vampychick: (i can kill you with my brain)
Spoilers for this week under the cut!

So U Think You Can Krump, Hee )
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Somehow I've found myself hooked on the World Cup. Mainly, I cannot tell a lie, for the hot guys. I know very little, but I know which ones I hope take their shirts off. Pity it's winter in South Africa. I'm cheering for New Zealand because they have dudes on their team with day jobs, so I figure they need all the help they can get. And because the idea of explaining to your boss that you need time off to go play in the World Cup cracks me up. I am easily amused. And hope is alive for them, so my cheering seems to be working!

I've been surprised by the amount of bloodshed, but hey, it keeps things interesting. And the French kept me amused for several days with their bitchy diva antics. To the other fifteen teams being eliminated this round, I say, hey, guys, you can go home with your heads held high, even if you never won a game or got royally trounced a la North Korea, because you have a reassuring consolation prize: you are not France!
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SFW, but bizarre: It's like someone made a ring on the theme of Eccentrica Gallumbits.

...that is all. I need a Twitter for this sort of thing, really.
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It is eighty-five degrees in this house. Plus humidity (it's been threatening to rain all day, but hasn't quite; the air is so wet it has weight). My mother insists it will cool off "eventually" and there is no reason to turn on the air conditioning just yet.

I may die.

Send ice.
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This is the story of a book that does not exist.

Cut for tween vampire romance )
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What should one wear when one's aunt is suddenly getting remarried...to her ex-husband who she divorced twenty-five years ago?

The wedding is apparently being held on the beach in late April.
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I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but it did. I suspect someone slipped me some crack.

If you know me from the real world, or consider me someone with a modicum of shame and/or good sense, now would be a good time to scroll past the rest of this post. Additionally, if you found this post by googling yourself, your friends, teammates, or family members, now would be a good time to click the back button. Um.

Title: Stephenie Meyer Got Everything Wrong (But What Else is New?)
Rating: R
Pairing: Apolo Anton Ohno/JR Celski
Summary: Written for a prompt on [livejournal.com profile] wintergameskink requesting JR Celski as a newly turned werewolf. No. Really.
Warnings: Real Person Slash.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everyone mentioned in this story owns him- or herself. I am not claiming anything in this story is anything but fictional. Except for the part where they're werewolves. That totally happened. *ducks*
Author's Notes: [livejournal.com profile] teleute12, [livejournal.com profile] kimera, and [livejournal.com profile] butterflykiki share the blame for this. They are all horrible evil enablers.

So are there really werewolves in Forks? )
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I have turned into one of those people who nitpicks TV shows getting things about a city wrong, and last summer's internship is to blame.

It started when someone's 'rail pass' was a key plot point on NCIS, and I kept thinking, "They are not called that, no one calls it that, stop calling them that they are smart cards." (Actually, they're SmarTrip cards, but everyone I knew called it a smart card.)

So, last night, I was watching Human Target, aka 'my new favorite show.' I believe it is filmed in Vancouver, but set in San Francisco, which, whatever, half of everything is filmed in Vancouver. The episode started in a subway station. Then there was time-jumpiness and excessive use of flashbacks, which this show loves, and eventually it became clear that this episode was set in DC, and this was supposed to be a station on the Metro. Now I will grant you that I have not been in every single Metro station in Washington, but every one I was ever in looked pretty much the same, and none of them looked anything like this place. For one thing, it was actually brightly lit, which, lol no.

And then I realized that this was supposed to be a Metro station in Georgetown and was very disappointed with the writers, because...there is no Metro station in Georgetown. The closest stations are all about a mile away, which, I guess they could have run to Foggy Bottom-GWU (they were on the blue line, according to an announcement, so it wasn't Dupont, and Rosslyn's across the river), but. Whatever. That's allowing the writers too much credit.

In a semirelated note, I had a dentist appointment on Monday (I have a cavity and have to go back this next Monday, fail) and the dental hygienist is going on vacation in DC, and wanted to know where to go. I was like, "The Library of Congress, of course! :D :D :D" Because I am an enormous dork.
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Spotted at Wal-Mart: a surefire way to get yourself dumped on Valentine's Day. Yes, ladies, you too can tell your guy, "I'm just not that into you," with a box of Twilight conversation hearts (just like the ones that almost killed [livejournal.com profile] cleolinda!) with 'You're my Valentine' on one side and 'But Edward has my heart' on the other.

They also sell a Jacob variant.

"Yeah, you're okay, but I'm much more interested in a fictional character." This is totally the sentiment anyone wants to see on Valentine's Day. On the bright side it's not like teenage boys will really care about anything but the candy, never mind the packaging, but on the other hand it's crappy candy. Also, kind of creepy.
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...and I don't mean high schools in a fantasy setting. I don't even mean [livejournal.com profile] fandomhigh. I mean schools you read about in books and go, "God, the author wishes." One of these you may be familiar with is in David Levithan's Boy Meets Boy, where the main character lives in a fantasy town where everybody's super-liberal (the local McDonald's was taken over by a vegan collective) and pretty much everyone in the school gets along and no one makes fun of anyone else's differences.

The most recent example I've come across, and the one I'm trying to get through right now, is Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl. I've read rave reviews of this book, and while books set in small towns in the South have burned me before, I was willing to give it a shot. I'm a couple of chapters in, and it does actually get a lot of things about life in a small Southern town pretty close to right. Here is the problem: the high school's curriculum is set by the school board of We Want This To Happen For the Plot.

Cut for ranting and raving and possible mild spoilers )

I know, I know. It's a book. Don't let it bother me so much. But I'm a writer, too, and--okay, for example, in the book I've been working on for a while now, one of the characters refuses to wear shoes for plot-related reasons. I spent ages and ages trying to find a school dress code that used some wording other than 'shoes must be worn at all times' that I could have her be bending to her own purposes (I finally found something about 'appropriate footwear.')

I mean, YA books are written for teenagers, right? They know what high school is like, and I feel like I, as a teenager, would have gone, "ASL and ceramics and a great music program? God, I wish, or at least the author does," on Beautiful Creatures' fantasy curriculum. So I'm just kind of wondering how they get away with it.

I don't know. It bugs me. Is that weird?

An Update

Jan. 26th, 2010 11:25 pm
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Because I don't do those anything like often enough, yeesh, hi.

1) Still no job. I'm pretty tired of searching, at this point, but I gotta keep on trying, right? I think I was basically depressed for a while there and kind of gave up, but I've been feeling a lot better about life in general since about the beginning of January, so. Yeah. Something will gel eventually, I know.

2) Dial-up internet is going to kill me yet. I don't know how, I just know that it will.

3) Human Target is a new show on FOX which combines my loves of Mark Valley, snark, ridiculousness, fight scenes, and explosions (see also: ridiculousness) and then adds Chi McBride and Jackie Earle Haley. It is basically my new favorite thing, so naturally FOX is dicking it around. Of the four airings of the show so far (the pilot was shown twice) only two have been on the same night of the week and they've been out of order. *sigh*

4) I NEED Mark Valley in Human Target icons. SO BAD. WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE STEVE?

5) Yesterday I was talking to my mom about some song or other and said, "And there's a rap part by Flo Rida--oh my God I just got that." Sometimes, I am extremely slow.

6) We've had a much colder winter than usual. It's snowed three whole times, guys!

7) I am completely over books with stupid protagonists. I spent three weeks dragging myself through Ruined, a YA ghost story that had considerable flaws, but one of them was that the protagonist was rather, shall we say, dim, finally finished the damn thing because I hate not finishing books, then started My Soul to Keep, which was promising because A) it has an awesome cover and B) from the cover copy I was quite certain it fit into my theory that psychopomps are the wave of the future. And then within five pages the protagonist was more concerned with not looking like a weirdo in public than saving someone's life. And acting like she'd never even heard of a banshee. I will not be finishing that one.

And...I think that's about all! I am so boring, God.

HEY TEXAS

Jan. 7th, 2010 11:11 pm
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HEY TEXAS
WE JUST BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU
RAMMER JAMMER YELLOWHAMMER GIVE 'EM HELL ALABAMA!

...that is all. *flees*
vampychick: (happy bunny)
I posted my Yuletide story! Victory is mine!

And now I collapse in a wrung-out heap. But I can't stay there because I still have, like everyone else, a bunch of crap to do by the twenty-fifth. Aaaaaaahhhhh. At least I finally finished my Christmas shopping.

Yuletide!

Nov. 15th, 2009 12:25 am
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Dear Yulethor!

cut for letter )
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My dad's lawnmower first broke down oh, about a year and a half ago and has been repaired numerous times since then, and is now basically held together with duct tape and prayer. He has even gone shopping for a new lawnmower (multiple times!), but claims he cannot find one that quite suits him.

On Saturday, my mom and I went to a Renaissance Faire. While we were there we got a phone call from my dad, saying he'd noticed lines in the picture on his big screen TV, and since it was a projection TV he was pretty sure it couldn't be fixed, so since he was going into town anyway he thought he'd look at TVs. I hung up, suggested we might wind up getting him a new TV for Christmas to my mom, and we went on. I should have known better.

We returned home to find he'd bought the largest damn LCD TV Wal-Mart had. This thing is massive. My mom claims she's thinking of moving boarders into the box it came in, which apparently fit in the back of his Escape, so clearly there's a hammerspace pocket in there I didn't know about before. I haven't even asked how much it cost. I'm kind of scared to. The time between his noticing a problem with the old TV and buying a new, even bigger one cannot have been more than three hours.

Maybe we'll get him a lawnmower for Christmas.
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What the hey.

Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] septembergrrl, because like her, I don't tend to really be very shippy.

A. Has my portrayal of a character(s) changed the way you think of him/her?

B. Pick one of my characters (Current, Guest Stars, or Potential) and I'll answer the following questions about him or her.
1. What would your character kill for? What would they die for?
2. What would they refuse to do under any circumstances? Why?
3. What do they dream about?
4. What’s their biggest fear?
5. What single object would they be most hard pressed to part with? Why?
6. What is their fondest memory?
7. What is their worst memory?
8. What or who was were their most significant influence? Expound.
9. What do they believe makes a successful life?
10. What makes them laugh?
11. What are their religious views?
12. What is their greatest strength?
13. Do they have a fatal flaw? If so, what is it?
14. Who is the most important person in their life?
15. If they died, who would miss them most? How would they die?

I Live!

Sep. 30th, 2009 02:37 am
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I just fail hardcore at updating!

Ummm...let's see. Finished my internship, back at my parents', still unemployed, but some of the library hiring freezes seem to begin to be lifting, which will improve my chances exponentially.

I really, really loved what I was doing at my internship, but basically I need a doctorate to actually work there, which has me threatening to go back to grad school, which has my parents less than thrilled. Which, whatever, they wouldn't be paying for it, but I need to make up my mind in around the next twelve minutes if I'm going to apply for next fall.

My supervisors managed to get us interns invited to a reception in a couple of weeks for the exhibit we were working on all summer, mostly as a nice gesture since all but one of us don't live in the area, but since I'm still unemployed and I have some money socked back, I'm thinking of going up to DC for a couple of days to see the culmination of all that hard work and do a couple of the touristy things I was too busy to do while I was living there. Obviously I need to make my mind up in the next five minutes on that, too.

I've been cooking a lot (and, when not cooking, eating my mom's cooking) and making a bunch of ice cream, and yet somehow not only have I not gained back the ten pounds I lost over the summer, I've lost another five. And now that I've said something about it I'm probably going to jinx it.

I watched the first episode of Vampire Diaries, wept for my tweenhood memories, and don't plan to watch it again. That is not Vampire Diaries, that is a Twilight/True Blood/tweeness hybrid with people called Salvatore in. I particularly liked how the woods of Virginia look just like British Columbia.

Right now my grandmother's in the hospital. She had an infection in her arm, which she went to the ER for Saturday morning, then she wound up back in the ER after passing out Saturday afternoon--the diagnosis for which turned out to be, "Turns out you can pass out if you haven't eaten all day and you've been given a ton of medicine, who knew?" but the hospital kept her just in case, and to get the infection cleared up. Then today she was supposed to come home and her knee suddenly swelled up, so now they're trying to figure that out. Fingers crossed it's nothing major.

That's about it. I've been pretty boring, actually. No wonder I hadn't updated, sheesh.
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