Will someone tell me why the sweet flying fuck Bruce Willis is wearing a Palin updo on David Letterman's show? I mean, it looks ridiculously good on him, but still! ...no, wait, it's the glasses. The hair got filtered out because HELLO, BRUCE WILLIS IN GLASSES. Yes, please.

I went to the mall with Rachael and Mom, intending to maybe spend $15 in Borders... and I ended up spending nothing at Borders, but getting a shirt, a hoodie, and a totally cute pair of panties at Aerie, because it was buy one get one half off for tops, and v. v. cheap underwear. What, I am shopping at girl stores, hold the presses!

...I even tried on the bras there, but they don't make them in my size. One band size too small, motherfuckers. I could have walked out of there with a bra with a girl's name (Katie? or maybe Lucy.), but noooo, 38 is just too big for the butterflies that shop there. I have big-bosomed rage.

We ended up spending three hours there, and one of them I spent alone in Borders, meandering and browsing. I found an Anne Carson book, but it wasn't If Not, Winter... but skimming through it, my god, that woman is poetry. Gorgeous.

So, that turned out to be amazingly fun, being with my littlest, fashionista sister, and my usually hates-shopping mom for a while.

All day I was in the kind of dazey, not-quite-there phase, and I only really felt awake after we left the mall. So now it's midnight and I am ~~~*all energy*~~~, and I have books to get ready to mail for Paperback Swap, and a tote to finish sorting through, and I may even get started on the gargantuan task of organizing my crafts drawers (*GASP*) so I can be ready for the sending of Christmas/holiday cards. I will be making a post to collect addresses in a little while.

Best find of all in that surprise tote: MY SCOOBY-DOO SLIPPERS OH HELL YES. I haven't seen these suckers in YEARS. My feet, they will be warm and ready for scooby snacks all winter long!

This icon. It's... kind of hypnotic.

I don't even know any more, guys. Sleep and I are not on good terms with each other. I don't know if it's a problem with the bed or the pillows or my lack of proper stuffed animals or, fuck, the feng shui is off, but it can't be entirely me. I'm not this completely messed up. I can't be.

I tried to sleep, that was a fail. So now I'm sitting here with my glasses off, squinting to read the screen, halfheartedly considering trying to write but not feeling it.

Part of me wants to rearrange the room some more, and part of me thinks that other part is fucking stupid. Really, if I could get the glass shelves up here, that might fix a lot of problems, except I wouldn't be able to set up my computer on it like my brain keeps trying to convince itself I can. I need a monitor at eye level, kthx, and since my computer chair is a recliner, that means lower rather than higher...

On the bright side, I totally got most of the mailing I have to do packed up. maggiesox, I still haven't sent out Flight of the Conchords, and the box I had it in kind of fell apart, so-- soon, I swear. Like as soon as I find a suitable replacement box.

I know I just got a bunch of new friends from the political fandom friending meme. Hi guys! I'm an insomniac and I post too much, hope you don't mind. ♥ ♥

Okay, clearly what I need is a brick to the head Rahm Emanuel to feed me cheesecake a ten minute drum solo! to put on my glasses and stop squinting. And maybe breakfast.


eta: Okay, what the fuck? Invisible midgets come put their fingers all over my glasses when I take them off. They were not this dirty when I put them down four hours ago.

eta2: I KNEW I already owned a copy of Catullus! And this one is in perfect condition, too. ALSO FOUND: big-ass Utena poster \o/ and signed photo of Enter the Haggis \o/ pretty sweet.

My dad didn't sleep at all last night either! And we're talking about trading sleeping pills, he's all "I have Lunesta, it's good stuff" and I'm like "ok here, trade you some Ambien for it" :D

The family that shares drugs together, gets hugs together...? Speaking of drugs, I bet I would sleep like an angel if I could smoke a joint. -_- Being clean is less fun when you have no real reason for it. (Well, besides being broke. Is it wrong that my anti-drug little sister can score weed just by being cute? Answer: yes, but I would take advantage of that.)

Right now, I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to, because I have all of my crafty stuff spread out on my bed, plastic drawers and pill bottles full of beads, tins of decade-old stationery, ribbons and fabric paint and fabric scraps, and oh my god I hoard so much crap it's unbelievable. BUT I MIGHT BE ABLE TO USE IT ONE DAY, my brain says, and so I keep it. No more! I am throwing out all of the ugly shit. :D

My mother wants me to read a book called The Shack, which is apparently ~~very spiritual and uplifting~~, and I want nothing to do with it, except she's my mom and I love her, which means I will humor her, if... I can find... where I put the book? Oops.

It's supposed to get up to 65 degrees today. Butcher has already taken up residence in the window, and his tail is hanging right. next to me. and all I want to do is fuck with him. :3 Heh.

Okay, here is my plan!
-Finish taking care of crafty stuff
-Clean the rat cage (poor Heather Ratface has a rat tumor :( why do all of my rats get cancer?)
-Take a shower!
-Do some laundry, omg, heap of it.
-read the shack I guess, ew
--and probably fall asleep, because that's what "inspirational" books do to me

Okay, I can handle that. Hell, I might be able to do all of that before lunch. I am fierce, I am determined, I am getting my ass off this chair!

How do you know that you're a ~household maven~?

I totally just mopped myself into a corner.

\o/


I fail so bad.... but now I'm tired, so, a little nap.

Oh yeah, the scale is in the kitchen, I stepped on, and I'm hovering right below 180 now. So, non-sarcastic \o/!

but whoever made fandomkink obviously didn't care about promoting it, and I don't want to overspam the Heroes comms with "come play another kink meme! :D", but for god's sake.

There are three pages of requests and five finished prompts. And of those five, I wrote three of them.

WILL SOMEBODY MAN UP AND WRITE SOME MOTHERFUCKING PORN ALREADY KTHX I JUST CAN'T DO IT ALONE


and also I would still like my requests to be filled, jeez

Come on, Heroes buddies, help a girl out and pimp this a bit?

You know it, you love it, you want more of it: yep, it's linkdump time.

This bailout shit is not working, and now the car companies are casting around for a lifesaver too. Neil Young has a good idea: cut back to one model each, a truck, an SUV, a large family sedan, an economy sedan, and a sports car. Roll 'em out without engines, and get some people actually back in the workforce making engines rechargeable on electricity (eeeeelectricity! oh man, Schoolhouse Rock, I want to break it out now), put the two together, and then we will have cars that don't grody up the environment, and jobs, and lower reliance on fossil fuels, and auto manufacturers that aren't in the red. EVERYBODY WINS.

Apparently W is good for something after all: Sarkozy talked Putin down from killing the president of Georgia by saying, "Do you want to end up like President Bush?" And Putin conceded the point. Maybe there's a shot at world peace after all. The next one to start shit gets called Bush behind his back.

Another article about the bone marrow transplant that cured AIDS. And, hey, this time you get to see how hot the hematologist who figured it out is. (answer: hot!)

~~~~THIS RIGHT HERE GUYS~~~~~~
Watchmen theatrical trailer!
~~~~~~~~~KICKASS~~~~~~~~~~

Happy Fun Ball + rocket fuel = good way to eradicate biological, chemical, and nuclear weapons labs? Uh, okay... if you say it works! I just like the BOUNCY ASPLODING. :D Yes, I am easily entertained. It keeps me happy. (Theoretically.)

The New York Times, July 4, 2009. Kind of like James Dobson's "letter from a Christian in 2012" except, you know, not batshit crazy propaganda and lies, just a lot of hope. Yaaaay hope! How much would we like to see this paper in reality, Y/Y?

Barack Obama is a Vulcan. More specifically, he's totally Spock. You know what this means... Obama/Quinto CAGE MATCH, may the pointiest ears live long and prosper! :D :D :D :D

Write or Die. this thing is pure gold my friends. You put in a word count goal, a time limit, and this magnificent bastard of a program keeps you on task. AND IT DOES. I got 1000 words in a little over half an hour. Write or Die wurkz fer mee!

"Buddha Boy" comes out of the jungle after a year, gets popular quicker than Obama. Isn't Buddha Boy the name of a manga series...? I coulda sworn... Anyway, this is really neat. I wonder what the protocol would be if the higher-ups decided that he really is the reincarnation of the Buddha... (White House visit? :D?)

W is the kid who pisses in the sandbox when he has to go home: 90 last-minute regulations, basically designed to fuck over the promises of the Obama campaign, signed over in the next week or so. What a dick. What a disease-riddled, shrivelled little hamster dick.

The facts are these: ABC sucks, Pushing Daisies wrapped 2x13 today and there hasn't been an order for the back half. Fuck. :(

Rubber ducky, you're the one, make global warming into possible fun, rubber ducky scientists are awfully fond of you.... Flotsam science is awesome. The first time I heard about it, they were tracking sneakers from a wrecked cargo ship through the Pacific, and now they're sending rubber ducks under glaciers. AWESOME.

The pregnant man... is pregnant again. Okay? I don't have anything to say about that isn't potentially wildly insensitive, so I'm just not going to say anything except I hope this pregnancy goes as well as the first one did.

Hey, remember the neo-Nazi dumbfucks who were planning to kill Obama? Now they're whining that the jury is racially stacked against them. CRY MOAR, BITCHES. Enjoy PMITA prison!


Now, here is my cry for help: if anyone knows of the Star Trek full theatrical trailer hitting the internet BEFORE Sunday, hook a girl up. I don't want to wait to see it in HD, I want to see it NOW. >>

Now, holy fuck I have too many programs running, and also I need to shut down and take apart my computer for re-assembly on more proper shelving. Yeeeah.

....well, that was delightfully easy. My computer is now set up on a glass bookshelf instead of a convertible sewing machine/desk. Sweet.

I did have to revise my original plans... a few times. Okay, almost nothing is where I planned it to go, BUT IT WORKS ALL RIGHT. And that's what counts.

And now that my laundry is done, I have some pretty awesome statistics about this load which say everything about my tendency to leave the house.

Pairs of jeans: 2
Pairs of pajama pants: 7
Bras: 2

Yep, I've been staying pretty much right where I am.