Cleolinda Jones (cleolinda) wrote,
Cleolinda Jones

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This entry is long-delayed because the Reign of Unemployed Terror has officially started. Actually, today was pretty good--Mom went to some kind of networking meeting and got to be with other people in the same situation and came back bright-eyed and bushy-resuméed. The problem was the three days before that--a swamp of intra-family tension, resentment, houseguests, longterm feuds and housecleaning. I am serious: she has announced her intention to scour the entire house. As for the feuds, well, my sister and my stepfather have never gotten along and I doubt they ever will. The houseguests, at least, have gone.

So, let's tote up our latest round of trials and tribulations, shall we?

>> Pthoolhu secreted a colony of "subterranean ants" ("Even worse than carpenter ants!" Which sounds so marketing-department to me. "Thicker thoraxes! Chewier mandibles! Bigger leaks and repair bills than ever before!") in the deck surrounding the pool. He still lurks under the last two feet of sludge that we haven't pumped out yet.

>> Mom's glasses broke.

>> Sister Girl has a cracked and infected tooth, while two wisdom teeth are attempting to make the beast with two molars, or something.

>> So I'm up with her at three o'clock this morning and she's sobbing on my floor because she's had four Advil and twelve Aleve over the course of the night and the pain is STILL so bad--right on the nerves--that she can't see straight, and she has to go to Panera at five because it's just her and the brand-new manager on the busiest morning of the week (Tuesday? Who knew?), and I'm just sitting there in my computer chair, for an hour, trying to calm her down because I can think of nothing to do to help her.

>> Also, she needs braces.

>> Again.

I am reeeeeally hoping beyond hope that we will be able to go see the movie tomorrow, because I really, really need to see stuff blow up at this point.

Meanwhile, for some reason, I am totally obsessed with the last Garbage album, which came out however many eons ago. I liked "Run Baby Run" and, to a lesser extent, "Metal Heart" immediately, but the rest of the songs left me cold. This may be because, while I do like guitars a lot, my favorite CD of theirs is Version 2.0, with is a lot more techno-dancy (I fell in love with "Temptation Waits" immediately). But even on that one, which I felt was nearly perfect at the time, it still took me months to appreciate "Hammering in My Head," which I love now. I think Bleed Like Me just kind of overwhelmed me with the guitar-harsh at first, and it took a spontaneous urge to listen to the whole thing several times over the other day for me to get it. And now I love "It's All Over But the Crying" and the way Shirley Manson says, "Do you really think I'm made of stone, baby, come on," and "Why Do You Love Me" ("WHY! DO! YOU! LOOOVE ME!"), and "Bad Boyfriend," even though I kept listening to it and not getting it, and then this morning I was just like, "Holy shit, this is awesome!" So I do, at least, have this going for me at the moment.

Patriot Act Game Pokes Fun at Government. "The object of the game is not to amass the most money or real estate, but to be the last player to retain civil liberties. 'I've had people complain to me that when they play, nobody wins. They say "We're all in Guantanamo and nobody has any civil liberties left," ' he said. 'I'm like 'Yeah, that's the point.' "

aliaspiral: "Pancake Meow stuff is cute, but im still wildly in love with the plushies at My Paper Crane. Seriously, i fell so in love, i iconned the smore. *points* "

vampirepig13: "I don't know why the scented dessert jewelry thing put me in mind of this -- I guess it was just the cuteness factor -- but I feel the need to whore these adorable plushies: Kristin Tercek's Cuddly Rigor Mortis line. I guess I should have done this around Halloween, since they're spooky-themed plushes, but what the hey. She has a livejournal, too, and she's uber-nice." TOO. CUTE.

Your Old Skeletor Doll Day! Heeeeeeee. Today's entry is also good.

Navy Exchanges Fire With Suspected Pirates.

The battle to ban birth control.

Oh, some awesome batshit. A group of fans approach you at a charity sporting event and present you with a box of sex toys. What do you do? Accounts still differ as to how Michael Rosenbaum really feels about it, but a wanky time is had by all (as it were).

"Help me, CuteOverload—you're my only hope!"

Vote for the greatest living British writer. Again: destined to end in tears.

Chapter One of Diane Duane's "The Big Meow" is now online for free viewing.

"Kevin Federline Has Officially Gone INSANE."

Mystery Dada Tomato Threats at Neil Gaiman's journal: "Are they real lawyers? The kind who went to law school?Are they actually billing someone for writing these 'take down your non-existent link to an unspecified website' letters? Is it an internet prank? Are they perhaps surrealist lawyers, or cooler than that, Dada lawyers, who have decided to spread artistic confusion and mystery with their 'legal letters'? The plot thickens ("Disappointingly not Dada at all...") when it turns out that the lawyers are just idiots, and a separate, completely uninvolved lawyer suggests that Gaiman shouldn't link to Rotten Tomatoes, the movie review site, either, because someone might come after him for that, leading us to the astonishing conclusion that there are two law firms who think that linking to things on the internet is "bad," rather than "the point of the whole damn enterprise in the first place."

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