We are a household of crabby women snapping at each other. Big fun.
The Great Flea Epidemic of 2006: Possibly the first time I've been able to say that I'm glad Lucky's not here for this. The poms spent the morning at the vet getting washed and shot and dipped and powdered and expressed and clipped and God knows what else. Meko, being blind, sticks to a few favorite places downstairs, but we've got to wash, steam and/or launder everything Sam's touched to keep the fleas from coming back, including but not limited to the couch in the front living room, the couch in the den, my carpet, my bedspread, and the cat. Bad Cat, by the way, just keeps walking around yowling for no apparent reason. S/he's not usually very chatty, but the last week or so, for some reason, s/he's just been walking around constantly going "MAO. MAO. MAO! MAOOOOO." Apparently the Cat of Indeterminate Gender is now also a Communist. Dirty pinko cat. S/he has no idea what's coming, by the way--rather than take THE CAT TO THE VET, my mother compromised by leaving the cat at home and begging the vet for some kind of neutron flea bomb. The vet responded with a pill that is guaranteed to "knock the fleas off." I'm not sure if the fleas are meant to be dead before or after they're knocked off, or how soon after ingestion this is going to happen, or what the radius of knocked fleas flying is going to be, and if maybe we can put the cat in the bathtub before this all goes down, but apparently it's going to be effective.
Also, I was promised that Sister Girl and her boyfriend would be gone at an Alabama game all day, and they are still here. Why are they still here? LEAAAAVE.
Music downloads: For some reason, I remembered that old song "Runaway" and decided to, uh, acquire it. I ended up with the original Del Shannon version (more atmospheric) and the Traveling Wilburys' version (less shrill), as well as a "psychobilly" instrumental cover (look, I'm just telling you what the label says). I saw a Bonnie Raitt cover but didn't get to grab it, and Shannon himself rerecorded it in 1986 or thereabouts as the theme song to a show called Crime Story, which, in fact, was the first time I ever heard it. Yes, I was seven. Anyone got any other versions? (I refer you to this article at the Dread Wikipedia as to which songs titled "Runaway" are actually versions of the Shannon song and not completely different songs written by other artists.)
I'm still working on the Lost recaps, by the way. A quick check revealed that the previous two were 4200 and 4000 words, respectively, if that gives you any idea of work going into it.
BPAL BROUGHT BACK GLITTER! BPAL BROUGHT BACK GLITTER! zomg!
Ellen Burstyn sounds off on her Emmy nod.
In an interview with AP Radio, the 73-year-old Academy Award winner spoke publicly for the first time about her Emmy nod: "When they told me I was nominated for that I went, `What, are you kidding?'"
Burstyn's cameo in "Mrs. Harris" lasted 14 seconds, with her speaking a total of 38 words.
"I thought it was fabulous," she said. "My next ambition is to get nominated for seven seconds, and, ultimately, I want to be nominated for a picture in which I don't even appear."
I think Ellen Burstyn is my new favorite person.
Daniel Craig getting rave early reviews for performance as Bond. Also, my mother, the devout Clive Owenist, has finally cracked under the strain of multiple commercials and admitted, somewhat reluctantly, that she will go see Casino Royale because she "ought to see what it's like." But she won't enjoy it, dammit.
From sweinberg: Bill O'Reilly Wants to Ban Horror Movies (and is a Moron).
Wal-Mart cuts prices for holidays: "First, toys, now electronics. Wal-Mart, which began discounting its holiday toys in mid-October, announced on Friday deep price cuts on almost 100 electronics, setting the stage for price wars in advance of the holiday season."
Gathering of Joneses sets world record. Aww, nobody told me! "Organizers persuaded Joneses to travel to the event from as far away as New Zealand, Australia, the United States and Canada. 'I'm very spontaneous, but people thought I was crazy,' said Doug Jones, 59, of New Windsor, Md., who decided to travel to Wales after learning about the event from a newspaper ad two and a half weeks ago. 'It's part of being a Jones, being wild and crazy.' "
Naked man arrested for concealed weapon. Oh. Oh dear.
Nude couple's feud ends at Waffle House.
3-month old baby charged with robbery.
Professor's Bigfoot research criticized.
catvalente: "My first major press novel just came out...I wonder if you'd be willing to link to it in your next linklist? It's a big, sprawling series of interconnected fairy tales, with all manner of monsters and gods and pirates, many, many pirates." IIRC, catvalente's novel The Labyrinth also got excellent reviews. I have a copy; I'm just a terrible person who hasn't gotten to read it yet. But I haven't read Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell or The Historian yet, either, so, you know: good company.