Poor mom, she has a lot of voicemails when she gets back.
It's okay, she does the same to me. Ahhh the joys of a costuming family.
I was off, I guess steampunk hasn't been that big for that long. So little brian picked a steampunk ball for NYE, the price is fine, but as we all chat on the phone we realize that we have nothing steampunk. All of us are seasoned burner-party kids with closets FULL of costumes and nothing steampunk.
I interrupted, "Oh, good, we have a driver now. I can get hammered."
So I found some perfect Oakley sunglasses that I bought specifically for a steampunk outfit that I never put together, found some brown leather elbow gloves, and some rusty compasses, and that's it.
- Deeds and Words - A lovely, thoughtful, in-depth yet not truly spoilery review of Boneshaker can be found at this fine blogging location. The intro quote (via Milton) startled me into a LOL with its sneaky appropriateness.
- Fantasy Magazine - Likewise weighs in vis-a-vis this book, and very kindly.
- Adventures in Reading - See also: Fantasy Magazine’s reviewer (the inimitable Joe Sherry) sticks Boneshaker on his list of 2009’s best. Thanks a million, Joe!
So I’m back in Seattle, and I’ve been taking today to regroup. It was sort of a tactic of last resort; I was so wiped out from the cross-country travel and I came home to … to … so much stuff, that I hardly knew where to begin. So I didn’t begin anything. I just took a day to take down all the Christmas paraphernalia, unpack all my stuff, catch up on all my mail, do some grocery shopping, clean the apartment, charge all my electronics, pay some bills, water some plants, and the like. And now, from this afternoon vantage point, tomorrow is looking a whole lot more manageable.
The holidays were great, by the way. I went to my dad/stepmom’s place in Kentucky (Leitchfield, about 30 miles from Elizabethtown) - where my little brother likewise joined us, fresh from his Copenhagen adventures (read all about ‘em on his webpage - Edit: down for maintenance, as he prepares to move hosts.). Several sets of friends came and went, including (but not limited to) such fine folks as the Wygants and the Banks, as well as Meggo and Camron - the auxiliary son, to be deployed in case of emergency.
We played Catch Phrase for several hours. We ate lots of food, all of which was superlative. I went on a tour of Kentucky housepets - visiting such exemplary critters as this kitty in a tee shirt, the intractable Blaze, this 4-week-old puppy, as well as its siblings, and my brother’s cat, Mr. Peanut. Strangely enough, I seem to have no photos of me with any actual, yanno. People. But if you know me, you probably don’t find that terribly surprising.
And now I’m back in Seattle, with my lap currently occupied by Spain the Cat - who seems pretty happy with my return.
Speaking of the wee black monster, as I was going through the Christmas cards that had accumulated in my absence, I found one from the Pet Placement Center - which had apparently gotten my address from the paypal donation I sent them before Christmas. It was a sweet card, written by someone who seems to (possibly?) remember Spainy from her time there, back in 2001-2002.* It also mentions that in addition to all their usual full-house issues, the facilities are in rather dire need of repair - so all donations are more exceptionally welcome than usual.
Therefore, just in case any of you have leftover holiday cheer burning a hole in your digital pockets, I’m going to post a link to the donation page again. It’s right here. And remember that every little bit helps.
Anyway. Christmas was grand, but now it’s back to the grind for me. I hope everyone had a most excellent holiday season, and that the New Year holds many marvelous things in store for the lot of you.
* Spainy had been at this shelter for over a year when we adopted her in February of 2002. [Crossposted to/from my website. If you'd like to comment, you can do so either here or there.]
- 06:07 Clearly I'm in the wrong city for 6 AM. #
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We saw "Up" tonight and cried big alligator tears through the whole movie.
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We are going to Hawaii in March. It is my graduation present to myself and paidfor by the bajillion flier miles I earned on tuition.
The elf is fragile.
Kate is ill. schmaby she will feel better soon.
Vic Chesnutt was successful.
The new The Black Heart Procession album, "Six," is really dark, really depressing, even more than before. I know, you think that band was almost as cheery as a funeral for a loved one before! But now they are as perky as finding out all your loved ones died! I love this album for the same reason I love all their stuff. It's depressing as all hell, and the saws and violins. There is less singing, more of that singing-talking thing that makes me wonder if my favorite singers just can't hit those high notes anymore (re: Placebo), and I loved their high notes, so agonizing. But it's there a little. So I hope they come to Denver eventually, they are a worthy live act, lots of facial hair and saws, they look like undertakers for a montana milita with one tranny. Next time, more nautically themed songs please.
I've got an elf outfit...
But which charities do you like and why?
I donate to the food bank to offset my dad stealing from them, and because we really did need the food bank as kids. It's something I can see doing actual good. I donate trees through Arbor Day because I am a paper artist. And I donate to The Other Side Arts because I see all the good they do.
Anyway. I got Dad the R. Crumb Genesis book, "It's exactly what I wanted!"
Mom yells, "But you never tell anyone what you want!" Mom looked at me and said, "How did YOU know what he wanted?"
"It's R. Crumb, and the Bible, of course he wants it."
I got a bike from
I did a modified version of this salad:
http://www.latimes.com/features/foo
More spicy in the dressing, fewer persimmons (I forgot I ate the other two), more pom, and toasted almonds.
Maybe I'll do brie mashed potatoes. And plain broccoli on the side.
Uncle Mark is house sitting for someone but will come for dinner. He wants to bring dogs, we'll see how Lillian does.
And a hippo, gnu ear.
- 00:59 Clearly I'm in the wrong city for 1 AM. #
- A plane overshot the runway landing in Jamaica, which is only funny because 1) nobody died, and 2) the plane was obviously stoned (via @wonkette)
- Tearful teabagger afraid that he prayed Sen. Inhofe to death haha ... fucking LOON.
- Facebook was cited in 1 out of every 5 recent divorces as a triggering mechanism for the breakdown of a marriage.
- This five-minute giant robot invasion short is great:
- The Democratic Party is fairly bipartisan. The Republican Party? Not so much.
Baby's now the size of an eggplant!
Baby's soaking up your antibodies, getting her immune system ready for life outside the womb. Eyes are forming, and she'll soon be practicing the blink.
It's 19 degrees Fahrenheit in NJ right now.

That's -7 degree Celcius to the rest of the world.
Note the NEGATIVE sign.
I'm a girl of the tropics. This is not my cup of tea at all.
It's hard to not slip on the ice when you can't see your feet.
( Self-portrait, 25 weeks pregnant )
