Children of Men

Wow.

What a boring, pointless, terrible movie.

Tired

OK, monthly blood loss + MA class + another bizarre half-hour-after-eating low this morning of 29 = much tiredness.

Tonight it's lying in bed reading books and watching some shows, and tomorrow, it's pancakes and writing.

That's sounds about right.

Sugar Before Bed: 95

After a two hour MA class.

I am a minor god.

Kick It (Redux)

Since there was a big thunderstorm about the time I usually head to MA class and Steph was home early, she went ahead and drove me out to class. I changed into MA clothes while I was there, but since we got out late, jumped outside after class without changing back into my street clothes and hopped into the car.

Stephanie looked over at my shirt. "`When I See Something I Kick It'?" she inquired, as if I had chosen this shirt myself.

"We all wear them!" I enthused. "It's our uniform!"

"Oh you're kidding me."

"IT IS GREAT!!!!!"

"So you want me to take a picture for your blog?"

"Eh, maybe when I'm in better shape."

"It can be a `before' picture."

I thought that over. "We'll see," I said.

Until then:

Kick it.

Dinner at Applebee's with White Supremicists!

One of the best titles ever, for sure. And it gets better.

"This is our music magazine," racist Kevin interrupts, laying on the Applebee's table a publication that would look like any other indie/hipster music magazine, except that the music it's writing about glorifies Germany's Third Reich and denigrates blacks and Jews.

"We also have a record company," Kevin boasts, in a manner that seems to say, "Even though we're white supremacists, that doesn't mean we can't ROCK!" "We have over 750 CD titles."

OK, For Serious

Honestly, whoever this guy is who writes Dinosaur Comics?

Rapidly on his way to becoming my next Secret Boyfriend.

Here, yes. But most definately HERE.

OK, well, everywhere really.

The Song that Finally Made me Sign up For iTunes

I was listening to Whiskey from a Wire at work today (on headphones of course), and this song came on.

I was suddenly so utterly and completely distracted that I uploaded two copies of the document I was uploading - three times.

Three times, people.

The fact that the acrobatics described in this song assume a female partner didn't even give me pause. In my happy either/or world, I could make most of that work with either partner, which I am bound to do because thinking about sex these days generally puts me in mind of... well. Anyway.

Damn, that's a sexy song.

OK, maybe I've just been thinking too much about sex lately.

Or, more than usual.

I mean, it's less than all the time.

Usually.

That is a sexy fucking song.

Happy.

I am happy.

Real Life!

It All Looks the Same...

Netflix is Here!

One of the things I decided to do to cut down on the cost of going out to shows is... umm... to get Netflix instead :0

One of the things I miss most about life in Chicago is sitting around on the couch with on the weekends eating pancakes and watching our Netflix shows. We'd just started watching "Rome" when I left, and I'd like to watch the rest of it.

The first couple weeks are free, and complementing this weekend's pancakes will be...

Children of Men!

And for tonight's workout, I'll watch the next episode of Rome...

Most excellent.

Oh Dear...

I think I'm writing about my first non-dysfunctional couple!

How quaint!

And holy crap! I don't think I have any idea how to do this!

The Origins of "OK"

So if OK stands for "all correct," wouldn't it be "AC"? Not exactly, says linguist Erin McKean, who points out that the word was intentionally misspelled. Much like the way people on the Internet shorten or abbreviate words when typing, OK was misspelled on purpose.

"For instance, a lot of kids online spell "cool," "k-e-w-l," says McKean, senior editor for U.S. dictionaries at Oxford Press. "They know how to spell cool, but it just looks cooler to spell it "k-e-w-l."

It was cool in certain East Coast cities in the mid-19th century to substitute OK for "all correct." McKean says it was common for people of that day to use inside lingo -- shorthand full of puns, purposeful misspellings and abbreviations. For example, they'd use "SP" for "small potatoes," or "TBFTB" for "too big for their britches."

Way Kewler, Tho

What Price

I guess you're worth more before you're born into sin.

Being a woman is like being 3/4 of a real person. I mean, a potential person.

We're not worth much.

One for the Road

Holding Back the Desert

I spent an inordinate amount of time last night just before bed tossing and turning and playing out in my head the scene in Black Desert that finally made the whole thing fall together for me. It's a brutal little book, meaner than the last one but with more heart (you know, compared to the last one, not compared to any other book; feel-good movie of the week, it ain't). I found a lot of stuff I want to deal with in this book; the emotional core of the story, and immediately after that, about 80% of the plot-that-wasn't-there.

Turns out this means I need to go back and severely rewrite the first 200 pages that I've got before I can push through, but at least I have a proper roadmap now. I was sort of winging it there for awhile.

I mean, not that I'm not winging it (I'm *always* winging it), but it's starting to look real juicy.

SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY LUNCH

SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY LUNCH OUT OF THE BREAKROOM FRIDGE. THIS REPRESENTS A SIGNIFICANT FINANCIAL LOSS TO ME.

NOW I HAVE TO PAY FOR LUNCH, WHICH I CANNOT AFFORD.

WHERE IS MY FUCKING COKE AND STRING CHEESE YOU FUCKING NAZIS????????????

ALSO, I WANT MY TUPPERWARE BACK!! HOW MANY MORE HOURS WILL YOU HOLD ONTO THIS LUNCH YOU KNOW IS NOT YOURS??? IT HAS BEEN THREE HOURS, PEOPLE.

That is all.

My Blog Rating

AWESOME.

Best.Post.Opening.Evah.

"Revised my uterus."

Now, if only the story *opens* that way...