i've finally figured out what it is about jack nicholson that freaks me out so badly-- one of the main things aside from the crazy-eyed intensity, that is. it's his diction-- he has such precise diction and he speaks so clearly and correctly, it can come across as really, really eerie. and then when he uses certain casual words ("don'tcha" comes to mind cus he just said it on the tv) it's so super creepy, it's like he's *trying* to be casual in a way that's unnatural to him.

this came up b/c i'm watching kubrick's version of 'the shining' for the first time; i've always avoided it because of how creepy i find nicholson, but i guess now i was ready for it cus i'm really enjoying it. it's shot really brilliantly and while nicholson's really not who i think stephen king was picturing when he wrote jack torrence, i think he's playing the character well. i do still prefer the miniseries, because it's more faithful to the book, but this is enjoyable. :) though oh my god, all that nails-on-the-chalkboard screeching music is giving me a headache, lol.

once again, someecards has sent me into fits of giggling.

for anyone who knows rinlage, this doesn't need an explanation.




*still snickering*

+ books books books books BOOKS. finished 'seabiscuit' without actually crying, only getting suspiciously hoarse* and stuffy manyseveral times throughout. amazing, amazing book. now onto 'uglies' by scott westerfeld, thanks to halfdreams for the recommendation (and steph, i almost just typed your twitter name as your LJ name, haha, OOPS) and after that 'small wonder' by barbara kingsolver and a reread of 'at swim, two boys', which i am SO looking forward to.

+ this is a strange thing to admit, but perhaps other writerly types will know what i mean. the other day i wrote something, just a couple hundred words for a meme on TR, that was... and i mean it... the best thing i've ever written. it snuck up on me-- i finished it, reread, didn't edit a single thing, posted it and then went ".....omg did i actually write that shit?" ashkitty's reaction to it was exactly what i'd wanted, which was awesome, and hearing stuff from other people helps me know i'm not crazy and/or making it up, lol, but like... i have *never* finished writing something and just known it was right, like, completely right, start to finish. felt fucking awesome. now if only i can do it with characters *i* make up, ahaha.

+ on the other writing note, however, i have been working a lot on stuff. a short story, bits of a novel, and it's actually working. like, right now a lot of what i'm doing is just going over old notes and reworking them, but it's happening, i'm not hitting road blocks, and i can see where i want to go. it's.... terrifying, actually, ahaha, but in an awesome way.

+ the bsg finale. i still haven't figured out what i thought of it. that'll probly get its own cut/filtered post at some point, after i re-watch it... it's strange, i don't feel as sad as i did after the west wing ended, but i've realized i think that's because to me the finale left a lot of room for me to pick and choose what to focus on, a lot of room to interpret. and i like that.

+ this weekend i'm making the dummy dress for my friend meghan's wedding dress. :} it's going to be interesting-- i'm making the dummy, in 2 weeks when she's here she'll try it on and we'll fit it and figure out what she wants changed or altered, and then i get started on the real thing. i'm scared, but also really excited. it's a very simple pattern, but it's going to be f'ing gorgeous when i'm done (if i do say so myself, lol) and heeeeee i'm so excited. two of my best friends are getting married in september (and thank god they didn't schedule it for the same day, ahaha), it's very bittersweet. we're f'srs grownups now. :x

+ i really want to watch a silly movie tonight. like.... night at the museum, or something. >.>;;;; either that or a scary one, but i'd be watching sth scary by myself, so mebbe not.

+ for those who partychat on gtalk.... apparently partychat is run out of some guy's basement? i've heard this like, fourth-hand, but apparently the reason pchat has been fucking itself in the face these past few days is b/c this dude who runs it (manages it? whatever) is having issues w/his server/connection/whatever. total non-sequitur, but whatevs. sketchy news is fun news.

+ i'm still LOLing over things from last weekend. like... MY FAAAAAAAAACE.

* that was not intended to be a pun, but now that i saw it, i feel i have to acknowledge it lest people think i did do it on purpose. wouldn't be the first time. >.>;;;;

changed layout and default userpic. i haven't seen this layout before, it might be new, but it is *perfect*. the picture reminds me of kurt halsey (who incidentally, i've been meaning to make icons of his art for just ages now, ugh) and it is just love. but the lengthy style-selection process did remind me of the layout i'd planned and begun oh, god, back last summer maybe, and i'm going to get my ass in gear to finish it.

both scifiwire and knitmeapony's twitter feed provide me with zillions of little fun things / stories throughout the day. like these - steampunk cylon gallery, Extreme Sheepherding (yes, they're Welsh, ahaha, marisa's mad), pouring sheets of lead for pipe organs, and gallery games. thanks guys. :D

bsg tonight. i'll make a flaily post later, and there'll be a chat for those as are interested.

finished the 2nd locke lamora book. really can't handle how awesome it was, how totally gripping. it's been a long, long time since a book really sucked me in like that-- the first law trilogy did, but none of the characters in that really stole my heart-- stole my head, sure, but not my heart, not the way locke and jean did. (the fact that they are, essentially, bert and alain, has not escaped my notice either. :P) but yes... these books are a must-read... basically it's like danny and rusty from ocean's 11 set in an 18th-century-italian style semi-steampunk world. iiiincredible.

ok. day almost over. then is weekend of amazingness with lheena, douxquemiel and the other usual suspects. it's gonna be fucking amazing... and hot_jupiters just gave me her # so i can drunkenly harass her tomorrow night. XD oh yeah, it's gonna be a good weekend.

i am on fire. as is evidenced by my utter ignoring of this journal for god knows how long.

i live, flist. how are you?

one random funny story : at work they announced that on the 29th of april they'd be having a competition between the collectors to see who could get the most number of payments in a day. i scoffed at this, going, wow, there's going to be a waste of a day for me-- no way i'll even come close to winning.

well, guess who has two thumbs and won the prize of a $75 gift certificate to the place of her choice? this girl. :D

my brain went like this : sweet, get the GC to lucky's so i can get a new tat! cus the only thing better than a new tat is a new FREE tat. wait, except that's totally irresponsible and stupid. i should get it to hess or shell (2 places i fill up on gas most often) b/c really, i could use free gas. but that is totally boring and shitty and predictable, none of which are adjectives that describe me. sooooo let's have a compromise between frivolous and sensible. what's something i spend a lot of money on but shouldn't, and am totally incapable of guilt-tripping myself into doing without? oh right, duh... COFFEE.

so i'm getting the GC to the awesome coffee shop across the street from me, so i will be decked out in awesome lattes and pear-sunflower muffins for at least a month.

.........doesn't quite make up for the fact that they're not giving me the week off to go to maine with my 5 best friends to the cabin we ALREADY PAID FOR..... but at least it made me stop trying to come up with ways to give my boss a fatal disease and/or the evil eye. for a while. >.>

okay..... sleepies now. hope not to dream about gossip girl like i did last night. shelightsupwell, you are going to HELL for this. XD

01. adam pascal's voice makes me weepy in the best way possible.

02. seth mcfarlane talks about teh gay on 'family guy' and it is quite amusing.

03. i'm going to be opening up shop on etsy soon-- i went to get more padded interfacing today, and i'll be sewing my brains out for the next however many days it takes me to make a few pieces. anyone who's interested in a hand-made fabric case for your ipod, game boy or other electronic device, i'll give a discount to anyone on my flist. more (including, obvs, pictures) to come when the etsy shop is actually up, but let me know now if you're interested and what colors you want; i'll make those first. :D

04. you know what i love? ungrateful people. like the kind that read a note in which i explain that i spent an hour with a scouring pad cleaning all the gunk and disgusting mess off our kitchen floor (which hasn't seen a mop since AT LEAST october-- go on, gag, i do all the time) and so i think it's fair if i bugger off doing this round of dishes-- and after reading said note, think it's cool to write snide comments at the bottom and tell one of my other housemates that i'm a martyr. WTF???? how is it being a martyr to say "yo, i did this really horrible distasteful thing that nobody else wanted to do, how 'bout we even the score by you washing the three cereal bowls i left in the sink"??? seriously. i love ONE of my housemates unconditionally, and he is (unfortunately!) the one who's probably most definitely not renewing his lease. i so do not know what i'm going to do if i can't get rinlage to move here in the fall. :x

05. i'm in love with my vacuum. i know i'm a freak. i don't care. i like cleaning, i like organizing, it makes me feel good about myself and my brain and my life. i'm SO GLAD i have that vacuum back, for reals, i am so much happier with a clean fucking floor.

and now, time for some tea and sewing. cheers! :D

what. the. motherfucking. shit.

.........i didn't know i cared so much about heath ledger until this very second.

my fucking god. i'm going to go watch 10 things i hate about you and cry myself to sleep. (not really.... but i want to.)

i'm greatly amused by this. first of all that she chose to publish under a name that's like "o hai, have u read my fic?!1!" to anyone who's ever tripped over the HP fandom blindfolded. second, that the only real feedback this reviewer gives (apart from seconding holly black's quote on the front-- which ok, i guess it's cool to have your friends write your bylines if you can't get anyone else to do them-- not that i'm knocking holly black b/c i've met her and she's quite cool-- but anyway) is to say that the book is almost a romance novel, and essentially would be if there was sex. is that a compliment? cus i really don't think it is, lol. but then again cassie claire is no stranger to "almosts" : x-ref "i wrote almost all of draco veritas myself..." speaking as someone who wants to write fantasy and/or young adult fantasy herself, it's pretty tough to convince people that fantasy is a valid genre, but there are definitely lists of fantasy books that even hardcore critics would have to admit have literary merit. the ONLY exception to the "romance is a crap genre" generalization that i've ever heard anyone give credit to is the outlander series-- and having read them myself, i question their classification as romance novels at all, would definitely go more toward historical fiction-- but i digress. the point is, i find it hilarious that the girl who was once the talk of the HP fandom (cus whether you believe she was a plagiarist or not, she certainly was the center of everyone's gossip at one point or another) has now sauntered down into writing paranormal romance novels. i find a strange, comforting parallelism in that; perhaps it's karma, perhaps not, i'm not sure. i don't know cassie personally, so i've no idea what kind of person she is; maybe she's happy writing romance novels. but i wouldn't be. so maybe it's good i didn't waste five years of my life "writing" an epic fanfiction. now i still have some creative guns left in my arsenal. :D

okay, so, i did a stupid and embarrassing thing, and am really annoyed at myself for it. so i'm poor, right? and dry cleaning is SO not in my financial spectrum. i usually get by with the rule of if something is dry-clean only, washing is ok, the dryer is not. if you're not sure, handwashing is preferable to machine washing.

so i'm a retard, and i forgot that wool shrinks when it gets wet, even if you only air dry it. so now my fabulous olive green wool pants are an inch shorter than they used to be, which wouldn't be so bad except now the lining is hanging down an inch below the hem. kill me, someone? please?

somewhere, stacy and clinton are shaking their heads, putting a big red X over my picture, saying, "we had such hopes for this one......."

[[i need an icon of ugly betty for posts like this. woe.]]

linaeloisetook, this one's for you. >:D



in other news........... various and sundry. those of you who watch drabblepalaver, watch it later tonight for an important post. i had my second day at my job today and it is made of win. even still, i shouldn't have spent $35 on sushi for me & housemates last night because now i am -$35 in the bank. but that's okay because i get paid on friday. it's sad but true, money does really make the world go round, and while it doesn't i need to hem some pants tonight. i like putting together new outfits out of clothes i already owned and feeling like i bought new clothes. the_blank_slate is still awesome. christmas music is coming, for those whole three of you that asked. :P i was really wanting a bacon cheeseburger today at work, and lo and behold, i come home and what does maya offer me for dinner? a bacon cheeseburger from whole foods, no less. mmmmmmmmmmmm.

okay..... enough wtih the randomness. i'm not even really posting for a reason except to take my mind off other things i ought to be doing. things still feel like they're falling apart, but i have to keep reminding myself this is actually the turn, the ebb of all the stupidity and the lack of control over the parts of my life. there are people i'm so angry at, and people i couldn't be more grateful for, and things i wish so desperately were different that i don't know how to even go about thinking about them. it's so weird, i was telling linds a few weeks back how i barely noticed the difference after i ran out of my meds and couldn't pay for more, and like a week later everything started falling apart again. i definitely notice a difference, and i swear to god, i am not going off those things again if i can help it. i'll deal with the lack of sex drive and the constant sleepiness; anything to help me handle the conscious moments without constantly feeling like i'm about to explode or burst into tears. :/

ok. time to finish my beer and get down to business.