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Steve [04 Jan 2008|08:25pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Something I just realized: Both Gregory House and John Sheppard, when presented with an unnamed creature (a rat in House's case, a Wraith in sheppard's), chose the name 'Steve'.


I must say John Sheppard strikes me as a Steve McQueen fan, so perhaps it's not a surprise, and yet out of the thousands...nay...MILLIONS of possible names out there, these two chose the same one.


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Shameless Pimp Time [01 Jan 2008|10:51pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

Beware: shameless pimping behind this cut. You've been warned...Collapse )

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My Mom Has Pneumonia [26 Dec 2007|11:11am]
[ mood | amused ]

In which it is proven that you should listen to your daughter, and in which Cesar Milan's direct method of confrontation is proven not to work on humans...Collapse )

Actually, it was kind of funny going to urgent care up in Oro Valley, because, well...they have no poor people there. So it was a) mostly empty, and b) I was sicker than most of the people going in tho be seen. I'm pretty sure the receptionist was giving me dirty looks for using so much kleenex and coughing all over the lobby, but you know what? I don't have health insurance, so I know how to take care of myself, and I know when something's just a nasty flu bug and when it isn't. Like, when it's pneumonia.

So that's how I spent Christmas afternoon. For anyone concerned, you should know that THE DOGS MADE IT! They are safe, and well fed, and were only minimally traumatized by having to fend for themselves for a few hours. *eye roll*

Hope everyone else's holiday was calm and uneventful.

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Christmas [25 Dec 2007|01:39am]
[ mood | Christmas-y ]

I'm not Christian, and I'm not even particularly religious, but Christmas has always had a strong pull for me. I'm not exactly sure why that is, especially as I've always kind of viewed it as a bitter sweet sort of holiday, this year more clearly than ever.

I'm the type of person who furitively listens to carols on the radio and on their playlist beginning in the end of November, and who absolutely delights in the sudden anticipated apperance of the Christmas tree vendor where there's a vacant lot for the other eleven months of the year. I do not...repeat...do NOT overdecorate. This year, I have A (singular) string of lights up on the house. No tree. No sweaters. I'm a closet Christmas fan.

I love that this time of year seems to bring the best out in people. That of all possible dates, that mid-winter seems to be the universal holiday in all cultures, and I love the sappy and improbable stories that pop up this time of year either in books, magazines, on the radio, or on TV. As cynical as I am of Big Business and the corporate culture that has sprung up around it, I believe that at its core, the Christmas season really is something special.

Christmas Eve, my mom and I drove down to visit my brother's grave; it's the first time I've been down there since the funeral. I insisted on taking Angie, even though my mom insisted that dogs weren't allowed. But Angie was his dog, and besides, what the hell were they going to do? Kick us out of a cemetary on Christmas Eve for bringing a dog?

It was as quiet there as I remember it being the last time, which is nice, and the place has gorgeous views, so I think all in all it was a good choice to have him burried there even though it's a long drive. Also, most of the graves had flowers or wreathes, so it makes me feel better that the place is well visited. My mom cried, and then I started crying. And then we hugged, and when we were done, we went around and read the other headstones and found out only one other person in the cemetary was a recent veteran, though he had served in Afghanistan. Anyway, I'm glad we visited, as I know the way down there now and I'll be able to visit more often.

Then I came home, rushed out for a few last minute gifts, and then settled in for an evening of Christmas specials. I watched 'It's a Wonderful Life' and cried like I always do, then 'Love, Actually', and cried like I always do. And then I watched 'The Grinch', during which I was blessedly tearless. Sadly, I can't blame booze for my weepiness, it's just how I get after those particular movies.

As for the sweet part of the holiday? Well, tomorrow my mom and I are going to exchange gifts and then eat pre-packaged food from Trader Joes, as it was mutually decided that we neither wanted to cook nor go out to a restaurant to eat. Then, we'll watch some more Christmas movies including, but not limited to, 'Trading Places' and 'When Harry Met Sally'.

Yes, it sucks that my brother won't be around to take part in things, yes it sucks that my dad's out of town until Wednesday, and yes, it sucks that I don't have a certain someone to help fill in the gaps. But at the heart of things, I am still able to celebrate the holiday with my family this year, small as it might be at the moment, and I still have a lot of things to feel grateful for. And I still have horribly romantic, silly, wonderful Christmas movies to make me feel all weepy and warm and fuzzy hearted.

So here's to hoping everyone else is having a good Christmas/Solstice/Kwanzaa/Hanukah/Festivus/Hogswatch, and may none of us feel guilty for the ammount of fattening food we're going to eat today, or for the flu viruses we're going to spread around to freinds and loved ones.

Happy Holidays, LJ!

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Happy Solstice To Me: in which I dig a big hole... [21 Dec 2007|06:23pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

I hurt. I hurt badly. And I highly suspect that tomorrow, I shall hurt even more.

See, I got the bright idea that in order to make the new chain link chicken run as predator proof as possible, I should burry the lower part so that the last few inches of chain link won't be exposed. Brilliant, right?

Well, sure it is, in the sense that any animal in their right mind would give up after about five seconds of trying to dig through the concrete-like dirt I have in my back yard. So why do I hurt?

Because I, apparently, am not an animal in its right mind, and I got two sides of the trench done before dark today. That would be 22 feet of eight inch deep trench that I dug with a garden shovel. Oh, and there were rocks. Rocks the size of my hand about every four inches.

I now have half of my trench dug, a large pile of dirt, and a large pile of hand-sized rocks in the back yard.

Pictures tomorrow.

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[18 Dec 2007|08:53pm]
[ mood | productive ]

"Just be straight with her"

"I'm not sure what that is!!"

XD XD XD, a million times XD. I love it when House and Wilson have gay fights. It makes me giggle shamelessly. More girlish fanning of TV shows behind the cut...Collapse )

So today was higly productive. Ok. Moderately productive.

I went Christmas/Yule/Festivus/Kwanzaa shopping for myself, and I bought a chain link kennel for the chickens to live in; all I have to do is assemble it. I'm imagining that much cursing will be involved. I also bought a fire pit! Yay! Then I bought some plants: three lantana, two pineapple guava shrubs, and a jojoba bush. Planted the lantanas this afternoon, but the future location of the bushes need some consideration, so I'm holding off. I also took this opportunity to plant some of my aloe plants, and a clump of yucca-type plant that I found thrown out in an alley, and to move two rose bushes to new locations. Hopefully, moving them didn't kill them.

Then I went to *shudder* Wal-Mart. I should explain that I dislike Wal-Mart. I hate them. I wish they would all be crushed by falling space debris. I think they are all evil pits of decrepitude. However, they have cheaply priced shelving units, and I can't stack up cinderblock-and-plank shelves any higher in my bedroom. Of course, they're cheap crap and one already broke apart, but that was mostly my fault for trying to assemble the thing without a screwdriver.

Tomorrow, I'll put together the shelves, put up Christmas/Yule/Festivus/Kwanzaa lights, plant the bushes, and if I have time, I'll work on the chain link run.

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[12 Dec 2007|09:27pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

Somehow, someway I've gotten sucked into Dirty Sexy Money at quite possibly the WORST time in the past 20 years to become interested in a new show. I bame Donald Southerland's dulcetly deep voice.

I've only caught the last four or five shows of the season, but tonight...tonight they're rerunning the first episode. *spaz*

Aw, Nicky. So young, so naiive. Suuuuuuuuuure, they wouldn't ask you to do anything questionable. They wouldn't ask you to lie to the media for them. They wouldn't ASK you to do anything you're uncomfortable with...but they know you'll do it, 'cause they're a very perceptive pack of wolves, who know how to take advantage of your sweet, noble heart. Which they will eat. Possibly with asparagus spears and a fine French wine.

You know, I think this show really lucked out on casting. Any thinly veiled soap opera that manages to draw me in and hold my attention proves that: it's all about the characters.

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Rain, Rain... [11 Dec 2007|05:08pm]
[ mood | cold ]

Just in case anyone outside of Arizona cares, I thought I should point out that it rained today. Like, enough to actually cause puddles. So I took the dog out for a three mile walk in the stuff. The dog was not amused.

I, on the other hand, had a fantastic time getting water in my shoes and on my pants and in my hair. And at one point, the clouds cleared for about five minutes and you could see that the tops of the mountains were all purdy and covered with snow. Very fun.

Since walking three miles has started to become too easy of a workout, I took along my Kelty backpack (<3 the Kelty) and filled up the water resivoir in it, then put some rocks in it for good measure. The end result was about 20 pounds of extra weight. The backpack ended up coming in handy, though, as I I snagged a bunch of cool looking cactus pads I'm going to plant in the yard, about 2 pounds of oranges off of a tree in an alley, and dog poo.

Yes, dog poo. Because somehow, Angie always manages to pick the place that is the furthest from a dumpster to make a deposit. This time, I didn't have to carry the baggie at arm's length for a half an hour.

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The Best Insane Meme of the Week [10 Dec 2007|11:03am]
[ mood | amused ]

I should be cleaning up my wreck of a house, but I'm not. Instead, I am daydreaming and playing around on the web. What else is new?

-Go to the Wikipedia home page and click random article. That is your band's name.
-Click random article again; that is your album name.
-Click random article 15 more times; those are the tracks on your album.

Yes, everyone's doing it, and in the spirit of no-holds-barred LJ-style sharing of useless information...I give to you Blasphemy laws of the Islamic Republic of IranCollapse )

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Nike+ [06 Dec 2007|08:33pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Dear Nike and Nike Advertisers,

ZOMG, your new Nike+ shoe commercial is made of awesome. It actually made me want to run. My policy, much like Elijah Wood in 'The Faculty', is to only run when chased by someone or something. Therefore, the celebration of the history of running was very inspiring. I may consider a $200 combo of running shoe and iPod this January when I try jogging based on this commercial alone. However. You should have stopped with the guy on the treadmill! The last 1/3 of the peice was just fluff, and very uninspiring.

If you want us fat, ugly nerd slobs to buy your shoes and run around in them, do NOT end your ad with glamorous, well-groomed pretty people. That's just gonna make us feel bad, and reach for the Ben&Jerry's.

Ambivalently Yours,

A fat, ugly, non-running nerd slob

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Because I needed a giggle... [05 Dec 2007|11:34pm]
...and because EVERYONE should have five snogging Canadians. You just know I'm putting them on my Cristmas list. Oh yes I am.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, sirventes sent to me...
Twelve skittles drumming
Eleven parrots piping
Ten chickens a-reading
Nine browncoats drawing
Eight vikings a-hiking
Seven canadians a-snogging
Six horses a-gardening
Five co-o-o-ooking babies
Four underground houses
Three lamp posts
Two reservoir dogs
...and a stargate in a string theory.
Get your own Twelve Days:

And speaking of cooking babies, I thought I should share the lyrics to one of my family's favorite Christmas songs:

Chesnuts roasing on an open fiiiire,
Jackfrost nipping at your nooooooose,
Tiny tots...being flung on a pyre,
And fed to hungry eskimoooooos!

And who can forget that British classic:

Christmas is coming, the geese are flying South,
If you don't stop your whining, I'll pop you in the mouth!
If you don't stop your whining, I don't know what I'll do,
If you don't stop your whining, I'll beat you!

Aaaaah, yes. The nippy 70 degree air has heralded nostalgia for a simpler time spent in the back seat of a van, making up lyrics.
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Bizarre Times [05 Dec 2007|10:07pm]
[ mood | all over the place ]

This week has been odd, to say the least. I think the best thing that can be said about it would be that the extra B-vitamins and Omega-3's in my diet seem to be doing an incredible job as mood stabilizers during all of the stress. Let's break the week into segments, shall we? Yes, let's.

WorkCollapse )

NeighborhoodCollapse )

DietCollapse )

CreativityCollapse )

OtherCollapse )

Now. With all of that unpleasantness taken care of, I'd just like to note that I've begun seeing holes in TV programming. More reruns, Christmas specials two weeks earlier than I remember, and numerous reality show previews. In a way, it makes me a little anxious. I know my drug of choice is going to be cut off soon, but at least I know it's coming, and I can work to expediate the process of a compromise (even if it is in a small way), not to mention that I can catch up on old seasons of shows I wanted to watch but haven't. These would be The Office, Lost, Heroes (I've seen this year's season finale. That's it. One ep.), Pushing Daises, and a few others.

I'm already re-watching X-Files with the LJ X-Files re-watch group, and may begin re-watching Stargate from the beginning. Yay long-haired Daniel!

Here's to hoping next week won't be quite as awkward.

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Day of Hell [29 Nov 2007|08:52pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

So I woke up with a headache. One of those, "Oh, god today's going to suck" headaches that makes you consider calling in sick. Ladies and gentlemen, you should always listen to your headaches.

We ended the day with five patients in the hospital overnight, two of which are fairly critical. One of the critical patients has an owner who is quite literally crazy. No. Seriously, they were not of sound mind.

After coming home from the horrors of work, I walk into the back yard to find that one of my chickens was killed and eaten by hawks. As in, they killed her, pulled off all her feathers, ate her head, and left her mangled corpse for me to find. Her two companions were huddled up in the shed. So I took them inside, where they are now living with the hospiced chicken and four pigeons in the spare bedroom.

After cleaning up the back yard as best I could, I popped some more ibuprofen, and turned to the sink for a glass of water just in time to see one of the cats peeing by the dishwasher. It was clark, I yelled at him, I cooked and ate some stirfry, then fed the animals. Clark did not show up, which was odd as he is more food-oriented than any animal I've had. Ever. So I look for Clark.

Clark was in the bathroom hunched up and breathing fast. His beathing is now wet and labored, and so now I get to stay up as much as possible with him tonight to make sure he won't join the chicken on the checklist of tomorrow's burials.

And Superntural was a rerun. I still have a headache.

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! [28 Nov 2007|08:10pm]
[ mood | content ]

I first saw Sweeny Todd, the stage version, when I was eight. Yes, at an age when most other little girls were going to Disney on Ice, my parents took me to Raleigh to see the 'Demon Barber of Fleet Street' in the flesh, so to speak. This probably explains a lot about me.

My mom probably saw this as one of the few opportunities to put me in a dress that would be presented to her, and thusly must have seen the chance to doll me up as a fair exchange for the psychological damage a dark musical comedy about a murderous barber would cause. The fact that I was willing to wear a dress in order to see a play about a murderous barber probably explains a lot about me, too.

In short, I'm looking forward to the upcoming release of the movie version of Sweeney Todd. Because it was directed by Tim Burton? No. Because Johnny Depp is the star? No. Because I have a girl crush on Helena Bonham Carter? No. Because Johnny Depp will be singing? Ok, a little bit. Mostly I want to see this movie for the same reason Sweeney wants to hold razors: at last, I'll have a theatre-going experience that will be complete again!! Buwahahaaaa!!


And in completely opposite news (imagery-wise), this is my favorite quote this week: "The truth ain't like a bunch of puppies running around, you can't just pick the one you like best..."

Hooray for Pushing Daisies, which makes Wednesday TV more bearable. And though I come for Pushing Daisies, I've begun staying for Dirty Sexy Money. Dunno why. I guess any show that has morally ambiguous characters appeals to me. Which...goes a long way to explain why I like Sweeney Todd, I suppose.

ETA Blair Underwood: you are sex. Pure and simple, with whipped cream and cherries on top.

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Tuesday Night Tango [28 Nov 2007|12:00am]
[ mood | giddy ]

TV. Right. Much much love for Bones. Last year's Christmas special with the whole Valley Fever debacle is still my favoritest, but I feel, and I don't think I'm alone here, that tonight's episode was more than worthy of the 'Awwwwww!' that spewed forth from me several times during the show. Much much love for House. The case was meh (I was hoping for T.B.), but the resolution of the team-picking story arc was fun. Yay for House getting to keep the people he wanted.

After much reflection, I'm less intensely fearful of the prospect of owning my own business and, by extension, growing up and having to be an adult. I've already bounced the idea off of a few people, and plan on talking to my mom about it tomorrow morning, as she'll have to be cool with it.

Finally, tonight I invented a lovely holiday cranberry/apple/raisin crisp thingy with a delightful oat and almond crumble top. I'm having it for breakfast, because I'm just that cool. And because I'll need some fortification before talking to my mom.

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[24 Nov 2007|09:02pm]
[ mood | drunk ]

So I'm watching The Incredibles on TV. I've never seen it before because...yeah, not a whore for Disney...and because there's no new Stargate episode on this week, I thought I'd give it a shot.

So here I am, drinkie poo in hand, and I says to myself, "Self? This scene where the whole family has been captured and is being held by Syndrome is like that time on SG-1...where the team was captured by that system lord, and everyone is all 'woe, we'll never escape!' and Sam is all 'uuuuuuuuh, dudes? No woe, I've escape'd us!' and Violet is Sam in this scenario!"

Yes, even while drunk I'm geeky.

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Gin and Tequila go together, right? [24 Nov 2007|06:37pm]
[ mood | Why is 'panic' not an emotion? ]

I am currently having a small, but passionately intense panic attack made even more remarkable by the amount of alcohol in my blood stream: one should not be able to feel intense heart-clenching sensations of fear while intoxicated.

A panicked, inebriated rant that has nothing to do with TV or any other realm of the imaginary...Collapse )

And all of this the day after I suddenly awoke at 1 am with the most brilliant, fully-formed plot for a novel. What the holy fires of hell and ever lasting damnation of fuck? Is this because it's a full moon...?

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[20 Nov 2007|08:57pm]
[ mood | cranky ]

Hooray for House! I'm totally looking forward to next week, though when we're gonna find out who the team will be. But for the moment, a very concise review of tonight's episode, written by David Shore in all likelihood.

Short but SpoileryCollapse )

In gastronomic news, I made a yellow fin tuna steak tonight. It caught on fire as I was finishing it off, and I plan on doing this all the time now: the fish was made of win and rich smokey flavors.

In personal news, I talked to Derek for the first time in a long time. His new plans for suicide include either cyanide or hemlock. Which, you know, I'm so glad he shared that with me. If he keeps this up, I'll kill him myself.

And in military news. Is it just me, or are there a LOT of helicopter crashes in war zones that are supposedly...not due to enemy fire? Someone explain that to me? Or better yet, explain why the military would use helicopters if they are, as they seem to claim, so very very prone to mechanical failure?

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Dinner and House [19 Nov 2007|07:19pm]
[ mood | creative ]

We walked three miles tonight. I handled it pretty well, but Angie went from excited to doggedly (pun intended) determined by the second mile.

After walking up an appetite, I decided to make something fun:

Mmmmm, foodCollapse )

House 1x14Collapse )

I do have to admit I'm a little bummed that tomorrow is going to be the last new episode of House for a while. I've been enjoying the competition between the potential doctors, even though I think they're all despicable.

Finally, as Black Friday approaches, I just have to ask...Why? WHY would anyone get up early enough to be able to get to Kohl's at 4 AM?! For a sale?! I get up at 4am for two things: to catch a flight at the airport or for a house fire.
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Al Dente: In which teeth and the perfect consistancy of "Seer" are discussed... [18 Nov 2007|12:27am]
[ mood | chipper ]

The Tooth of the MatterCollapse )

Synopsis of Atlantis 4x08 Cut for SpoilersCollapse )

In other news, I wasn't able to watch 'Seer' until just now because my mother unexpectedly showed up at my door about a quater after 8 tonight. I was already in my jammies. This is what she does when she is already in town, but needs to wait around for my dad's flight to get in. So I entertained her with CSI:SVU which was actually a pretty good episode, considering I hardly ever watch it anymore due to lack of interest, and then with funny pit bull videos on YouTube.

In short, a good time was had by all, and I can now stop gnawing off my fingernails over SGA cliffhanger nonsense.

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