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Happy Actual Turkeymas!
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A few things:

I did, in fact, post Breaking Dawn in Fifteen Minutes, and "A Scene That Must Have Happened" was the running-gag not-gimmick I was referring to earlier. (Y'all, I'm just saying: I completely believe that all of those things must have happened. For some reason, this book/movie was filled with a ton of Fridge Logic moments.) I am very pleased with the way it turned out, actually. I don't think I've ever had so much fun writing one of these before, and there was very little anxiety involved. (I actually think it kicked me into something of a manic episode--I didn't sleep very well and had a hard time eating, but felt GREAT. Or was it coincidence? A lucky moodswing break? Sparkle is the best medicine? I don't know.) Honestly, though, if there was ever a movie suited to a Fifteen Minutes, it was going to be this one. LJ isn't sending me comment notifications at the moment, but I'm trying to keep up with comments and subsequent replies by ENDLESSLY REFRESHING as best I can.

(Raunchiest thing I've ever written, and my mother loves it. And also y'all's comments. God bless.)


I'm not saying this doesn't creep me the hell out. I'm just saying that the Bloggess wearing a real wolf pelt, head and all, to Breaking Dawn is the best worst thing ever.

"The whole time I had my hand over my face. I was thinking, I cannot legitimately talk about this as an obstetrician."

The Cherpumple piecaken. My sister is considering attempting a pumpchoccan one now.

Nothing to link to on this one, but I have put in an official request for a Pallas cat Webkinz. We shall see.

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Wow. That wolf pelt is *highly illegal* here in California. I think, but am not sure I'd have to check the Penal Code, but I THINK it's a felony. I hope her municipality is okay with it. (I know Alaska is one, but I have no idea about any other places.)

The Piecaken is amazing. I want one of boysenberry, raspberry, and cherry. Mmmmm.


She says the wolf died of natural causes and the pelt was obtained ethically, etc. I just... I don't even know.

Hey! Y'all haven't heard from me in several decades but I just wanted to say I whiled away a satisfying post-turkey hour reading through your 'movie discussions' tag until I succumbed to tryptophan coma. It was fun! And then I was ded of turkey.

This is my face seeing the wolf skin/head thing: Ö

Followed by: D:

Well, that's why it's the best worst thing ever. (I'm being facetious on both counts.)

Piecaken seems kind of eh. Pie crust would get soggy too fast. And then there's not enough delicious cake, given that the pie is taking up all the space. I'd ask Sister Girl to make two separate pastries.

I say this like I'm next door, coming over, and/or have any personal stake in the outcome. Just ignore me, it's the gravy coma talking.

See, I'm a pie heathen, I only want cake.

Happy Thanksgiving, Cleo! :)

I just came back from seeing it. Your 15 min breakdown was all that kept me from going insane with DO NOT WANT during the birth scene. XP That and her wedding dress. Oh man that thing was ugly. DX

I don't know the Blogess at all, so I really really hope her post was extraordinarily tongue-in-cheek and she knows just how full of crap everythng she says about anxiety disorders/part Native American heritage/etc is. :/

I don't know her either, but just from reading her post I am pretty sure it was all tongue-in-cheek.*

*Also I am assuming she actually was able to verify the wolf died of age/natural causes. Otherwise: D:

OMG you TVTropes'd me! Gaaaaah!

But I forgive you, because that Bloggess link was the best thing ever.

Happy T-day!

We are speaking of a woman who named a Giant Metal Chicken "Beyonce". Ironic doesn't begin to cover the crazy. And, have you seen her dollhouse??? It was BUILT haunted!

I just feel that poor wolf deserves to rest in peace and not have her pelt worn around town as some kind of ironic hipster accessory or whatever the hell. Especially to a movie where she has to see one of her distant kindred imprint on a vampire mutant miracle baby. The Bloggess could've at least covered her eyes for that.

("Oh thank Fenrir I'm already dead because this would've killed me.")

On a somewhat related note, I have been known to look at chihuahuas and wonder what some poor wolf did to deserve being stuffed into that little sausage casing this time around.

Sparklemas has been delighting me and sending me down the dark and wandering paths of your archives for more classic Twisnark. I had to drop a note to express my delight at your 'women want bad boys' analysis in your first foray into Twiblogging. The way you phrased the part about the appeal of having the power to change someone perfectly encapsulates the relationship between two characters in one of my current TV obsessions, and nobody in that fandom has phrased it quite as rightly as that.

Heh, thanks. I wonder if it also correlates to that idea that (some) women want fixer-upper boyfriends--guys they can "change," get to dress better, etc. That is, the idea that women find a lot of power in changing men in more than one context. And that perhaps it's a societal expectation that women will, or at least will try. Because, I don't know about you--I find the idea that a guy would treat me differently than everyone else (which has wrought a change in him without direct intervention) appealing, but other than that, I like guys who are fully functioning straight out of the box.

Waited till I'd seen the film before reading the mi15m, so have just finished it - loved it! I laughed out loud like a crazy thing. Brilliant stuff :)

Loved your Breaking Dawn in 15 minutes, but have you heard? Bella's labour scene is causing seizures in some people from all the sparkl-, I mean strobing lights and blood!

Heh, yeah. Also, apparently someone's son threw up.