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For some reason that I could never, EVAR, hope to explain to anyone who doesn't know me; I spent about 6 hours today reading crack!meta for a series of books I am not even a little bit interested in reading.  No, seriously.  And, it was funny, but even I know that isn't a good excuse.

Spent time Friday night with a couple of girls I went to high school with (they were two years ahead of me), the middle-school friend of one of them, who I first met when I was about 16, and the wife of one of my guy friends from high school.  I was...Well, weird is one word.  

It was 'pizza and a movie girls night', so I dutifully brought with me two romantic comedies I thought might fit the theme.  I brought 'Music & Lyrics' and 'Waitress'.  I hearted Music & Lyrics (I wrote about it previously on LJ, but I can't find the entry to link it here); and I've never seen 'Waitress', but...Well, it's Nathan Fillion (MAL!) and Keri Russell (who I hearted with little purple polka-dot hearts in all my collegiate squee-ness when she was on Felicity) so where is the bad, right? 

Wanna know what movie we ended up watching?  'The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants'.  No, seriously.  I agreed to the movie half-heartedly, because everyone else seemed so gosh-darn excited about it; and really, who has a movie night to really seriously watch the movie, anyway.  Right?  I mean, the muskateers and I, when we watch a movie someone ends up pissed half the time that they missed half the movie due to conversations and commentary.  These women?  Sat quietly through the whole movie, with only the occasional commentary on things like 'oh, I wish I had her body'.  There was a brief conversation about Bradley Whitford (!!!!), between me and one of them, but it was quickly silenced.

This morning I sat and flipped through my yearly Halloween catalog of everything I would buy to decorate for my dream Halloween party if I had the A) Money (which I kind of do at the moment, if I wanted to set myself back a few months in the saving-to-move process); B) Party Space; and C) Enough people in the same area to make it a really awesome time.  My mother semi flipped out through the entire thing, as though I was planning to plonk $1,000 of film-quality gore in her living room and make her deal with it.  Then I went through the sale brochures in the newspaper for some reason (I must have PMS; I hardly ever read newspapers because the smell of the ink makes me nauseous, and as I am on shopping-restriction at the moment there was no reason to be looking for stuff at lower prices).  I found what I thought was a really awesome gift for a friend of mine, and wonder-mom totally shot me down, because (I'm not kidding) "Where would I store it when I wasn't using it?"  Umm, hi, since when is your name XX?  Srsly??

So, it's been a weird few days, that have mostly just made me really, really grateful that I have RL and LJ friends who understand my POV on the world and love me anyway.  **hugs**

The dreaded web filter in my office has 'tasteless' as a blocking category.   Oddly, you can still read Ann Coulter's blog, but bringonthebloodshed is a no go.  Whose taste are we using as arbiter, here?

Is it wrong that I'm so excited by this?  What, don't tell me you're not excited by the idea of having your very own set of giant ceremonial ribbon cutting scissors!!!

*crickets*

So, just me, then?

As some of you may have noticed, I've been offline for the better part of the last week, due to Harry Potter Spoiler Fear.  I just finished the Deathly Hallows, so I just wanted to post a little something to let everyone know that I'm back, and now I'm off to go through my backlog of e-mail and LJ posts.  I promise I'll devote time today to reading and commenting, and get working on the chapters I owe y'all.\


Re: HP7.  SQUUUEEEEEE!!!

And I really need to stop calling it the interweb, before I do so in front of the wrong person, and humiliate myself.  Could go back to calling it the 'information super-hallway', but that's too long.

Anyway...Still having issues with the wireless, but I've come up with a work-around that doesn't involve 17 trips a night up and down the hallway, so it's okay.  Just annoying.

I was wandering the web today, as I often do, and came across this http://www.badiadesign.com/item.jsp?category=62 Makes me feel like a little kid..."Mommy, can we put a big gaudy tent in the living room?  It'll be the best thing ever!  We can camp inside!  And smoke hooka!"  Okay, so the hooka thing is less little kid, but I'm fascinated by the indoor tent thing.  Of course, it's WAY too expensive, and I kinda dig the non-tent decorations we have right now; most of which would have to be hocked to pay for said tent, but...A tent in the living room!!

Look at me; I'm at home, wearing my comfy flannel shirt...Posting to LJ!  Squee!

I'm almost out of pizza; which is good, because I'm nearly sick of pizza, which I wasn't sure could happen.  It's taken me since Monday to eat the whole thing.  This is even more impressive when you consider how I'm restraining myself; I usually polish of at least half a large pizza in one sitting, depending on the crust.  Pizza's my thing.  But, I guess, less my thing when spread out over many days.

Also, my basement is icky and creepy; moreso after the discovery of animal bones down there.  Who said something could walk in and die in my basement before I moved here, anyway?  Wait, was that self centered?

My yard is in desparate need of landscaping (fun summer project!), and is full of patches where no grass grows, dandelions, pieces of the old roof, and rocks.  So, in a effort to do a little bit at a time, I'm scouting the rocks to find some to bring indoors, and place in glass jars.  Which I then use as bookends.  I've only found 4 so far, but it's a big yard.

So, I'm sure the rest of my domestic stuff is boring, and I'll spare you all.  Just wanted to celebrate my internet connection with a little home oriented update.  Cheers!

So, I've been here on LJ for, like, two or three hours. And what have I done? I've already joined a Fanfic Community. Which means, as of tonight or early tomorrow, I will have yet another place to post my stories.

Let the madness begin...