky Horror. I would love to someday be present at a "Once More, With Feeling" sing-along screening, though.
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Oo, oo! Hot mustard! ...No, not going THERE either.
Um, may you eat well today. There. That should take the sting out of this thread.
I would love to someday be present at a "Once More, With Feeling" sing-along screening, though.
As would I. I missed the last chance in Portland two years ago, as it conflicted with Can't Stop the Serenity. Would've required getting halfway across town fairly late and quickly for me to get to both, and I was just too tired after the film.
It won't be "Once More With Feeling," but tonight will include Dr. Horrible karaoke. THAT should also be quite a thing.
And man, that's a good episode. Another example of why I like the way Joss Whedon thinks.
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I've done the hot sauce eyeball trick. It was memorable enough (September 16th, 2004, I think) to keep me from repeating that move for many years.
Fred Van Lente, who wrote that HPL pamphlet, was a pal in college. We wandered the streets of Syracuse, NY in the early 90s and discussed horror films for days straight (with Barker being a recurring topic). He has gone on to be one of the stars of comics, from Action Philosophers to Marvel Zombies (and a hundred others). We made several short films together. While he is delightfully weird in comics, he's another one who should be handed a few million dollars and be allowed to direct a film with no strings attached.
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Fred Van Lente, who wrote that HPL pamphlet, was a pal in college. We wandered the streets of Syracuse, NY in the early 90s and discussed horror films for days straight (with Barker being a recurring topic). He has gone on to be one of the stars of comics, from Action Philosophers to Marvel Zombies (and a hundred others). We made several short films together. While he is delightfully weird in comics, he's another one who should be handed a few million dollars and be allowed to direct a film with no strings attached.
The world is so painfully small.
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This brings me great joy. Thank you for the link. ^^
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Glorious.
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I love that so much. "Unaussprechlichen Kulten, 1845 ed., p. 1,088."
Do not get Tabasco sauce in any more of your eyes!
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I love that so much. "Unaussprechlichen Kulten, 1845 ed., p. 1,088."
Heh.
Do not get Tabasco sauce in any more of your eyes!
Yeah, seeing as how I only have the eight.
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Exactly! Conserve them.
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there were some Church Ladies with pamphlets shortly after we woke up, but I chose not to answer the door.
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That is a PERFECT birthday present for
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Weirdly, I had a Concrete Blonde folder in elementary school, but didn't really appreciate it until it was gone. I had a Ratt pencil too, but I never did learn to appreciate that.
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