Chaucerettescs

Oh my God, I want Kate Beaton's babies so.much.

I've decided my cure for writer's block is sleeping a lot and holing myself up in the bathtub with lots and lots of Neil Gaiman.

Well... it's not so much a cure as it is a distraction.

I've also decided that there are fewer things I like writing less than opening chapters. Well, I'm sure there are all kinds of things I'd like writing less... essays on Puritan literature for example, but still... this is very tricky.



( ALSO HOLY SHIT LOOKIT WHAT JESS DID' )

LOL

I just finished reading Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's Good Omens, and honestly cannot believe it's taken me this long to get around to reading it.

Especially as I'm now considering beginning a very long, sordid love affair with it.

Also, I think it goes without saying Aziraphale/Crowley=OTP

I had some weird dreams last night (none of them involving having Good Omens' babies, unfortunately.)

( I need to quit oversleeping )

lol, oh, also, this was weird: Nick and I went to see Public Enemies the other day and as I'm sitting in the theatre, I get the strangest feeling that Chase is around. I can't explain it, it was just like this creeping on the back of my neck. And so, after the movie we come out of the theater and about five seconds later out come Josh and Chase. And me and Chase just stare at each other and go "What the hell did you just see?"

Sure enough, he was in our theater. Chase and I were duly creeped out and Nick and I spent the drive home making jokes about River Tam.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2009/jul/02/bbc-axes-robin-hood

Thank God.

Just let that burning ship sink.

Despite its declining ratings at the end of its last run
Hmm, I wonder why that could be, Mister BBC. Axing all the main draws of the show, perhaps?



Time to rewatch Seasons 1 & 2. Oh, sweet, sweet crack.

Chase is finally home after a no doubt exhausting vacation of yachting, shopping, golf, and inappropriate sexual acts in swimming pools.

He is very, very sunburnt. Or, rather, very very tanned under a fresh layer of sunburn. He wants to move back down there now, but ~only after he finishes school since he's all in lurrrve~

His final words before retreating to his room to sleep: "Get a rich boyfriend. It's fun."

lol, classy. But's it's really good to finally have him home.

Okay, so since Lisa unfortunately had to bail (she has an exam July 15th), Katelyn will be taking care of the tickets.

The pre-party will probably be at my house.

Anyway, Katelyn wanted me to double-check with everyone and confirm who is and isn't coming. She's getting the tickets on Thursday, so we'll need a confirmation before then.

UPDATED
Definitely coming:
Me
Katelyn
Nick
Leah
Rachel
Holly
Tricia
Brittany

Not coming:
Duncan


LOL BRITTANY DO NOT MAKE US HUNT YOU DOWN!

I'll also be sending this out on Facebook.

My plot summary of Twelfth Night for Nick, who just e-mailed me:
Nick: Which one is that?
Me: It's the one where this girl, Viola, thinks her twin brother died in a shipwreck, so she thinks she's all alone in a strange new land, so her solution is to dress up like a boy and go work for this count who she falls in love with, but who's in love with this noblewoman... who falls in love with Viola, thinking she's a boy. Hijinks ensue.

Also, there's a fat guy who is perpetually drunk, a fool who sings and more or less calls everyone else idiots, and a nobleman who thinks he's dashing when in fact he is simply functionally retarded. They and this handmaid get sloshed, sing, grope each other, play cruel tricks on people, and start swordfights. In other words, these are the characters everyone actually cares about.

So, obviously, I just got back from seeing Twelfth Night at The Arb with Rachel, Leah, and Duncan. So.Good. All I ask of Twelfth Night is that Feste, Toby and Andrew be entertaining, Sebastian/Antonio be slashy, and Malvolio's socks be bright. It delivered on all counts.

Heh, I had to end up giving a very quick summary of the first act to the gang since we arrived ten minutes too late (thank God we got there at 5:00 though, because tickets were sold out come 5:30 [or, rather, sold out as of two people behind us]).

( Shakespeare is awesome. The Arb is awesome. Thus, Shakespeare in The Arb is FUCKING awesome. )

And, because I need to say it after everytime I read/see Twelfth Night... Poor Antonio.

God, my feet hurt so bad (not from the mobile play, from the other Ann Arbor walkage). lol, I am so not used to walking everywhere (*is a terrible student*). Though, I'm beginning to think I should see a podiatrist. All the bones in the top of one foot are killing me, which can't be normal after only two hours of walking. Though it is possible I just fail at all physical activity.

I finished Pride, Prejudice, and Zombies btw. It was good, but rather disappointing. I was hoping for something a little more than taking the source material wholesale and adding in the occasional "ZOMBIES! NINJAS! DARCY'S BALLS! WACKINESS!" Though the bits that are funny are very funny. It has the graveyard humor of any good zombie film. That said, I think it would've made a better film (and I rarely say that). Like a grandscale, deadpan period drama that is every now and then invaded by zombies. And get Edgar Wright to direct. The idea is awesome, but quickly loses its novelty in print.

Michael Jackson's death actually broke Livejournal for a few minutes (or, well, ohnotheydidnt broke lj).

It is a pretty big bummer. I didn't like him as a person, but there was a lot of his music that I really loved. Dave Chappelle can say it far more succintly than I can:

Dave Chappelle: He made "Thriller". [pause] "Thriller".

A moment of silence for Thriller.

Also?

Beat It - Michael Jackson

DANCE OFF!

I'm trying quite hard to finish Chapter 1, but have find myself in one of those corners where you have a million places you could take a thing, but aren't satisfied with any of them so the best solution seems to be putting your fist through the computer screen. Which I won't, of course, since it'd hardly solve anything. I'll probably just pump out a crap version to redo later. Hey, that's what drafts are for. A moment of silence for

We dropped Chase off at the airport this morning (since Nikki's father ~magnanimously~ decided he could fly down to Florida to vacation with them). So we had to get up at 5 am. lol, fun. The new Detroit airport is ridiculous, btw. EVERYTHING is now inside the terminal. All the restaurants, all the bookshops... everything, and since only passengers are allowed past the security checkpoint, this kind of blows. I mean, I understand the no non-passengers beyond security rule, but... it'd be nice to actually see your loved ones off (or to make sure your dorkass brother actually gets on his plane). Airports used to be so cool. A moment of silence for airports.

lol @ Chase trying to be all adult and pretending he wasn't nervous. And mom managed not to cry. I'm ~so proud~ (of course, when asked is this meant I could fly somewhere alone, she said "No" without even blinking).

lol, we were talking about my mom and dad's wedding at dinner and my mom told me she had the priest take 'obey' out of the vows (something I had not known, but am pleased with as I plan to do the same thing).

It's sad because the first place my mind went was:

Wash: I'm the one she swore to love, honor, and obey!
Mal: ...she swore to obey?
Wash: .....well ...well, no...

Nick came over the other night and we watched a great deal more of Rome. We did however end up falling asleep until my mum woke us at 4 am since Nick was supposed to be home at around 2. I don't recall much about that part, though I do remember using the phrase "I am a sleepy ungulate" a few times which... what?

( Doodly doodle )

New Robin Hood: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uU_COnTGMc

( Reaction to the epic lols. SPOILERS )

Also: Katelyn, I think you may need to be resorted. It's been a while and I don't think Hufferpuffer suits you.
http://sorting-hat.com/sorthat.htm

*I have been violently ill the last two days. In a what-did-I eat sort of way, not a contagious way. Though I am feeling much better tonight.
*Except my dizziness has chosen to come back and has been incredibly bad this week. Which means...
*I need to go to the ear/eye/nose specialist. Something we definitely cannot afford at the moment. In the mean time...
*There's to be a new episode of Robin Hood tomorrow and I already know it is going to suuuuuuck. Also...
*Writing this opening chapter... ugh. Just... ugh.

So all in all...

KATELYN, NEW ROBIN HOOD:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCYVfLIV0VE

OMG bb Robin and Gizzy! :D

EDIT: I am so epically disappointed, it's not even funny. Where the fuck is bb!Much and bb!Marian? Much being his servant from childhood? Marian and Robin growing up together? So Season 1 and 2 canon is obsolete now, is it? Goddamn.


P.S. Katelyn, did you get an answer back from Skyler yet? Lemme know

That should give you a clue as to how well writing's been going.


Why am I awake?

(From Gael's new movie... in which he plays a soccer star who wants to be a singer...but is rubbish at singing)


LOL IS THIS REAL LIFE? 0________O

btw, this is how I feel after watching the MTV Movie Awards:

Seriously.

To make myself feel better, I reread Growing Up Cullen. It is the only thing that makes this festering excuse of a series bearable.

GUC is a series of AIM chats that chronical the life of the Cullen family, based on the (canon) theory that Edward is a prudish emo virgin who spends all his time cultivating hobbies while the rest of his family are off having crazy sex. I'm reccing all the parts of it since Katelyn and Sean both need to read it, ASAP.

Part I: NO ONE UNDERSTANDS MEEE HE WOULD SEETHE AS HE PRESSED HIS WILDFLOWERS

Part II: HARRY POTTER IS A GENTLEMAN, EMMETT

Part III: YES OF COURSE I IRON MY UNDERWEAR. I AM NOT A HEATHEN, EMMETT. oh emmett, you will never go back once you have your undergarments ironed. trust me, it is refreshing. SOMETIMES I EVEN ADD A BIT OF SPRAY STARCH, IF I AM FEELING PARTICULARLY DARING.

Part IV: IT IS VERY INCONSIDERATE TO MOAN SO LOUDLY WHEN SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO RECORD ORIGINAL PIANO CONCERTOS

Part V : oxymoronassoc: lol remember edward and his fake myspaces?
saint_renegade: emmett spends hours setting them up and he friends people from the forks and shit as edward
oxymoronassoc: HAI BELLA U R REEL HAWT. WNT 2 B FRNDZ? PS I WTCH U SLEP
saint_renegade: (WANNA CYBER?
oxymoronassoc: under hobbies it is all STALKING BITCHES,CUTTING BRAKE LINES, SMELLING YOUR DELICIOUS BACONY SCENT, WRITING EMO BULLSHIT POETRY, SINGING SONGS THAT MAKE SAM BEAM WANT TO KILL HIMSELF, vulvas (as a misspelling of volvos), moose hunting in the artic, killing babies, third party baby daddies, strong arming a ho, being celibate, not getting with the times, alphabetizing cd collections
saint_renegade: READING N SHIT, crying like a bitch, motherfucking gangsta rap, jesus n shit, phil Collins, that one bitch running for president of alaska or whatever.


lol, so good.

saint_renegade: he's totally a social republican
oxymoronassoc: I DO NOT VOTE JUST BECAUSE KANYE WEST TOLD ME TO
saint_renegade: THIS NATION IS GOING TO HELL
oxymoronassoc: THE MORALS OF THIS COUNTRY ARE IN THE TOILET
oxymoronassoc: IT IS PEOPLE LIKE YOU EMMETT
saint_renegade: WHAT'S NEXT, ARE PEOPLE GOING TO WANT TO MARRY THEIR PETS?
oxymoronassoc: WITH YOUR LOOSE VALUES
oxymoronassoc: DUDE YOUR KID IS MARRYING THE DOG

Awwww

I find my happiness in small doses. :3

Chapter 1 will actually probably be up next week (early as possible). I fucking hate opening chapters. You aren't allowed too much exposition, nor too little; too much description, nor too little; too little action, nor too much. Not to mention that I have eight characters who need to be present for the opening scenes, thus need to be introduced in one way or another, which is the publishing equivalent of putting a big red stamp at the top that says "Reject me, please."

"Crumbs and carrots," cried Jackie, "This book is doomed!"

Oh gtfo, Hollywood

A Buffy movie without Joss Whedon?



Seriously, in what world is this a good idea?


I think...think... chapter 1 of Swacit will be done and up sometime this week holy balls, writing in chronological order? No wai!. No promises, since I keep reformatting it, but today I did the little flaily thing where I pace and go "Oh, shit, I think I actually know what I'm doing!"

Edit: lol, Rufus' first mention?
It’s population was no more dense than it had been in 1955, still just barely capping 350 people, who, besides sinkholes and Edward Fairchild’s small son bedecking his jeans with rhinestones, found very little about the village to talk about.

gurrrrrrrl

lol, I need to not doodle when I ramble with Sean on DA.

Me: You know Lena and Ben will be running around all like "THIS IS THE GREATEST BABY THAT EVER LIVED!"

Sean: Haha, New!Daddy!Ben would scare me.

Me: New!Daddy!Ben is hilarious. "SHE WILL BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CHILD EVER! SHE IS GOING TO RULE THE FUCKING WORLD! YOU ALL WISH YOU HAD A BABY THIS NICE!" And he'd bring her home new presents every day and just, like, stare at her all the time all impressed. "SHE BLEW A BUBBLE WITH HER SPIT! HOLY SHIT, LET'S JUST SEND IN HER APPLICATION FOR CAMBRIDGE TODAY!" And when she's a toddler, she'll just be babbling about ponies and doggies and he'll be totally enraptured, having tea parties with her bears and shit. "PONIES! YES! BRILLIANT!"

It's really sort of sweet in a pathetic sort of way.

( You know it's totally true )

Stickers, indeed.

Also, a realization that made me giggle:

( Hee. Seriously. )