Went to the beach today. It rained. Got back to the cabin, the sun came out. Of course!
We found a restaurant so bad that it stopped even me from finishing a lobster dish. My beloved lobster pie—ruined! Hi, Little Jacks? The ocean called—it wants its salt back.
Really enjoying Fingersmith—I love when a book just sucks you in and you don’t want it to end; yet you don’t want to put it down either. And so that’s what I’m going to go back to doing, as soon as I hit “Publish” on this post.
Oh, and also: got tickets to see The Black Keys in Asheville and Apocalyptica in Atlanta again in October. Awesome.
Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test…
You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 100% Expert!You did so extremely well, even I can’t find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don’t. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you’re not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!
Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!
(Found on Telesilla’s LJ.) You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:
Saw this on my feed reader this morning and thought it would a good way to indulge in my favorite hobby: procrastination.
What were you doing ten years ago?
…? Um. Living in a cheapass apartment on Wilson Street in Manchester, NH? I <3ed that apartment so much. What else was going on….? I’d given up fiction writing a year earlier (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!). I have no idea what I was doing with my time. I had a boyfriend then—we’d been dating just a few months, so I was probably just hanging out with him, watching TV and playing with spreadsheets or whatever. In fact, I think I was moving him into my cheapass apartment around this time ten years ago.
What are five things on your to-do list for today (not in any particular order)?
What are some snacks you enjoy?
What are some snacks I don’t enjoy? Srsly. Crackerjacks–I don’t like Crackerjacks and never have. Or pistachios.
What would you do if you were a billionaire?
I like to think that not much would change…except maybe I’d hire a house band. How much do you have to give a band a year, do you think, to have them hanging around ready to play whenever you wanted to hear them?
Maybe it’d just be cheaper, easier and less awkward to go on the road and see any band I want, wherever they happen to be playing. That’s the dream life….
And I’d have an electric car, a smaller house on a larger plot of land, and chickens.
(Ooh! I could open my own venue for bands to come play at!)
(Great. Just great. Now I’m going to spend the rest of the day daydreaming about what kind of club I’d open, how big it would be, what I’d call it, who’d come play there, how I’d promote it, what it’d look like…. This is not what I need my brain working on. Who came up with this stupid question?)
(I should have stopped at the chickens.)
What are five places you have lived?
What are five jobs you have had?
BORING QUESTION! REFUSE TO ANSWER! (I did used to work with air-to-ground missiles and laser and low-level-laser guided bombs, though. And these days I’m an editor. That’s all you’re getting!)
What were the last five books you read?
What are five web sites you visit daily (in no particular order)?
“If I were Livejournal,” Hec said to me just now. “I would post some MASSIVE wanky news item on Friday and see how many [of the people who plan to boycott LJ for 24 hours] manage not to comment.”
I’d bring the popcorn.
(This came after Hector very reasonably pointed out that when a company wishes part of its userbase would just shut up (and possibly go away?), just who is it that benefits from that userbase staging a boycott, hmm?)
I’m interested to see how noticeable it is on LJ, overall, that a portion of its userbase has decided to not put any content on the site for 24 hours.
(People have been calling the boycott a “strike,” and I’m not sure that’s technically correct…but my dictionary has 77 (!) definitions for strike, and I’m not gonna read through the whole damned list to find out.)
(Well, not right this second at least.)
Heather to Heather, let me tell you that the proper response to being awarded £24.3m in cash and assets is “thank you.” What you’re actually quoted as saying, post trial, is kind of cuntish. Maybe it’s time to add “graceful” to your vocabulary, no?
(Please God let something else interesting happen in the music world today; my Google Reader is glutted with Heather Mills crap.)
(If you’re confused by this, you might want to visit The Complete Walrus Bucket Saga.)
BRMC: Behind the Bukkit
(aka “Oh god bukkit, wear did u goze?”)