| In Which My Dog Is Hungry, My Thoughts Are Random, And I Mention a Mouse |
[Dec. 6th, 2009|02:42 am] |
Submitted Trashing Romance to a contest. Or at least the first 10k of it. It ended up working out perfectly because right around the 10k mark is where Audrey loses the bet (it involves a darts game) that ends with her having to face her worst nightmare. You'd think a hard-core Sci-Fi/Fantasy writer would have terrifying nightmares.
Muhahaha.
Haven't caught up with Dollhouse yet. This is very much like me with the final season of Gilmore Girls. I couldn't believe it was over, so I just...didn't watch the last four or five episodes (that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Other, truer variations of the story might be that I was so furious at Amy Sherman-Palladino for driving what had once been a funny and endearing concept, with quirky charm, into the ground in a flaming pile of #$@& all because she couldn't get on board with the rest of us and be a fricking Luke/Lorelai fan). Which is really funny to me now because during the final episodes of GG, I was working for the local CW affiliate and I'd pass a huge poster of Alexis Bledel on my way to the morning production meetings every day. Talk about guilt tripping. Will likely catch up with Dollhouse tomorrow. That or go buy a new mouse, as my mouse has decided it doesn't like scrolling down. No, the only options it gives me are: scroll up, scroll up, or scroll up.
Besides, it's not even a two-button mouse. The mouse is one area where the PC excels over the Mac.
Today was the day we whipped out the rest of the Christmas decorations. It was kind of neat for me because last year, I didn't get home until Christmas Eve, so I didn't get to help with decorating the tree, which is my favorite part. This year I got to decorate the tree by myself. It was a matter of logistics and planning because the puppy is fond of chewing (latest casualty: Mom's vintage Holt Howard angel tree topper. I seriously thought Mom was going to skewer Nikki and breathe fire to roast her on the spit right then and there. That tree topper is older than Mom herself), so all of our cloth, plastic, and wooden ornaments had to be placed high on the tree. Anything below mid-thigh is glass or metal, and if Nikki tries for those, I guess she deserves what she gets (My dad's addendum: "If Nikki eats one of the nativities, YOU deserve what she gets").
Yeah, that's right. Mom has at least 32 nativity ornaments on the tree alone. That's not including the piece de resistance of her collection, which is a 20+ piece porcelain nativity made by Avon in 1984, the glass plates, the nativities I made over the years (including the one with salt dough where Zoe ate the baby Jesus), etc etc. I added to the craze by finding her two pewter nativity ornaments when I went to Branson.
You can tell I decorated the tree because my favorite ornament--a Hallmark ornament of Comet (#8) playing soccer--is front and center. Also spread liberally throughout the tree are my canoe, my glass ducky, the French horn, and--holy crap, I have superglue on my fingernails! I was WONDERING what that was.
Apparently, this blog entry is brought to you by shiny things. Because they keep distracting me.
As I was saying, it's fun to track all of my hobbies through the ornaments on the tree. Comet with the soccer ball for the ten years I played (amusingly, I suck at soccer), the canoe for Penna's Paddlebums (those were the days), the French horn for, well, you can figure out what I played in high school and in marching band well enough, I imagine (I suck at the French horn, too). I tricked Mom into thinking we had more of these ornaments DJ and I made in kindergarten. She thwapped me upside the head, especially after I laughed about how easy it was.
A good day, over all.
- Ash |
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