We got back from vacation last night, and all day today, as I tried to play catchup, people asked me if I was bushed/whooped/exhausted. I kept saying no, but now I am.
Of course, it's nearly midnight. That might have something to do with it. :)
We had a great vacation. I have plenty to blog about, but I will break it down over the next few days, so as not to overwhelm with one big Mega-Post. Tonight I shall simply mention a few random things.
I saw Stardust with my 12-year-old on vacation. It was a wonderful movie, and made me think maybe I should be reading Neil Gaiman. It had some very male influences (all the murder at the end, and the "prologue" at the beginning where a guy crosses into a new world but all he does is get laid and run away home), but those are balanced by the heart--and, of course, the romance. :) The acting was superb. I wasn't very enamored of the hero in the beginning, but fell completely in love by the end. Robert de Niro was a delight, as was Michelle Pfeiffer, one of my favorite all-time actresses (ever since Grease II). This is one I could see buying and shelving next to The Princess Bride.
I got the final proofing of The Color of Courage done and submitted to my agent, so now I should be getting back to Hummingbird. Smack me if the progress bar doesn't move. I haven't looked to see how many pages a day I need between now and next Saturday (9/1) to meet my goal of completing the draft. Too many, I'm afraid. But I'm determined.
The problem is, this week is preparation for the kids going back to school. So we have school shopping to do, and soccer practice, and three dentist visits (each kid and me), and next weekend is a soccer tournament (six games, all played an hour away over two days, which means we won't be home much at all). Plus, we have to visit each of the schools, get the middle schooler's schedule, meet the third-grader's teacher and see where all the classrooms are, etc.
Next week, of course, should be better, as they'll be in school and I shall have tons of time to write. Except for taking the car in for repair (assuming they can figure out what's wrong). And more soccer practices every evening. And lunch with my old coworkers, because I've been putting them off all summer, though I can keep that short and I always combine it with a necessary trip to the post office, which is a block away.
Overall, I'm very excited about school being back in. :)
The other thing I'm excited about is my new nephew. Miller Logan Jacobus is a looong baby (21.75 inches!) and a normal weight (which I can't remember right now) and he looks like he's a very relaxed, contemplative kid. Since he's my brother's son, I'm sure that won't last. :) I can't wait to see him.
So, tomorrow I'll talk about the beach portion of my vacation, and how it's so funny that deeply ingrained rules from childhood can dictate your actions in adulthood. And what happened to me for the first time ever at the beach. Stay tuned!
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Monday, August 20, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Hooked Ya
I've been remiss with this blogging thing for several reasons. I was deep in revisions of The Color of Courage, for which my agent is waiting. I've also been highly focused on my 8-year-old's new mouth of metal and her inability to eat anything without swallowing it whole. And preparing for vacation. We leave on Sunday for Myrtle Beach. Today it was 97 degrees there but felt like 115. Yay. So anyway, don't get your hopes up, you robbers who troll blogs to find out when people go on vacation. Our house will not be empty, and there's nothing here worth stealing, anyway.
So. MaryF was talking about chapter hooks today. That is, I say with a touch of modesty, one of my strengths. So I thought I'd share a few:
From The Color of Courage:
When my positive emotions touched Gino's seething, negative ones, he seemed to explode in the conflict. He wrenched his arm away from me, grabbed a fistful of my jacket at the shoulder, and jumped.
From Brianna's Navy SEAL:
Pulling Brianna hard against his chest, Cable had one thing to say before his mouth found hers again.
“Hoo-yah.”
From Rebuilding Forever:
Seconds later Seth felt cold and empty, aching with missing Cassie.
But at least he wasn’t fantasizing about ****ing Julian anymore.
From Unbreakable:
She wondered why she hadn’t allowed herself this before. Why she had let the bad guys steal a large part of her life, just by keeping her afraid for so long. Wondered what it would be like to really let go. What it would hurt.
A short time later, she knew.
And from my newest work in progress, Hummingbird:
Jason leapt up the two steps between him and Matt, shoving him back against the wall. Something hot slammed into his shoulder. He jerked. Tripped over the legs of the attacker at his feet, and lost his balance.
He had only a moment to register the shock and horror on Matt’s face before tipping backward over the railing.
In searching for some good examples, it occurred to me that the impact of hooks is difficult to convey with just a line or two. We tend to think of them in terms of the last line, the shocking or intriguing or scary or tender thing that makes us want to see what comes next. But that last line by itself is really nothing. It's the payoff for a buildup that has been going on for paragraphs, pages, or chapters. So you may be looking at my chapter hooks and thinking, "well, geez, she's unjustifiably arrogant." :) And you might be right. But hopefully, when you read those books, and you get to those chapter hooks, you'll keep right on reading.
Even if it's 2:00 a.m. :)
So. MaryF was talking about chapter hooks today. That is, I say with a touch of modesty, one of my strengths. So I thought I'd share a few:
From The Color of Courage:
When my positive emotions touched Gino's seething, negative ones, he seemed to explode in the conflict. He wrenched his arm away from me, grabbed a fistful of my jacket at the shoulder, and jumped.
From Brianna's Navy SEAL:
Pulling Brianna hard against his chest, Cable had one thing to say before his mouth found hers again.
“Hoo-yah.”
From Rebuilding Forever:
Seconds later Seth felt cold and empty, aching with missing Cassie.
But at least he wasn’t fantasizing about ****ing Julian anymore.
From Unbreakable:
She wondered why she hadn’t allowed herself this before. Why she had let the bad guys steal a large part of her life, just by keeping her afraid for so long. Wondered what it would be like to really let go. What it would hurt.
A short time later, she knew.
And from my newest work in progress, Hummingbird:
Jason leapt up the two steps between him and Matt, shoving him back against the wall. Something hot slammed into his shoulder. He jerked. Tripped over the legs of the attacker at his feet, and lost his balance.
He had only a moment to register the shock and horror on Matt’s face before tipping backward over the railing.
In searching for some good examples, it occurred to me that the impact of hooks is difficult to convey with just a line or two. We tend to think of them in terms of the last line, the shocking or intriguing or scary or tender thing that makes us want to see what comes next. But that last line by itself is really nothing. It's the payoff for a buildup that has been going on for paragraphs, pages, or chapters. So you may be looking at my chapter hooks and thinking, "well, geez, she's unjustifiably arrogant." :) And you might be right. But hopefully, when you read those books, and you get to those chapter hooks, you'll keep right on reading.
Even if it's 2:00 a.m. :)
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Music Tag
Mary tagged me with a Pop Culture meme! SO not the right meme for me. I sang songs, sure. But damned if I usually had any clue who was singing what, and when I hear some of my "favorites" now, I realize how few lyrics I actually ever knew. *sigh* Okay, here goes.
Here are the rules:
1. Go to this link at Pop Culture Madness (scroll down - see the list of years on the left?)
2. Pick the year you turned 18
3. Pick five songs from that year
4. Wax nostalgic about each song and why it’s special
5. Pass it on to 5 more friends
I turned 18 in December 1988
1. The Flame, Cheap Trick
Huh. This was a hit in 1988? I would swear I remember roller skating to this song during doubles with a guy I dated in junior high. It was a sweet moment, ruined when he let go of my hand because he immediately commented on how sweaty we were from holding hands. Hmmm. Maybe that was that Kenny Loggins song from that movie, instead. Or was that Kris Kristofferson?
2. Kokomo, The Beach Boys
I always liked the Beach Boys, but this song drove me INSANE my senior year of high school. It was the epitome of far too much air play. To this day, I can't listen to it.
Already, I'm having a hard time choosing a song that meant anything special to me, except one, and that one has to be last.
3. Look Away, Chicago
Chosen only because it was the #1 hit the week that ended on my birthday.
4. Every Rose Has Its Thorn, Poison
I suppose Poison was a "rock" band, but none of the "rock" songs on the list really seem to. This song, and Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N Roses, and the previously mentioned Cheap Trick are easily identifiable as 80s rock because the lead singers all wore really, really supertight pants--they had to, to get their voices that high. Most of the other music was bouncy and soft and lyrical. Now that I think about it, that's kind of how I felt that year. So I suppose it's fitting.
5. Wild, Wild West, Escape Club
After The Flame, this is my favorite of the weekly hits. I betcha you won't guess why. It's because it's so DIFFERENT from all the rest! Yes, when you listen, you can guess--even if you're a music dunce like me--what era it hails from. But the lyrics and the images and the instruments are all unique, and it endures even to today because of that.
Oh, wait. No, that's not completely right. It is my second favorite, and it is different, but I keep mixing it up with One Night in Bangkok. That's the one with the instruments and the images. And the one where you stand in the place where you live, now, face west--that one keeps playing in my head. But this one has the gunshot, so I still mean it.
See what I mean? Totally worthless.
Okay, let me tag some people who are completely the opposite and will have interesting and pithy things to say, and were born in different years so have different music from which to choose. Megan, Smith, Misty, Bicky, and Jody, have at it!
Here are the rules:
1. Go to this link at Pop Culture Madness (scroll down - see the list of years on the left?)
2. Pick the year you turned 18
3. Pick five songs from that year
4. Wax nostalgic about each song and why it’s special
5. Pass it on to 5 more friends
I turned 18 in December 1988
1. The Flame, Cheap Trick
Huh. This was a hit in 1988? I would swear I remember roller skating to this song during doubles with a guy I dated in junior high. It was a sweet moment, ruined when he let go of my hand because he immediately commented on how sweaty we were from holding hands. Hmmm. Maybe that was that Kenny Loggins song from that movie, instead. Or was that Kris Kristofferson?
2. Kokomo, The Beach Boys
I always liked the Beach Boys, but this song drove me INSANE my senior year of high school. It was the epitome of far too much air play. To this day, I can't listen to it.
Already, I'm having a hard time choosing a song that meant anything special to me, except one, and that one has to be last.
3. Look Away, Chicago
Chosen only because it was the #1 hit the week that ended on my birthday.
4. Every Rose Has Its Thorn, Poison
I suppose Poison was a "rock" band, but none of the "rock" songs on the list really seem to. This song, and Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N Roses, and the previously mentioned Cheap Trick are easily identifiable as 80s rock because the lead singers all wore really, really supertight pants--they had to, to get their voices that high. Most of the other music was bouncy and soft and lyrical. Now that I think about it, that's kind of how I felt that year. So I suppose it's fitting.
5. Wild, Wild West, Escape Club
After The Flame, this is my favorite of the weekly hits. I betcha you won't guess why. It's because it's so DIFFERENT from all the rest! Yes, when you listen, you can guess--even if you're a music dunce like me--what era it hails from. But the lyrics and the images and the instruments are all unique, and it endures even to today because of that.
Oh, wait. No, that's not completely right. It is my second favorite, and it is different, but I keep mixing it up with One Night in Bangkok. That's the one with the instruments and the images. And the one where you stand in the place where you live, now, face west--that one keeps playing in my head. But this one has the gunshot, so I still mean it.
See what I mean? Totally worthless.
Okay, let me tag some people who are completely the opposite and will have interesting and pithy things to say, and were born in different years so have different music from which to choose. Megan, Smith, Misty, Bicky, and Jody, have at it!
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Goals Progress, July
Whew, was July a hectic month. Probably a little too much going on, too many big events. Still, my goals didn't fare too badly:
Weight
I said I wasn't going to talk about this anymore, but I'm down 11 pounds. Not too bad for someone not trying nearly hard enough.
Exercise
Probably the most successful goal so far, and the most surprisingly so. My goal is 300 days of exercise. I'm at 187 and skipped 29. That means I have 113 to go and can skip 36 more, which is 7 a month maximum. I don't think I'll have any trouble meeting this goal.
Books
I read 12 books in July, in addition to 7 magazines and 3 critiques of varying lengths. And guess what? For the first time all year, I'm at my goal! I actually have a possibility of reading 115 books in a year. I have to keep up the pace, though. No slacking off, or I'll lose it again.
Writing
*sigh* I thought this was going to be the easiest one. But revisions are killing me. I have had a huge aversion to them, which translates to taking wayyyy too long to get them done, which has meant less writing all year than I planned. Plus, the current work in progress is not coming very fast or smoothly. So even with my copywriting work added in, I only had 24,362 words for July. I'm at 147,914 for the year, but I have 202,086 to go, which means almost 41,000 words a month from here on out. I'm not sure that's going to be possible, especially if I get the revisions of The Color of Courage done and it gets sold and needs more revisions.
But I'm not giving up!
Things I'm looking forward to in August:
The Bourne Supremacy (date night tonight!)
Vacation (Myrtle Beach)
Football preseason! (makes the very late start to the fall TV season less painful)
School starting (and me being alone to work)
Visiting my new nephew (and his parents) (only listed last because it's at the very end of the month)
So how are you doing, IF you set goals for the year?
Weight
I said I wasn't going to talk about this anymore, but I'm down 11 pounds. Not too bad for someone not trying nearly hard enough.
Exercise
Probably the most successful goal so far, and the most surprisingly so. My goal is 300 days of exercise. I'm at 187 and skipped 29. That means I have 113 to go and can skip 36 more, which is 7 a month maximum. I don't think I'll have any trouble meeting this goal.
Books
I read 12 books in July, in addition to 7 magazines and 3 critiques of varying lengths. And guess what? For the first time all year, I'm at my goal! I actually have a possibility of reading 115 books in a year. I have to keep up the pace, though. No slacking off, or I'll lose it again.
Writing
*sigh* I thought this was going to be the easiest one. But revisions are killing me. I have had a huge aversion to them, which translates to taking wayyyy too long to get them done, which has meant less writing all year than I planned. Plus, the current work in progress is not coming very fast or smoothly. So even with my copywriting work added in, I only had 24,362 words for July. I'm at 147,914 for the year, but I have 202,086 to go, which means almost 41,000 words a month from here on out. I'm not sure that's going to be possible, especially if I get the revisions of The Color of Courage done and it gets sold and needs more revisions.
But I'm not giving up!
Things I'm looking forward to in August:
The Bourne Supremacy (date night tonight!)
Vacation (Myrtle Beach)
Football preseason! (makes the very late start to the fall TV season less painful)
School starting (and me being alone to work)
Visiting my new nephew (and his parents) (only listed last because it's at the very end of the month)
So how are you doing, IF you set goals for the year?
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #17

1. I didn't wanna
No offense, it's not you, it's me. Seriously. Not enough sleep, a very busy schedule, and consequent fatigue made me not care about low-priority stuff. That mostly meant housework and this blog.
2. Appointments
Orthodontist (x2)
New tires on car
Service for car
Eye doctor (x2)
Plus travel time for each. Really cut into my days.
3. Errands
Grocery store (like, every freakin' day)
Pick up Triptik from AAA
Post office
Picking up files for transcription
Shopping for pets and kids
And so on
4. Workload
I'm trying to do revisions on The Color of Courage so my agent can start submitting it. They are daunting, and I feel I need silence and hours of time to tackle them--which, of course, is virtually impossible during the summer. I've been working on it in pieces, but allowing fear to hold me back, something I very rarely do. In addition I've had medical transcription and proofreading work, and critiquing for friends (which shouldn't take priority but this time did because last time I didn't).
5. Family Time
With the kids home in the summer, there's a lot more demand on me in this area. Soccer camp and practice, cup stacking camp, the aforementioned appointments and errands, playing games, making meals, driving to friends houses or taking them to the pool or park. It's neverending.
6. The Damned Ants
We have had those little tiny grease ants (or whatever--I assume they are grease ants because you throw a butter or peanut butter knife in the sink and they are all over it in our kitchen for weeks now. We had traps out at first, though I said they are not colonizing ants, but nomadic ants (according to some "expert" in my childhood). I may not be right about that, but the eight traps around the sink were not helping. We never can see where exactly they are coming in, but we figured it was the windowsill. We tried white caulk. Plumber's goop. And finally fingertip rope caulk, which stuck the best and was easy to use. I have spent hours over the last week sealing every crack and hole I can find around the window. No luck. So yesterday I bought Borax. It's boric acid, isn't it? The stuff the Naturzone people use. So I laid a very Supernatural-like trail along the windowsill and around the sink. For 12 hours, not a single ant. This morning? They were swarming the sink and crawling ACROSS the Borax.
Damned ants.
7. Potter Issues
I'd said I was going to post on Monday about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I started at least three posts, writing two of them almost to completion. But after an abruptly ended discussion with a friend (my fault) and participation in/witness to discussions elsewhere, I decided I'm not going to post about the book here. Why? Because I love it. I love the entire series. I do not find it flawless, but the flaws are meaningless. And in every conversation I see, the list of things people love is glossed over, and then nitpick after nitpick is made. I end up going into defensive mode--not necessarily defending Rowling, who needs no defense as she wrote the books she wanted to write and doesn't care if they are universally loved or loathed--but defensive of my own appreciation. As if people calling the epilogue "nasty" or "cheesy" are calling me such things because I love it. I don't like myself when I get that way, and I don't like anyone who puts me there, so it's best to just avoid the topic.
8. Fatigue
Kind of connected to #1, except #1 is about not caring, #7 is about not having the mental energy to come up with something to say. Last night is a good example of this category. I have avoided blogging in the morning because of all the other stuff filling my regular day (see numbers 2, 3, 4, 5, 6). But by the time night rolls around, I'm way too tired to think. Then I have issues about going to bed. Whether it's because my biorhythms trend later, or because I don't want to give up the peace and solitude of the late evening/middle of the night, or because I have a computer/book/food addiction issue, I've been going to bed very late every night. Last night I finished transcription at 10. Finished critiquing near 2. Skimmed a few blogs, was about to head upstairs, but saw about the bridge in Minnesota, and had to read the timeline of events/notices about that. It was 3:00 a.m. by the time I fell asleep, and I got up at 9:00. I won't go to bed before midnight tonight, at least, which means just as little sleep for tomorrow. Which makes me tired. I know, I know, go to bed earlier, idiot! Maybe someday.
9. Summer Overload
July was a very, very busy month. Family in town for a week. Nickelback. Harry Potter movie (midnight showing!). Harry Potter book (midnight release!). Number One's 12th birthday and subsequent slumber party. It's been one big event after another, leading to fabulous highs and one big crash at the end.
Also, there's the desperate need for the middle of my day to be mine again. I always reach a point where I loathe the routine that becomes a rut during the school year, and I'm not ready for summer to be truly over. It's been a nice one weather-wise, with all the extra light. I love not having to get up at 6:30 every day (unless I flake out when scheduling auto service). I like the lack of structure, the unlack of flexibility (I LOVE flexibility!). But I really, really long to be alone for six hours.
10. Gilmore Girls
I've been watching it on DVD from Netflix, and enjoying it a lot. Also Dark Angel, as you know. But Jim and I watch DA together, which means pretty much just Friday, and I can watch two GG in a week. I have a problem watching less than a full disk once I start, though, and have not wanted to sacrifice GG time for blogging time.
Here's the funny thing--on several levels, actually. Jim has gotten hooked on the show. So much so that the other night he turned off City of Heroes to come watch on the couch with me. He says he likes the banter and the dialogue, but what he comments on most are the relationships. It's delightful and amusing and I love him. But he wouldn't let me watch last night because he has a standing team on Wednesday nights and they are very experienced and move very fast and he can't split his attention. So that kinda sucks. But I'm not complaining that we have another shared interest, especially when we've had so few over the last few years.
11. Nothing good to say
Usually, in the shower I'll think of something I want to post about. It comes out well-written (hopefully) and makes me want to post it right away. I've had nothing like that for more than a week. I'm not sure when, or if, the drought will lift. Hey, if you think of things you'd like to hear me talk about, post them in the comments!
12. Instant Messaging
On the rare times I haven't been away from my desk or working on the workload, I've had some really interesting and valuable conversations with friends. It's the only way I do it, usually, because I hate the phone. HATE it. Hatehatehatehate. I can do IMs for hours, and not resent the lost time because I can do other things at the same time. In theory.
13. Thursday Thirteen
Items 1 through 12 applied intermittently over the last couple of days. But then I thought this would be a kinda good TT topic. Which meant I shouldn't post until today. Yes, I am a cheater. But you love me anyway. :)
Stay tuned tomorrow for my July Goals Progress and hopefully the End to Ennui!
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Friday, July 27, 2007
Random Friday
My brother-in-law complained that I didn't blog about his visit last week. He figured he didn't annoy me enough. Plz. He's never annoying. He's quiet and sweet and occasionally a smartass, but I like that.
If he wants me to blog about him, he has to be careful. I know the airplane story. And the minivan story. Of course, the haircut story trumps all, and does not show me in a favorable light, so maybe I should stop here.
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I got my iPod back! I *heart* Apple. They got my iPod on Tuesday, and on Thursday there was a bright, shiny, not-scratched refurbished replacement on my doorstep. *hugs Rumsfeld* That's what I named it. Rumsfeld. Supernatural fans should get the reference. :)
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Once in a while I'll listen to music on my iPod in shuffle mode. This is good because I then end up listening to songs I neglect, or didn't realize I had. But it can also get embarrassing, if I get caught singing "What I've Been Looking For" from the High School Musical soundtrack.
I bought the album for Number Two, honest. It's just...they watched that movie right outside my office. Over and over. And then Number Two played the CD in her room. Over and over. So yeah, I know the words. And no, I didn't skip the song.
See? Embarrassing. Best to stick to Jason Manns and Daughtry and keep my rep intact. Or, you know, not post to the world about my goofiness.
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IMdB is mean.
Yesterday I was looking to see when "Tall Tales" originally aired because I'm watching the whole season again in order and I accidentally messed up the recording the first time it aired. It recorded on rerun last night. So then I clicked over to the Season 3 lineup to see if they had names for more episodes. They had the premiere air date as 4 September 2007.
I KNEW that wasn't right. But I got excited for a moment until I double-checked at The CW. Yeah, it's 4 October 2007. *sob* That's a looooong way away!
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The CW is great. They have the fall schedule on their web site with an easy-access list of premiere dates for all the shows. ABC, not so much. They have the weekly schedule available, but I couldn't find premiere dates. It was 1:30 a.m. so I didn't check the other sites. I'm updating my spreadsheet so I know when all my favorite shows start.
Yes, I have a Fall TV spreadsheet. Yes, I am a total geek.
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Number One talked me into taking them to a movie on Wednesday. Number Two was reluctant, so we saw Hairspray, which she was more okay about seeing (again) than Evan Almighty, Number One's choice.
I really liked Hairspray! I never saw the original or the play, so I came to it with no preconceived notions. I gave it a 9 instead of a 10 only because it has a really facile take on the issues it addressed. But the acting was great all around. Zac Efron was especially good (and wow, he's either the new Paul Newman, or he had blue contacts in). We--or at least, I--tend to have low expectations of Disney Channel and Nickelodeon vets. But he was excellent. It was probably the wardrobe.
Anyway...great acting, good music, highly recommended.
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I should be writing right now. Add "coming up with random thoughts to post on my blog" to yesterday's list.
Somebody kick me.
If he wants me to blog about him, he has to be careful. I know the airplane story. And the minivan story. Of course, the haircut story trumps all, and does not show me in a favorable light, so maybe I should stop here.
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I got my iPod back! I *heart* Apple. They got my iPod on Tuesday, and on Thursday there was a bright, shiny, not-scratched refurbished replacement on my doorstep. *hugs Rumsfeld* That's what I named it. Rumsfeld. Supernatural fans should get the reference. :)
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Once in a while I'll listen to music on my iPod in shuffle mode. This is good because I then end up listening to songs I neglect, or didn't realize I had. But it can also get embarrassing, if I get caught singing "What I've Been Looking For" from the High School Musical soundtrack.
I bought the album for Number Two, honest. It's just...they watched that movie right outside my office. Over and over. And then Number Two played the CD in her room. Over and over. So yeah, I know the words. And no, I didn't skip the song.
See? Embarrassing. Best to stick to Jason Manns and Daughtry and keep my rep intact. Or, you know, not post to the world about my goofiness.
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IMdB is mean.
Yesterday I was looking to see when "Tall Tales" originally aired because I'm watching the whole season again in order and I accidentally messed up the recording the first time it aired. It recorded on rerun last night. So then I clicked over to the Season 3 lineup to see if they had names for more episodes. They had the premiere air date as 4 September 2007.
I KNEW that wasn't right. But I got excited for a moment until I double-checked at The CW. Yeah, it's 4 October 2007. *sob* That's a looooong way away!
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The CW is great. They have the fall schedule on their web site with an easy-access list of premiere dates for all the shows. ABC, not so much. They have the weekly schedule available, but I couldn't find premiere dates. It was 1:30 a.m. so I didn't check the other sites. I'm updating my spreadsheet so I know when all my favorite shows start.
Yes, I have a Fall TV spreadsheet. Yes, I am a total geek.
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Number One talked me into taking them to a movie on Wednesday. Number Two was reluctant, so we saw Hairspray, which she was more okay about seeing (again) than Evan Almighty, Number One's choice.
I really liked Hairspray! I never saw the original or the play, so I came to it with no preconceived notions. I gave it a 9 instead of a 10 only because it has a really facile take on the issues it addressed. But the acting was great all around. Zac Efron was especially good (and wow, he's either the new Paul Newman, or he had blue contacts in). We--or at least, I--tend to have low expectations of Disney Channel and Nickelodeon vets. But he was excellent. It was probably the wardrobe.
Anyway...great acting, good music, highly recommended.
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I should be writing right now. Add "coming up with random thoughts to post on my blog" to yesterday's list.
Somebody kick me.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #16

1. Watch YouTube videos of Jared Padalecki bringing sexy back.
2. Add up the bills I don't have to pay for a week to see how much "discretionary" money we'll have and consider what we can buy with it.
3. Read blogs, which includes checking my LJ friends list even though I just checked it ten minutes ago.
4. Wait for my computer to stop taking a break (yes, my brand new computer that I bought because the old one took so many breaks).
5. Pet the cat who just knocked my mouse to the floor so she could lie on the pretty carpet-style mouse pad.
6. Lift weights--can't stay flabby, it's not good for my health!
7. Install software updates that inevitably come to my attention just as I am opening my manuscript.
8. Engage in intelligent, passionate debates via instant message about developments in the field of romance writing and its adjunct affiliations.
9. Play with spreadsheets, especially the one with my new book ideas on it.
10. Read "Style Watch" in the People magazine on my desk, even though it's the most boring section in the whole publication.
11. Check my Netflix queue in case it suddenly decided to reorder itself.
12. Do laundry. That one's not a procrastination technique, it's a necessity, and an annoyance. It interrupts the flow, on the rare times I get the flow flowing.
13. Write Thursday Thirteen blog posts about what I do when I'm supposed to be writing.
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Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I Know, I Know
This is SO not my kind of show, real or fake. But I'm considering recording it and fast-forwarding through the meat bulk of it just to watch that TOTALLY HOT OMG HOW CAN HE BE EVEN HOTTER THAN LAST SEASON I CAN'T STAND IT *THUD* Jared Padalecki.
Yes, thank you, I am quite pathetic.
Yes, thank you, I am quite pathetic.
Monday, July 23, 2007
See? Just Relax.
Last month, it was announced that Supernatural was introducing two new characters.
Some people were upset.
One of my online friends was one of those, and her post is a good example of the reasons for the upset.
I thought they were valid concerns in a void of information, but I also thought it was foolish to get ourselves worked up until we knew how things were going to go. I trust Kripke and his team. They are no more perfect than any other show people, but they never ever fail to give me what I want from the show, and to improve it season to season (okay, so far, since there've only been two seasons).
Now that approach has been validated by the man himself:
Interview with Kripke
On the other hand, this has made me even more eager for season 3, and we still have two months to go. *sigh*
Some people were upset.
One of my online friends was one of those, and her post is a good example of the reasons for the upset.
I thought they were valid concerns in a void of information, but I also thought it was foolish to get ourselves worked up until we knew how things were going to go. I trust Kripke and his team. They are no more perfect than any other show people, but they never ever fail to give me what I want from the show, and to improve it season to season (okay, so far, since there've only been two seasons).
Now that approach has been validated by the man himself:
Interview with Kripke
On the other hand, this has made me even more eager for season 3, and we still have two months to go. *sigh*
Aftermath
My ears hurt.
21 hours of recordings. Completed in 50 hours.
What? I had a FEW other obligations.
It's really, really hard not to say anything about it, but I really, really don't want to spoil it for anyone in even the most minor way.
I'll give you a week. :)
21 hours of recordings. Completed in 50 hours.
What? I had a FEW other obligations.
It's really, really hard not to say anything about it, but I really, really don't want to spoil it for anyone in even the most minor way.
I'll give you a week. :)
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Potterific
I have never attended a bookstore Potter release party before. I'm not very tolerant of crowds or long waits. But because my daughter is nearly as much into Harry Potter as I am, we went to Barnes and Noble last night for the final chance to participate in a release party. I'm glad we did. I'm already on chapter 6 and if I'd waited for this morning, soccer practice and other stuff would have meant I'd just be starting. :)
FYI, I'm on Internet blackout until I'm done. Since I do the audiobook and that's 27 hours, it will be a few days before I read blogs or news or possibly a number of e-mails. I'm terrified of someone saying, "Did you get to the part where..." and spoiling something.
Thank goodness for my friend Lainey. She called me at 4:07 yesterday to share her ridiculousness. She'd been shopping at B&N and saw that they were going to start handing out wristbands at 5:00 (which I knew but foolishly was going to go over at 4:45) so she got in line, even though she hadn't preordered. She said the line was already to the edge of the building. So I sped up there and joined her. Stood in line for an hour and a half. They gave out glow-in-the-dark Harry glasses, tattoos shaped like lightning-bolt 7s, and tassel charms in the Gryffindor colors.
Then Number One and went over at 7:30. We entered the trivia game, checked out the potion tasting (Maria Snyder was there, the author of Poison Study), and wandered around looking at the excellent costumes (Moody, Tonks, the portrait of the fat lady, and Moaning Myrtle were the best ones). Then we sat on the floor with numb butts for three hours. :)
B&N did a great job. We were in letter groups, and I had C. They lined everyone up half an hour early, did a big countdown, had everyone cheering and happy. When they started doing the sales they threw the empty boxes out into the crowd, which made people even MORE happy. We were outside by 12:11.
I listened to chapter one last night and am up to chapter 6 or 7 now. And I'm ridiculously happy that my downstairs bathroom needs cleaning so I can keep listening. I'm not very good at "doing nothing" and listening to audiobooks must be accompanied by productive activity. My house will likely be spotless by the end of the week.
It's all I can do not to comment, even generally, on the book so far, so I shall stop here. Please PLEASE, if you comment to this post, don't say anything spoilery! Even a tiny thing you think I probably already know! I don't want to spoil anyone else who might be busy or slow readers.
Everyone who's as passionate about this as I am--have fun!
FYI, I'm on Internet blackout until I'm done. Since I do the audiobook and that's 27 hours, it will be a few days before I read blogs or news or possibly a number of e-mails. I'm terrified of someone saying, "Did you get to the part where..." and spoiling something.
Thank goodness for my friend Lainey. She called me at 4:07 yesterday to share her ridiculousness. She'd been shopping at B&N and saw that they were going to start handing out wristbands at 5:00 (which I knew but foolishly was going to go over at 4:45) so she got in line, even though she hadn't preordered. She said the line was already to the edge of the building. So I sped up there and joined her. Stood in line for an hour and a half. They gave out glow-in-the-dark Harry glasses, tattoos shaped like lightning-bolt 7s, and tassel charms in the Gryffindor colors.
Then Number One and went over at 7:30. We entered the trivia game, checked out the potion tasting (Maria Snyder was there, the author of Poison Study), and wandered around looking at the excellent costumes (Moody, Tonks, the portrait of the fat lady, and Moaning Myrtle were the best ones). Then we sat on the floor with numb butts for three hours. :)
B&N did a great job. We were in letter groups, and I had C. They lined everyone up half an hour early, did a big countdown, had everyone cheering and happy. When they started doing the sales they threw the empty boxes out into the crowd, which made people even MORE happy. We were outside by 12:11.
I listened to chapter one last night and am up to chapter 6 or 7 now. And I'm ridiculously happy that my downstairs bathroom needs cleaning so I can keep listening. I'm not very good at "doing nothing" and listening to audiobooks must be accompanied by productive activity. My house will likely be spotless by the end of the week.
It's all I can do not to comment, even generally, on the book so far, so I shall stop here. Please PLEASE, if you comment to this post, don't say anything spoilery! Even a tiny thing you think I probably already know! I don't want to spoil anyone else who might be busy or slow readers.
Everyone who's as passionate about this as I am--have fun!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #15
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In no particular order (okay, honestly, it's the order in which I added them to my "blog" bookmarks, in reverse, but some are from my LJ friends list, which screws up that reverse-bookmarked thing). Bottom line--the order is meaningless. 1. Shannon Stacey I know Shannon from eHarlequin in ancient times. She's a New England Patriots fan, too. That was all I needed to know. 2. Amalah Jody turned me on to this one. The author is very funny, very different from me, and often extremely insightful. 3. The Knight Agency It's my agency now, so of course I read it, but I read it practically from the day they launched. The best part is when agents answer questions every week. 4. Ausiello Report Blog To feed my TV addiction. 5. DuckyXDale Because one blog about TV is not enough. 6. The CW Source Supernatural blog An "official" source (or at least officially sanctioned) for Supernatural news and discussion. 7. The TV Addict Okay, okay, my TV addiction may be out of hand. This one and the Ducky one I picked up when some TV bloggers got to go to the Supernatural set and did multiple-day reports on those visits. I bookmarked them for that and stayed for the occasional posts about other shows I watch. 8. Jason Manns My favorite musician sometimes posts about events he's done. Since he never does a show close enough for me to attend, I just read about them and sigh. 9. Marilyn Philbrick A good friend and great person. The daughter my mother should have had. :) 10. Betsy Morris Screenwriter extraordinaire. 11. Nathan Fillion Yes, the real Nathan Fillion. He rocks my socks. 12. Susan Grant I love her futuristic romances and this is how I keep up with her release dates. She's also a commercial airline pilot who does international routes, and her blogs on that are fascinating. She doesn't update often, so I actually subscribe to her MySpace blog, which links to this one. 13. Many LJ Friends I decided to just link to my Friends Page since I'm tired and there are so many. Some highlights: Megan Hart, author and my best friend Nephele Tempest, my agent Anteka, creator of Plastic!Winchester Theater Ignipes, who used to do these awesome Top Ten Things I Love lists for Supernatural episodes, that usually numbered between 30 and 50 CE Murphy, awesome author who lives in Ireland Links to other Thursday Thirteens! |
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Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Aaaand...It All Falls Apart
My Wednesday plan?
HA!
That's enough about that.
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For you to laugh like mad:
lolfirefly
For you to behave when Those People want to cancel your favorite show (or you're just afraid they might):
Emily Post's Guide to Save Our Show Campaigns
And for a fascinating and unique analysis of Those Who Read, check this out.
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This person thinks it's a good thing that some idiot broke the law and the spirit of the event and posted photocopies of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on the Internet.
She (he? I forgot to pay attention) makes a valid point that the people who got spoiled went looking for the copies. BUT.
The reason I hate so much that it's "out there" is because of the potential for inadvertent spoilage. When ...Order of the Phoenix came out, someone posted on a reader's e-mail loop I was on that Sirius died. (Oh, come on, the book came out YEARS ago--not to mention the movie's release last week--and if you're a real fan you already know that. It doesn't count as a spoiler NOW.) She read the book in, like, a day. She TRIED to hide that line. But she made the font white, it didn't translate because everything got turned to plain text anyway (and still does half the time) and it was one line that was impossible not to read before you had any idea what was about to happen. It didn't ruin the book for me, but it sure changed the experience, and not for the better.
I was all prepared to stay off the Internet for a couple of weeks while I listen to the book on tape (which is much slower yet more savory than reading it). But do I have to start already?
If anyone spoils me on this book, heads will ROLL, I swear.
HA!
That's enough about that.
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For you to laugh like mad:
lolfirefly
For you to behave when Those People want to cancel your favorite show (or you're just afraid they might):
Emily Post's Guide to Save Our Show Campaigns
And for a fascinating and unique analysis of Those Who Read, check this out.
~~~~~~~~~
This person thinks it's a good thing that some idiot broke the law and the spirit of the event and posted photocopies of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on the Internet.
She (he? I forgot to pay attention) makes a valid point that the people who got spoiled went looking for the copies. BUT.
The reason I hate so much that it's "out there" is because of the potential for inadvertent spoilage. When ...Order of the Phoenix came out, someone posted on a reader's e-mail loop I was on that Sirius died. (Oh, come on, the book came out YEARS ago--not to mention the movie's release last week--and if you're a real fan you already know that. It doesn't count as a spoiler NOW.) She read the book in, like, a day. She TRIED to hide that line. But she made the font white, it didn't translate because everything got turned to plain text anyway (and still does half the time) and it was one line that was impossible not to read before you had any idea what was about to happen. It didn't ruin the book for me, but it sure changed the experience, and not for the better.
I was all prepared to stay off the Internet for a couple of weeks while I listen to the book on tape (which is much slower yet more savory than reading it). But do I have to start already?
If anyone spoils me on this book, heads will ROLL, I swear.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Tuesday Goals Met
Tuesday Plan:
Amazing how productive I am when I think you're all out there judging me. Like any of you care if I do the dishes.
Which I didn't do, but only because there weren't any. Also amazing how that happens when there are no kids in the house.
I only got 13 pages written before I had to meet them all for dinner, but the ice cream cake was melting and the kids wanted to say at Nana and Papa's for another 40 minutes, so I brought the cake home and J stayed to indulge them. Which meant I had time to write two more pages.
My plans for tomorrow are all screwed up, because after the orthodontist and swimming lessons I have to meet the Nana and the cousins in Hershey for the afternoon. I am taking my Neo everywhere and will try to get my 10 pages done between...well, everything.
I'm determined now!
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Work out for half an hour (weights)40 minutes, go me! Write 15 pagesShip iPod (*sniff* she kicked it)Go to post officeClean living room and dining room/dishes/litterbox/put away laundryWrap D's presentsMeet family for dinner/dessert/presents
Amazing how productive I am when I think you're all out there judging me. Like any of you care if I do the dishes.
Which I didn't do, but only because there weren't any. Also amazing how that happens when there are no kids in the house.
I only got 13 pages written before I had to meet them all for dinner, but the ice cream cake was melting and the kids wanted to say at Nana and Papa's for another 40 minutes, so I brought the cake home and J stayed to indulge them. Which meant I had time to write two more pages.
My plans for tomorrow are all screwed up, because after the orthodontist and swimming lessons I have to meet the Nana and the cousins in Hershey for the afternoon. I am taking my Neo everywhere and will try to get my 10 pages done between...well, everything.
I'm determined now!
Raising Right
Today is Number One's birthday. She's 12. And as I've indicated here probably just often enough to be obnoxious, we have got one fabulous kid.
But no matter how smart, how well they do in school, how well-behaved, how great the friends they choose--no matter how good a job we do, parents will always wonder what they are doing wrong.
I passed a billboard today showing a very little girl at a lemonade stand, and it said "Raised $1M to fight cancer. Including hers." Which got me thinking about the horror of cancer treatment and how terrible it had to be, yet there she is with a huge smile, and how parents try desperately to shield our children from that kind of hardship and pain. Yet it's what we go through in childhood that makes us strong adults.
My oldest kid is 12. By the time I was 12, I had dealt with my parents' divorce and my father's apathy, moving from Massachusetts to California and back (plus three other moves/school changes), deaths of several grandparents (two great, one grandfather) and my grandmother's subsequent worsening alcoholism, and being bullied by kids at school. Not to mention the first D on my report card and being dumped by my first boyfriend.
D has had to deal with her grandmother's death, and it was harder than the ones I dealt with because they had a very close, very special relationship. But my mother lived a day's travel away, so her death, while difficult emotionally, didn't impact my kids' day-to-day lives. That's the only truly difficult thing she's faced.
Obviously I don't want bad things to happen, and it's not something I have control over, anyway. But will she be well-equipped when they do start happening, as they inevitably will? Maybe the support system she has around her will be all she needs. Maybe the less difficult or more positive things that she's dealt with--day care, broken bones, soccer and dance programs--are building an adaptability and strength that will serve no matter what happens to her.
I hope so. And I guess that's all we can do.
But no matter how smart, how well they do in school, how well-behaved, how great the friends they choose--no matter how good a job we do, parents will always wonder what they are doing wrong.
I passed a billboard today showing a very little girl at a lemonade stand, and it said "Raised $1M to fight cancer. Including hers." Which got me thinking about the horror of cancer treatment and how terrible it had to be, yet there she is with a huge smile, and how parents try desperately to shield our children from that kind of hardship and pain. Yet it's what we go through in childhood that makes us strong adults.
My oldest kid is 12. By the time I was 12, I had dealt with my parents' divorce and my father's apathy, moving from Massachusetts to California and back (plus three other moves/school changes), deaths of several grandparents (two great, one grandfather) and my grandmother's subsequent worsening alcoholism, and being bullied by kids at school. Not to mention the first D on my report card and being dumped by my first boyfriend.
D has had to deal with her grandmother's death, and it was harder than the ones I dealt with because they had a very close, very special relationship. But my mother lived a day's travel away, so her death, while difficult emotionally, didn't impact my kids' day-to-day lives. That's the only truly difficult thing she's faced.
Obviously I don't want bad things to happen, and it's not something I have control over, anyway. But will she be well-equipped when they do start happening, as they inevitably will? Maybe the support system she has around her will be all she needs. Maybe the less difficult or more positive things that she's dealt with--day care, broken bones, soccer and dance programs--are building an adaptability and strength that will serve no matter what happens to her.
I hope so. And I guess that's all we can do.
Best Laid Plans
This was going to be my post for today (it's still today, right? *checks clock* Yup) but I had that Nickelback thing already written, and you know it's kinda anti-climactic to post an event review more than two days after the event. So I'll post it now, which is still today, even though you won't read it today.
So my summer has not been going as planned. I seem to be doing more running around with no writing on the go. The fabulous Neo is filling with blog posts for Indulge Yourself and Gab Wagon, instead of action-filled, steamy, roller-coaster scenes from Hummingbird. My house is never as clean as I intend it to be, and my kids spend far more time than they're supposed to sitting on their butts.
This week, at least, all of that changes.
I wrote on the Neo at the pool yesterday. This afternoon I finally got past the end of the pages I'd already written, and after four hours and 13 pages it finally started to flow; I doubled the page count in less than two hours. My kids are with their cousins at my in-laws until tomorrow night, running around and swimming for hours on end. Activity, yay!
And I have a plan:
Monday:
Rest of the plan:
Tuesday:
I just finished watching Drive, the two episodes that were made but not aired because Fox execs are jerks. And I have changed my assessment. They are SUPERjerks.
Or maybe we are. Maybe there really are just too many stupid people in this country, and they'd rather watch shows about stupid fat men and their hot wives instead of smart, funny, intriguing, clever television. How else can we explain why all these great shows fail so freakin' fast?
So my summer has not been going as planned. I seem to be doing more running around with no writing on the go. The fabulous Neo is filling with blog posts for Indulge Yourself and Gab Wagon, instead of action-filled, steamy, roller-coaster scenes from Hummingbird. My house is never as clean as I intend it to be, and my kids spend far more time than they're supposed to sitting on their butts.
This week, at least, all of that changes.
I wrote on the Neo at the pool yesterday. This afternoon I finally got past the end of the pages I'd already written, and after four hours and 13 pages it finally started to flow; I doubled the page count in less than two hours. My kids are with their cousins at my in-laws until tomorrow night, running around and swimming for hours on end. Activity, yay!
And I have a plan:
Monday:
Work out for 45 minutesWrite 20 pages26! \o/Keep to my cleaning scheduleBedroomBathroomLitter boxDishesLaundryUpdate checkbooksOrder cake for SaturdaySchedule oil deliveryArrange for iPod repair (*sniff* she kicked it)
Rest of the plan:
Tuesday:
- Work out for half an hour (weights)
- Write 15 pages
- Ship iPod (*sniff* she kicked it)
- Go to post office
- Clean living room and dining room/dishes/litterbox/put away laundry
- Wrap D's presents
- Meet family for dinner/dessert/presents
- Write 10 pages
- Orthodontist (cough up lots and lots of cash)
- Swimming lessons
- Maybe library event with cousins
- Pay bills
- Clean office/litterbox/dishes
- Exercise somehow
- Hersheypark
- No writing *sob*
- Clean kitchen
- Count walking all over damned park as exercise for the day
- Write 15 pages
- Swimming lessons
- Clean downstairs bathroom/family room/dishes/litterbox
- Soccer camp
- Walk a mile
- Pick up wristbands for Harry Potter event at bookstore
- Spend entire day finding ways to justify listening to Harry Potter
I just finished watching Drive, the two episodes that were made but not aired because Fox execs are jerks. And I have changed my assessment. They are SUPERjerks.
Or maybe we are. Maybe there really are just too many stupid people in this country, and they'd rather watch shows about stupid fat men and their hot wives instead of smart, funny, intriguing, clever television. How else can we explain why all these great shows fail so freakin' fast?
Monday, July 16, 2007
F***in' Rock Concert!
I don't have extensive experience at concerts. It goes something like this:
1989 Billy Joel
1999 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2000 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2001 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2002 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2003 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2004 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2005 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
None of them had opening acts, just the headliner. So I admit to being surprised last night when Number One and I attended the Nickelback/Staind/Daughtry concert in Hershey last night for her birthday (thanks again, Uncle Andy!)
We got our tickets late, so we were very high (row Y--only Z was higher) and facing the sun. It was 90 degrees, so the first two hours were a bit rough. But we were also in the section closest to the stage, and not only did that give us a great view (except of the drummers), it allowed us to see "backstage," the parking lot where the buses were parked. We got to watch Chris Daughtry skateboard, and Daughtry and Nickelback interact with the fans who'd won that right.
I love Chris Daughtry's voice. He is also very hot in jeans and a tank top. Even with his hands taped because he bit it the other day, fell off his skateboard. Or maybe I should say especially with his hands taped? He made a good effort to interact with the crowd, and had the easiest manner, but all of them seemed to be doing what they thought they were supposed to be doing. Like, "I rock, so I'd better bang my head now." And, "Rock stars stand on the speakers, so let me stand on the speakers."
I don't think live music always sounds better than recorded, but Daughtry did. Richer, more resonant. I would have been happy with just that portion of the show.
Staind was a disappointment. The music drowned out the vocals on half the songs, though it was better in the second half, when they sang my favorites. The lead singer seems very reserved, almost shy, and the guitarist might have been on something. He leaped about the stage like a spaz, played his guitar down around his ankles with his head hanging limply--it made us laugh. Staind also had meager lighting effects that amounted to a spotlight right in my eyes, something I didn't need with the sun doing the same thing.
It was a sold-out show, but about half the stadium was empty until well after Staind started their performance. People had been in traffic for two hours. But I iz smart, I circled around from the other side of town and took 10 minutes, maybe 20 including the roll through the parking lot. The group behind us was one of the late ones, and the women were chatting as if they hadn't just been in the car together for two hours. One was so loud I actually couldn't hear Aaron Lewis (I just looked up his name to make sure I had it right and found out Staind is from Springfield, MA, right across the river from where I grew up! Supercool!) singing "Epiphany." I asked her to be quiet and she did, and she didn't even pour beer in my hair. I also told this guy and this girl who were smoking new cigarettes every 15 minutes that I was allergic and they were blowing their smoke right in my face (the spaces next to us were empty so they were leaning back onto our bleacher, putting me an Number One right in the smoke's path). I asked them to lean forward while they smoked, and they did, and didn't even pour beer on my shoes.
I've been to too many pro football games, I guess.
It was actually a very well-behaved crowd, overall, and I was pleased. I hate crowds, I think people who smoke in crowded places (even outside) should be dragged across the asphalt naked--on their stomachs--and if I can't hear the friggin' 256 db band because you're screeching about some pregnant chick, I'm likely to be really grumpy. But it was all good.
So then Nickelback came on. They started with a huge crack like a gunshot, followed by an ever-faster heartbeat that launched them into "Animal," which was, like, the last song I wanted them to play in front of my eleven-year-old. LOL I'm not sure how much of the lyrics she "got," though, because it's one of the songs she's not familiar with.
Man, the difference in performance. Not just because they had use of more of the stage, or because they used lights and fire and video screens. But because they very clearly not only love their music, they love to perform. Chad Kroeger is a skilled showman, self-deprecating, funny, and fun, and the rest of the band was the same, on a slightly less energetic level. The concert was electrifying.
At the beginning, he said, "I apologize in advance to those of you who brought your entire families, your six year-olds, eight-year-olds, ten-year-olds. We're going to be dropping F-bombs all night long!" D laughed. I was amused. J, when I told him, was disgusted.
I guess D and I rock harder than he does.
1989 Billy Joel
1999 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2000 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2001 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2002 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2003 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2004 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
2005 Trans-Siberian Orchestra
None of them had opening acts, just the headliner. So I admit to being surprised last night when Number One and I attended the Nickelback/Staind/Daughtry concert in Hershey last night for her birthday (thanks again, Uncle Andy!)
We got our tickets late, so we were very high (row Y--only Z was higher) and facing the sun. It was 90 degrees, so the first two hours were a bit rough. But we were also in the section closest to the stage, and not only did that give us a great view (except of the drummers), it allowed us to see "backstage," the parking lot where the buses were parked. We got to watch Chris Daughtry skateboard, and Daughtry and Nickelback interact with the fans who'd won that right.
I love Chris Daughtry's voice. He is also very hot in jeans and a tank top. Even with his hands taped because he bit it the other day, fell off his skateboard. Or maybe I should say especially with his hands taped? He made a good effort to interact with the crowd, and had the easiest manner, but all of them seemed to be doing what they thought they were supposed to be doing. Like, "I rock, so I'd better bang my head now." And, "Rock stars stand on the speakers, so let me stand on the speakers."
I don't think live music always sounds better than recorded, but Daughtry did. Richer, more resonant. I would have been happy with just that portion of the show.
Staind was a disappointment. The music drowned out the vocals on half the songs, though it was better in the second half, when they sang my favorites. The lead singer seems very reserved, almost shy, and the guitarist might have been on something. He leaped about the stage like a spaz, played his guitar down around his ankles with his head hanging limply--it made us laugh. Staind also had meager lighting effects that amounted to a spotlight right in my eyes, something I didn't need with the sun doing the same thing.
It was a sold-out show, but about half the stadium was empty until well after Staind started their performance. People had been in traffic for two hours. But I iz smart, I circled around from the other side of town and took 10 minutes, maybe 20 including the roll through the parking lot. The group behind us was one of the late ones, and the women were chatting as if they hadn't just been in the car together for two hours. One was so loud I actually couldn't hear Aaron Lewis (I just looked up his name to make sure I had it right and found out Staind is from Springfield, MA, right across the river from where I grew up! Supercool!) singing "Epiphany." I asked her to be quiet and she did, and she didn't even pour beer in my hair. I also told this guy and this girl who were smoking new cigarettes every 15 minutes that I was allergic and they were blowing their smoke right in my face (the spaces next to us were empty so they were leaning back onto our bleacher, putting me an Number One right in the smoke's path). I asked them to lean forward while they smoked, and they did, and didn't even pour beer on my shoes.
I've been to too many pro football games, I guess.
It was actually a very well-behaved crowd, overall, and I was pleased. I hate crowds, I think people who smoke in crowded places (even outside) should be dragged across the asphalt naked--on their stomachs--and if I can't hear the friggin' 256 db band because you're screeching about some pregnant chick, I'm likely to be really grumpy. But it was all good.
So then Nickelback came on. They started with a huge crack like a gunshot, followed by an ever-faster heartbeat that launched them into "Animal," which was, like, the last song I wanted them to play in front of my eleven-year-old. LOL I'm not sure how much of the lyrics she "got," though, because it's one of the songs she's not familiar with.
Man, the difference in performance. Not just because they had use of more of the stage, or because they used lights and fire and video screens. But because they very clearly not only love their music, they love to perform. Chad Kroeger is a skilled showman, self-deprecating, funny, and fun, and the rest of the band was the same, on a slightly less energetic level. The concert was electrifying.
At the beginning, he said, "I apologize in advance to those of you who brought your entire families, your six year-olds, eight-year-olds, ten-year-olds. We're going to be dropping F-bombs all night long!" D laughed. I was amused. J, when I told him, was disgusted.
I guess D and I rock harder than he does.
Grief
I have a post I've written about last night's Nickelback/Staind/Daughtry concert, but I shall post it later because I am in the throes of sadness.
My iPod, she has kicked it.
It's been coming for a while now. It was freezing more frequently, and once I got the sad Mac face. Then, it magically fixed itself. Now, not so much. It's making a whining bleat whenever I try to reset, and won't connect to the computer. So I shall have to send it to them, and hope I get "it" back (They send a comparable refurbished item back, so it will never, ever be the same. But I shall pretend.)
The weird thing is, I keep wondering why I feel so down, remembering the iPod, she has kicked it, and (mentally) crying, "Noooooo! Deathly Hallows is less than a week away!"
Then I remember I'm buying the cassettes. Duh.
Anyway. I'm going to mourn now. And possibly mope.
My iPod, she has kicked it.
It's been coming for a while now. It was freezing more frequently, and once I got the sad Mac face. Then, it magically fixed itself. Now, not so much. It's making a whining bleat whenever I try to reset, and won't connect to the computer. So I shall have to send it to them, and hope I get "it" back (They send a comparable refurbished item back, so it will never, ever be the same. But I shall pretend.)
The weird thing is, I keep wondering why I feel so down, remembering the iPod, she has kicked it, and (mentally) crying, "Noooooo! Deathly Hallows is less than a week away!"
Then I remember I'm buying the cassettes. Duh.
Anyway. I'm going to mourn now. And possibly mope.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Order of the Phoenix and Harry Potter Audiobooks
I saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix at the midnight showing Wednesday, and then again with my daughter and her friends Wednesday night. No matter how good a job they could possibly do with the films, they can't come close to matching the books for richness of detail, emotion, and magic (in all senses). They always make me want to "read" the books again.
I say "read" because I listen to the performances by Jim Dale on the audiocassettes. I've gushed about him before. He doesn't just read, or raise his voice a little to signify a female speaking. Every character is distinctive and unique, and it's a true performance.
There's a bit of music at the beginning and end of the audiobooks. I'm not sure if it's Listening Library music or unique to the Harry Potter books, but it will always indicate HP to me. When I first hear it, even if it's at the beginning of a book I have listened to half a dozen times, it gives me a little thrill of pleasure. And when I hear it at the end of the book, it brings with it sad satisfaction.
I imagine next week both reactions will be intensified.
So, the movie. I always have to see them a second time, because the first time, no matter how hard I try, I can't help having a running mental commentary about the changes they made and why, and whether or not I like them. In the second viewing, both what they did best and what was flawed are enhanced.
WARNING: There are spoilers to the movie in the next bit.
Spoilers to the book, too, I suppose, but if you haven't read the book by now...
Things I Didn't Like
1. The stripped prophecy
They shortened the prophecy and made it basically say that Harry has to kill or be killed. I know they did it to simplify things. They eliminated the element that meant Neville could have been the Chosen One, which I'm okay with for the movie's sake. You want people to be able to understand what's happening without too much exposition and confusion. But they removed what I felt was one of the most important points about the entire book: It's our choices that define us. They made it so that the prophecy must be fulfilled. Not that Harry has to choose whether or not to fulfill it.
2. The length
The director felt the other movies were too long (which is so not true--ask any true Potter fan, and those are the ones who go see it over and over again, so those are the ones that make up the bulk of the income). He seems to take great pride in making the longest book into the shortest movie. But I think making it even 10 or 20 minutes longer would have made it more satisfying.
They were trying to emphasize the level of fear, but they did it by telling each other all the time that they should be afraid. Adding Molly's scene with the bogart that kept changing into everyone she loved, dead, would have gone a lot further to showing us the stress and strain they were all under.
3. The very, very bad editing
This was more the case in the first half of the movie than in the second half. There was scene after scene that went like this:
By the end, it left me feeling like I'd satisfied a craving with inferior chocolate.
4. The Melodrama
Sometimes it was musical (during Dumbledore's final words at the weak trial). Sometimes it was acting (Hermione, in several scenes). Sometimes it was dialogue that was trite and dull (Sirius telling Harry he's not a bad person, just a good person bad things have happened to, as if he didn't know that). It wasn't through the whole movie, but when it came up, it was very obvious.
5. Not Enough...
Ginny. Ron. Kreacher. Dursleys. But most especially, Fred and George. That's a minor complaint in the grand scheme, though. Except about Fred and George.
Things I Really Liked a Lot
1. The Casting
Everyone's been saying all along that Imelda Staunton and Evanna Lynch were perfect as Dolores Umbridge and Luna Lovegood, and I totally agree. Some of the description of Umbridge didn't make it to the screen, but the spirit was completely there, and there wasn't anything about Luna that I can think of that was wrong or weak. Comparing to the horrible miscasting that is David Thewlis (a talented actor but SO not Remus Lupin) or the astonishing character assassination that was Michael Gambon's interpretation of Dumbledore, these two performances were inspired.
Bellatrix was slightly over-the-top, I thought, despite her suitability for the role, but that isn't a big thing. It's a matter of degree alone, and Helena Bonham-Carter's treatment is probably more like the author's vision than what I have in my head. I loved Tonks and wished she'd had a bigger role. I hope they keep her in the sixth movie.
2. The DA
The scenes where Harry is teaching the DA were so great. You could see his confidence building, as well as everyone else's, as they learned how to do patronuses and stupefy each other. I found it curious that they put levi corpus in this movie (as one of the things the DA learned--and it wasn't how it works in the book) when we don't see it in the books until book 6, and wonder what that means to the role of the half-blood prince in the script. And I still don't get the central role of "Nigel," who is solely a movie character. But this section was truest to both the spirit and the reality of the book scenes.
3. The Possession
At the end of the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort, Voldemort possesses Harry. Since in the books we obviously experience this as Harry does, inside, blind and in horrible pain, I knew it would be difficult to express on film. I'm not sure everyone who hasn't read the books will know what's going on, but I thought they did a good job with it.
4. The Atmosphere
The world building in the movie is STELLAR. I suspected that some of the trimming might have been due to budget, and read an article last night that talked about that very aspect. It looked like the majority of their budget went into the sets. Sure, they trimmed out nine-tenths of the Department of Mysteries, but the Hall of Prophecy and the Death Chamber were awesome, as was the rest of the ministry. The Fountain of Magical Brethren was huge and breathtaking, what little we could see. But my favorite was the Black house. It was exactly as I'd pictured it on the inside, right down to the troll-leg umbrella stand that Tonks tripped over.
5. Harry
Let's ignore the hair, which has NEVER been right. I always thought Daniel Radcliffe was well cast, and that when he hit a note ("I can figure out the right sort for myself, thanks"--to Draco in movie 1) it really resonated. When deeper emotion was called for, though, he tended to slide all over it (as in movie 3, when he was supposed to be so upset over Sirius betraying his parents). But it's been a lot of fun watching him improve with each film, and really embody the character so well. He's not perfect, but by the seventh movie I think he will be able to do it complete justice. And judging by the kiss with Cho, his kiss with Ginny will be everything I want it to be.
I say "read" because I listen to the performances by Jim Dale on the audiocassettes. I've gushed about him before. He doesn't just read, or raise his voice a little to signify a female speaking. Every character is distinctive and unique, and it's a true performance.
There's a bit of music at the beginning and end of the audiobooks. I'm not sure if it's Listening Library music or unique to the Harry Potter books, but it will always indicate HP to me. When I first hear it, even if it's at the beginning of a book I have listened to half a dozen times, it gives me a little thrill of pleasure. And when I hear it at the end of the book, it brings with it sad satisfaction.
I imagine next week both reactions will be intensified.
So, the movie. I always have to see them a second time, because the first time, no matter how hard I try, I can't help having a running mental commentary about the changes they made and why, and whether or not I like them. In the second viewing, both what they did best and what was flawed are enhanced.
WARNING: There are spoilers to the movie in the next bit.
Spoilers to the book, too, I suppose, but if you haven't read the book by now...
Things I Didn't Like
1. The stripped prophecy
They shortened the prophecy and made it basically say that Harry has to kill or be killed. I know they did it to simplify things. They eliminated the element that meant Neville could have been the Chosen One, which I'm okay with for the movie's sake. You want people to be able to understand what's happening without too much exposition and confusion. But they removed what I felt was one of the most important points about the entire book: It's our choices that define us. They made it so that the prophecy must be fulfilled. Not that Harry has to choose whether or not to fulfill it.
2. The length
The director felt the other movies were too long (which is so not true--ask any true Potter fan, and those are the ones who go see it over and over again, so those are the ones that make up the bulk of the income). He seems to take great pride in making the longest book into the shortest movie. But I think making it even 10 or 20 minutes longer would have made it more satisfying.
They were trying to emphasize the level of fear, but they did it by telling each other all the time that they should be afraid. Adding Molly's scene with the bogart that kept changing into everyone she loved, dead, would have gone a lot further to showing us the stress and strain they were all under.
3. The very, very bad editing
This was more the case in the first half of the movie than in the second half. There was scene after scene that went like this:
- Establishing shot
- Character one, dialogue, one line
- Character two, dialogue, one line
- Transition to new scene
By the end, it left me feeling like I'd satisfied a craving with inferior chocolate.
4. The Melodrama
Sometimes it was musical (during Dumbledore's final words at the weak trial). Sometimes it was acting (Hermione, in several scenes). Sometimes it was dialogue that was trite and dull (Sirius telling Harry he's not a bad person, just a good person bad things have happened to, as if he didn't know that). It wasn't through the whole movie, but when it came up, it was very obvious.
5. Not Enough...
Ginny. Ron. Kreacher. Dursleys. But most especially, Fred and George. That's a minor complaint in the grand scheme, though. Except about Fred and George.
Things I Really Liked a Lot
1. The Casting
Everyone's been saying all along that Imelda Staunton and Evanna Lynch were perfect as Dolores Umbridge and Luna Lovegood, and I totally agree. Some of the description of Umbridge didn't make it to the screen, but the spirit was completely there, and there wasn't anything about Luna that I can think of that was wrong or weak. Comparing to the horrible miscasting that is David Thewlis (a talented actor but SO not Remus Lupin) or the astonishing character assassination that was Michael Gambon's interpretation of Dumbledore, these two performances were inspired.
Bellatrix was slightly over-the-top, I thought, despite her suitability for the role, but that isn't a big thing. It's a matter of degree alone, and Helena Bonham-Carter's treatment is probably more like the author's vision than what I have in my head. I loved Tonks and wished she'd had a bigger role. I hope they keep her in the sixth movie.
2. The DA
The scenes where Harry is teaching the DA were so great. You could see his confidence building, as well as everyone else's, as they learned how to do patronuses and stupefy each other. I found it curious that they put levi corpus in this movie (as one of the things the DA learned--and it wasn't how it works in the book) when we don't see it in the books until book 6, and wonder what that means to the role of the half-blood prince in the script. And I still don't get the central role of "Nigel," who is solely a movie character. But this section was truest to both the spirit and the reality of the book scenes.
3. The Possession
At the end of the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort, Voldemort possesses Harry. Since in the books we obviously experience this as Harry does, inside, blind and in horrible pain, I knew it would be difficult to express on film. I'm not sure everyone who hasn't read the books will know what's going on, but I thought they did a good job with it.
4. The Atmosphere
The world building in the movie is STELLAR. I suspected that some of the trimming might have been due to budget, and read an article last night that talked about that very aspect. It looked like the majority of their budget went into the sets. Sure, they trimmed out nine-tenths of the Department of Mysteries, but the Hall of Prophecy and the Death Chamber were awesome, as was the rest of the ministry. The Fountain of Magical Brethren was huge and breathtaking, what little we could see. But my favorite was the Black house. It was exactly as I'd pictured it on the inside, right down to the troll-leg umbrella stand that Tonks tripped over.
5. Harry
Let's ignore the hair, which has NEVER been right. I always thought Daniel Radcliffe was well cast, and that when he hit a note ("I can figure out the right sort for myself, thanks"--to Draco in movie 1) it really resonated. When deeper emotion was called for, though, he tended to slide all over it (as in movie 3, when he was supposed to be so upset over Sirius betraying his parents). But it's been a lot of fun watching him improve with each film, and really embody the character so well. He's not perfect, but by the seventh movie I think he will be able to do it complete justice. And judging by the kiss with Cho, his kiss with Ginny will be everything I want it to be.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Fly-By
Karen Rose Smith was on TV yesterday. It was a local station's promotion for an event she's doing at the Martin Memorial Library next month. It was cool to see a romance author on TV, especially one I know!
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Number One was very excited about her present from her Uncle Andy (and her father and me). We're going to the Nickelback/Staind/Daughtry concert tomorrow night. I just got an e-mail that it's sold out (not surprising, considering the crappy seats I managed to get). They advise arriving early but parking opens at 2:00 and the doors don't open until 5:30! I'm not sitting there for three hours!
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I was looking up some cast information for an old episode of Supernatural today on IMdB. They had a link for season 3, and out of curiosity, I clicked it. It was mostly a list of empty episode placeholders, but the first episode was named!
"The Magnificent Seven."
Any ideas?
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Number One was very excited about her present from her Uncle Andy (and her father and me). We're going to the Nickelback/Staind/Daughtry concert tomorrow night. I just got an e-mail that it's sold out (not surprising, considering the crappy seats I managed to get). They advise arriving early but parking opens at 2:00 and the doors don't open until 5:30! I'm not sitting there for three hours!
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I was looking up some cast information for an old episode of Supernatural today on IMdB. They had a link for season 3, and out of curiosity, I clicked it. It was mostly a list of empty episode placeholders, but the first episode was named!
"The Magnificent Seven."
Any ideas?
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #14
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In no particular order (okay, honestly, it's the order in which I added them to my "blog" bookmarks, in reverse, but some are from my LJ friends list, which screws up that reverse-bookmarked thing). Bottom line--the order is meaningless. 1. Gail Overholt I "met" Gail on the blog of the woman who creates Plastic!Winchester Theater. I thought she was super-cool and started reading her regular blog. 2. I Can Has Cheezburger? The funniest pictures with the even more funniest captions. A daily must. 3. Writer & Cat Formerly just MeanKitty's blog, now a combo for MeanKitty and her owner, who is also author Jody Wallace. Usually they are both very funny, though Jody also often gets pensive. Which always makes me think, dammit. 4. Misty Simon Misty writes funny stuff, writing progress and event stuff, general minutiae of life stuff--on a very irregular basis. 5. Ten Inch Hero This is another infrequently updated blog. It is relating to all things Ten Inch Hero, an independent film that does not, apparently, yet have a distribution deal. It has Jensen Ackles in it, but it also looks very good and is written by a screenwriter I admire very much. 6. The Gab Wagon I'm a contributor to this multi-author blog, four women who have opinions and aren't afraid to use them. I read it every day so I can see what the others are posting and participate in the comment trails. 7. Ceiling Fans Author Vicky Burkholder shares her experiences with her two (soon to be three) new books, as well as tons of insight into the craft and business of writing. 8. Vicki Smith I don't actually have to read this blog. I communicate with her all the time and usually know what's going on. But with four very busy kids, she has the funniest stories and the wryest outlook on life. I also love being told to "behave" every day. 9. Writing, Reading and More, Oh My! Trish not only is an interesting woman and a well-connected writer with lots of news-flash information to share, but she likes the same TV shows and movies I do. 10. Karmela Johnson I first came across Karm on the Bombshell threads at the eHarlequin boards. We were both aspiring Bombshell authors. She's got more energy than my kids combined, I swear. 11. Pub Rants Even though I now have an agent, I still read this. Kristin Nelson has great things to share about the business, and her clientèle is packed with authors who appeal to my tastes. I've picked up several auto-buy authors by reading her. 12. Whedonesque So I'm always up on Joss Whedon's activities, as well as any information about Firefly and its actors. 13. The Bandwagon Mary shares bits of her real life and her writing life, and we have a lot in common. I'm soooo rooting for her to win the Golden Heart this weekend! And hopefully managing to meet her some day. We missed each other in Atlanta. Geez. That's only SOME of the blogs I read. I guess I'll do a part two next week! Links to other Thursday Thirteens! |
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Wednesday, July 11, 2007
My Crazy Night
Okay, it's only crazy in a self-indulgent, tee-hee, I'm-a-36-year-old-pretending-like-I'm-18-tee-hee kind of way. But as a 36-year-old, work-at-home mother of two fully entrenched in my rut routine, it felt crazy to me. And, of course, since I'm 36, I will pay for it severely. But not until tomorrow.
Here's my night:
5:45 p.m.
Reach the end of a chapter on Hummingbird (work in progress) and realise I have to add another chapter between this one and the next one, and that means I won't finish the read-through of the 127 pages I have currently written. Stop for the night.
6:00 p.m.
Kids are away for the night, and I screwed up the plans with the long-suffering husband. Make popcorn for dinner while he goes to play City of Heroes. Something different.
6:30 p.m.
Start watching disk 3 of Gilmore Girls. Something different.
7:00 p.m.
Receive text from Lainey saying "T minus 5 hrs! Can't wait!"
7:37 p.m.
Get cursed at by husband for sucking him into yet another TV show he had no interest in watching.
9:30 p.m.
Finish GG and go upstairs to read White Knight, the Dresden Files book MIL got me yesterday at the library since I can't buy the hardcover and no library in my county has it or can get it.
11:15 p.m.
Leave for theater.
11:29 p.m.
Get text from Lainey saying "I'm here!! Yay!"
11:31 p.m.
Join Lainey in line for concessions. Make her buy my drink since I bought her ticket. She owes me $5 but didn't have change. Refuse to take her tenner.
12:01 a.m.
Lights dim. Crowd cheers.
12:09 a.m.
Commercials end and previews start.
12:22 a.m.
Movie finally starts. Crowd cheers again and gets shushed as the strains of "Hedwig's Theme" rise around the theater.
1:12 a.m.
Lainey asks if any other actress gets more worse with each performance than Emma Watson.
2:29 a.m.
Leave theater, uncertain how I feel about treatment of Order of the Phoenix. Some parts were perfect, others fragmented and annoying, leaving me feeling like I'd satisfied a craving with inferior chocolate.
2:48 a.m.
Arrive home. Not sleepy, idea of lying in bed wide awake unthrilling. Start reading Dresden again.
3:45 a.m.
Get ready for bed. Big battle about to start, go back to living room to keep reading.
4:47 a.m.
Finish book. Now that's satisfying. Still not tired, despite only drinking half of small Coke three hours ago.
4:48 a.m.
Decide to take daily walk before going to bed. Consider watching sunrise.
4:55 a.m.
Take off headphones in the middle of "Mardy Bum" to listen to stillness. Disappointed by highway sounds and hum of power lines overhead. But no natural sounds.
5:03 a.m.
Finish walk, recline on car to watch sunrise.
5:05 a.m.
Sky is getting whiter in east. Clouds, cottonball kind, moving in from west. Dirty glow from city to the north starting to burn away.
5:10 a.m.
Music starts. Robins, starlings, sparrows. Loud trilling from the tree behind the house across the street, followed by similar trilling to the east, and then again, further away. They're talking to each other.
5:17 a.m.
Plan for morning: Shower, write new chapter in book, blog about crazy night. Sleep all day.
5:18 a.m.
Think about content of book chapter.
5:19 a.m.
Think about blog post.
5:20 a.m.
Go inside and retrieve Neo so can compose blog post while watching sunrise.
5:21 a.m.
Climb with amazing lack of grace to sit on hood of car. Appreciate everyone else being asleep and not witnessing lack of grace.
5:22 a.m.
Sweat. Air still and muggy. New robins awaken at house to the right. Wonder where they are all hiding.
5:23 a.m.
Notice sky has slight pink tinge. Can see Neo now, typos fewer.
5:27 a.m.
Car goes by. Realize bugs come out with the birds. Possible correlation. Scratch scalp, slap upper right arm, brush off left shin. Wonder if this was a stupid idea.
5:30 a.m.
Second car goes by, doesn't even slow at stop sign. Idiot. Realize the temperature is suddenly much, much cooler and more tolerable than half an hour ago. Appreciate light breeze. Sky that perfect shade of whitish-bluish-pink that can't be duplicated by humanity.
5:35 a.m.
All caught up on blog post. Consider abandoning sunrise watch. No patience. Plus, the cottonball clouds are now obscuring horizon.
5:36 a.m.
Decide to make up rest of blog post so can go inside and shower.
5:40 a.m.
Go inside and shower.
6:00 a.m. 5:51 a.m.
Sneak into bedroom for nightshirt. Wonder if husband will freak when he wakes up and I'm not there.
6:05 a.m. 5:54 a.m.
Go downstairs and open manuscript.
7:00 a.m.
Yep, husband freaked.
8:15 a.m. 6:48 a.m. (was wayyy optimistic while faking rest of post)
Check e-mail. Give up whenfifth jaw-cracking yawn causes pain eyes start closing mid e-mail.
7:00 a.m.
Husband didn't even seem to notice I was not in bed. Humph. Tell him to feed the dog. Go to sleep.
8:30 a.m.
Go to sleep smiling.
1:30 p.m. 12:50 p.m.
Get up and eat, read e-mails, review new RWA policies, discuss new RWA policies, then upload this post. Realize I really COULDN'T see at 5:17 a.m., not sure what I was typing. Revise for readability.
1:33 p.m. 4:04 p.m.
Publish blog.
Here's my night:
5:45 p.m.
Reach the end of a chapter on Hummingbird (work in progress) and realise I have to add another chapter between this one and the next one, and that means I won't finish the read-through of the 127 pages I have currently written. Stop for the night.
6:00 p.m.
Kids are away for the night, and I screwed up the plans with the long-suffering husband. Make popcorn for dinner while he goes to play City of Heroes. Something different.
6:30 p.m.
Start watching disk 3 of Gilmore Girls. Something different.
7:00 p.m.
Receive text from Lainey saying "T minus 5 hrs! Can't wait!"
7:37 p.m.
Get cursed at by husband for sucking him into yet another TV show he had no interest in watching.
9:30 p.m.
Finish GG and go upstairs to read White Knight, the Dresden Files book MIL got me yesterday at the library since I can't buy the hardcover and no library in my county has it or can get it.
11:15 p.m.
Leave for theater.
11:29 p.m.
Get text from Lainey saying "I'm here!! Yay!"
11:31 p.m.
Join Lainey in line for concessions. Make her buy my drink since I bought her ticket. She owes me $5 but didn't have change. Refuse to take her tenner.
12:01 a.m.
Lights dim. Crowd cheers.
12:09 a.m.
Commercials end and previews start.
12:22 a.m.
Movie finally starts. Crowd cheers again and gets shushed as the strains of "Hedwig's Theme" rise around the theater.
1:12 a.m.
Lainey asks if any other actress gets more worse with each performance than Emma Watson.
2:29 a.m.
Leave theater, uncertain how I feel about treatment of Order of the Phoenix. Some parts were perfect, others fragmented and annoying, leaving me feeling like I'd satisfied a craving with inferior chocolate.
2:48 a.m.
Arrive home. Not sleepy, idea of lying in bed wide awake unthrilling. Start reading Dresden again.
3:45 a.m.
Get ready for bed. Big battle about to start, go back to living room to keep reading.
4:47 a.m.
Finish book. Now that's satisfying. Still not tired, despite only drinking half of small Coke three hours ago.
4:48 a.m.
Decide to take daily walk before going to bed. Consider watching sunrise.
4:55 a.m.
Take off headphones in the middle of "Mardy Bum" to listen to stillness. Disappointed by highway sounds and hum of power lines overhead. But no natural sounds.
5:03 a.m.
Finish walk, recline on car to watch sunrise.
5:05 a.m.
Sky is getting whiter in east. Clouds, cottonball kind, moving in from west. Dirty glow from city to the north starting to burn away.
5:10 a.m.
Music starts. Robins, starlings, sparrows. Loud trilling from the tree behind the house across the street, followed by similar trilling to the east, and then again, further away. They're talking to each other.
5:17 a.m.
Plan for morning: Shower, write new chapter in book, blog about crazy night. Sleep all day.
5:18 a.m.
Think about content of book chapter.
5:19 a.m.
Think about blog post.
5:20 a.m.
Go inside and retrieve Neo so can compose blog post while watching sunrise.
5:21 a.m.
Climb with amazing lack of grace to sit on hood of car. Appreciate everyone else being asleep and not witnessing lack of grace.
5:22 a.m.
Sweat. Air still and muggy. New robins awaken at house to the right. Wonder where they are all hiding.
5:23 a.m.
Notice sky has slight pink tinge. Can see Neo now, typos fewer.
5:27 a.m.
Car goes by. Realize bugs come out with the birds. Possible correlation. Scratch scalp, slap upper right arm, brush off left shin. Wonder if this was a stupid idea.
5:30 a.m.
Second car goes by, doesn't even slow at stop sign. Idiot. Realize the temperature is suddenly much, much cooler and more tolerable than half an hour ago. Appreciate light breeze. Sky that perfect shade of whitish-bluish-pink that can't be duplicated by humanity.
5:35 a.m.
All caught up on blog post. Consider abandoning sunrise watch. No patience. Plus, the cottonball clouds are now obscuring horizon.
5:36 a.m.
Decide to make up rest of blog post so can go inside and shower.
5:40 a.m.
Go inside and shower.
Sneak into bedroom for nightshirt. Wonder if husband will freak when he wakes up and I'm not there.
Go downstairs and open manuscript.
Yep, husband freaked.
Check e-mail. Give up when
7:00 a.m.
Husband didn't even seem to notice I was not in bed. Humph. Tell him to feed the dog. Go to sleep.
Go to sleep smiling.
Get up and eat, read e-mails, review new RWA policies, discuss new RWA policies, then upload this post. Realize I really COULDN'T see at 5:17 a.m., not sure what I was typing. Revise for readability.
Publish blog.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
What Type of Writer Should I Be?
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Monday, July 09, 2007
It's Not a Competition
There's something that's been bothering me for a long time. It's getting worse. And most of my friends do it, so any of them who read this are going to think I'm a superior bitch (and not in a good way) for saying it. Which is why I haven't. But now it's reached a critical mass and I can't stand it so I have to say it.
It's called National. Not Nationals.
National is short-hand for "Romance Writers of America 27th Annual National Conference." It's a national organization. There's no "s" in any of that, so I just don't get where it comes from. Nationals to me is a high-level swim competition. Or maybe gymnastics. Such competition is a series of events, like the Olympics, so the plural makes a little more sense. But RWA National is A conference. Just one.
It probably bugs everyone else when they say "I can't wait for Nationals" and I say "I can't go to National until next year." And obviously, if 85% of the people are already using the illogical plural, it's going to become the official phraseology.
Just not for me. Because I am a superior bitch. Even if it's not in the good way.
It's called National. Not Nationals.
National is short-hand for "Romance Writers of America 27th Annual National Conference." It's a national organization. There's no "s" in any of that, so I just don't get where it comes from. Nationals to me is a high-level swim competition. Or maybe gymnastics. Such competition is a series of events, like the Olympics, so the plural makes a little more sense. But RWA National is A conference. Just one.
It probably bugs everyone else when they say "I can't wait for Nationals" and I say "I can't go to National until next year." And obviously, if 85% of the people are already using the illogical plural, it's going to become the official phraseology.
Just not for me. Because I am a superior bitch. Even if it's not in the good way.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
My Very Own Reading Book
A couple of months ago, my husband was searching for his old football videotapes and Number Two, while "helping" him, came across the very first book I ever wrote. I thought I was five when I wrote it, but I was six, and I thought it was "My Very First Book," but it was the above. So my official bio actually lies.
The book is made of 8.5x11 sheets of manila paper folded in half with a purple oaktag cover (is it called oaktag if it's purple?). The title is multicolored crayon, and there is an illustration of a crayfish-like creature, one of the few things I could ever draw. The back has a poorly rendered profile of my brother, pouting, and says "Nuj, Gr 2" (yes, I was six in Gr 2).
Here is a list of titles in this book, which is really a collection of short stories:
"The Whistle" byJaime Jamie
I apparently edited this sometime after writing it, because I "fixed" the author name error and then wrote a big NO over the first page. Self rejection at age six. Harsh.
"The Baby" byJaime Jamie
Unfinished story, also with "NO" written over it.
"Elizubith" by Jamie
No text written on this one.
The next ones were written when I was older, as evidenced by the improved penmanship, spelling, and author attribution, as well as length.
Bobby's Adventures by Natalie Jacobus
"Bobby's Scare"
Wherein Bobby spies on his sister. This story is over three pages long and also displays evidence of later editing.
"Bobby Meets a Girl"
Wherein Bobby makes a new friend. Four and a half pages.
"Bobby's Easter" (3 pages)
"Bobby's Letter" (one page, unfinished)
I was going to say Bobby's Adventures was my first unfinished trilogy, but since it extended to four pages, that doesn't apply.
Maybe next week I'll post a story or two, to show that despite my interest in fiction as far back as 30 years ago...I sucked.
The book is made of 8.5x11 sheets of manila paper folded in half with a purple oaktag cover (is it called oaktag if it's purple?). The title is multicolored crayon, and there is an illustration of a crayfish-like creature, one of the few things I could ever draw. The back has a poorly rendered profile of my brother, pouting, and says "Nuj, Gr 2" (yes, I was six in Gr 2).
Here is a list of titles in this book, which is really a collection of short stories:
"The Whistle" by
I apparently edited this sometime after writing it, because I "fixed" the author name error and then wrote a big NO over the first page. Self rejection at age six. Harsh.
"The Baby" by
Unfinished story, also with "NO" written over it.
"Elizubith" by Jamie
No text written on this one.
The next ones were written when I was older, as evidenced by the improved penmanship, spelling, and author attribution, as well as length.
Bobby's Adventures by Natalie Jacobus
"Bobby's Scare"
Wherein Bobby spies on his sister. This story is over three pages long and also displays evidence of later editing.
"Bobby Meets a Girl"
Wherein Bobby makes a new friend. Four and a half pages.
"Bobby's Easter" (3 pages)
"Bobby's Letter" (one page, unfinished)
I was going to say Bobby's Adventures was my first unfinished trilogy, but since it extended to four pages, that doesn't apply.
Maybe next week I'll post a story or two, to show that despite my interest in fiction as far back as 30 years ago...I sucked.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Stuff on Saturday
Yesterday, Number Two closed her thumb in the car door. Yes, her own thumb. Door was shut tight. Nail was purple before she even got the door open. We saw the dr. and got a splint and I praised her for doing her major injury on a weekday, unlike her sister, who always manages to hurt herself on a Sunday so we have to spend five hours in the ER.
But today blood had filled the nail so we had to go to the acute care clinic, anyway. I thought, since we were the only ones there, it would be a quick visit. Go in, pierce the nail, wave bye and go get ice cream. But they couldn't find the piercing tool! Poor things spent half an hour searching, and the first one didn't work. Unlike the old days with a heated paper clip, they now have a tool that has a fine wire that gets heated to a bright glow. It smelled like the dentist's drill. But the pain immediately decreased and she's much happier.
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I have a new guy. Well, he's not MY guy. But he's been added to my list.
J and I started watching Dark Angel last night. I fell for Michael Weatherly the first time I saw his eyes. His character is so strong yet so NOT macho, and his feelings for Max are palpable.
I don't even care how long it will be until Jensen Ackles comes on the show.
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I hate Julie Kenner. I just finished Demons Are Forever, the third book in her Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom series. And once again, I have to wait a friggin' year before the next book.
Though things are slightly better this year than last. With the last book, things were left in a more unsettling status. Stakes are higher with this one, but with truths revealed it at least didn't leave me desperate for answers. And this time, there is mention of the next book coming out in 2008. In the last book, it didn't say there was a next one, and her web site hadn't been updated.
If she gets Google alerts for her name, I hope she clicks through to see why I hate her. It's the best possible reason, of course.
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My current manuscript is a mess. I have been working on it a little better than I did last month, but I keep thinking I only have to tweak a couple more things and them move on, and then I realize that an element I fleshed out makes NO SENSE in the timeline and has to be changed. I added scenes and have been jumping around so much in these first 125 pages, I feel like it's a jigsaw puzzle that's 1/4th put together and everything's in place but none of the pieces actually connect, or only connect in chunks. And finding very short bits of time to work on it (i.e. between my child slamming her thumb in the car door and taking her to see the doctor) is making things worse.
I take the kids to Camp Nana on Tuesday, and then have all day Wednesday for writing. I will probably neglect my exercise regimen in favor of coming straight downstairs and working all day long. I shall feel much better after that.
But today blood had filled the nail so we had to go to the acute care clinic, anyway. I thought, since we were the only ones there, it would be a quick visit. Go in, pierce the nail, wave bye and go get ice cream. But they couldn't find the piercing tool! Poor things spent half an hour searching, and the first one didn't work. Unlike the old days with a heated paper clip, they now have a tool that has a fine wire that gets heated to a bright glow. It smelled like the dentist's drill. But the pain immediately decreased and she's much happier.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have a new guy. Well, he's not MY guy. But he's been added to my list.
J and I started watching Dark Angel last night. I fell for Michael Weatherly the first time I saw his eyes. His character is so strong yet so NOT macho, and his feelings for Max are palpable.
I don't even care how long it will be until Jensen Ackles comes on the show.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hate Julie Kenner. I just finished Demons Are Forever, the third book in her Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom series. And once again, I have to wait a friggin' year before the next book.
Though things are slightly better this year than last. With the last book, things were left in a more unsettling status. Stakes are higher with this one, but with truths revealed it at least didn't leave me desperate for answers. And this time, there is mention of the next book coming out in 2008. In the last book, it didn't say there was a next one, and her web site hadn't been updated.
If she gets Google alerts for her name, I hope she clicks through to see why I hate her. It's the best possible reason, of course.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
My current manuscript is a mess. I have been working on it a little better than I did last month, but I keep thinking I only have to tweak a couple more things and them move on, and then I realize that an element I fleshed out makes NO SENSE in the timeline and has to be changed. I added scenes and have been jumping around so much in these first 125 pages, I feel like it's a jigsaw puzzle that's 1/4th put together and everything's in place but none of the pieces actually connect, or only connect in chunks. And finding very short bits of time to work on it (i.e. between my child slamming her thumb in the car door and taking her to see the doctor) is making things worse.
I take the kids to Camp Nana on Tuesday, and then have all day Wednesday for writing. I will probably neglect my exercise regimen in favor of coming straight downstairs and working all day long. I shall feel much better after that.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
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Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Tuesday Tidbits on Wednesday
Obviously, I never got around to posting this yesterday.
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Ate dinner last night at a sandwich place that has really good flatbread pizza. I like the one with artichoke hearts, spinach, Parmesan, and pine nuts. Except last night mine had no pine nuts. It did, however, have a plastic bread closure.
When the waitress came over, I showed her and asked what my prize was. She was very apologetic, of course, said they are supposed to throw those away immediately so it doesn't happen. I told her my husband wanted me to be mad so I could get a free dessert. She laughed and thanked me for being nice. I said, well, it's not like it's a finger.
She gave us TWO free desserts, worth over $8.00. When I paid, I made a joke about the plastic thing again and the cashier tried to give me 10% off my bill. I stopped her. I am nice.
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I am in love with my new cat litter box. It's called "Roll'n Clean" and you don't have to scoop at all! It's got a grate and a drawer. You roll it all the way over onto its top, then roll it back. The litter is all clean, without chunks from broken-up clumps, and the clumps are all in a little drawer that you pull out and dump. So worth it! And much more logical than the litter box that washes and dries the litter. What a waste of energy.
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I started watching two new shows this week. They're actually old shows that I'm Netflixing.
The first is Gilmore Girls, which some people who have taste similar to mine have liked, and the other is Dark Angel, one of those shows I knew I probably would have liked, but it was on back when I was watching almost zero TV. I recorded an episode of DA on a whim the other night and really enjoyed it, and J likes Jessica Alba, so we'll watch it together starting Friday.
I watched the first disk of GG last night, and I liked it. I like Lorelai a lot. Rory a bit less. She's stiff and emotionless. I hope her acting improves as the seasons go on. I like all the quirky characters, too, and can see why it was a popular show.
In both shows (one episode of each, as a matter of fact), it was quite weird to see Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.
Jared was so much younger, and at first glance he looks nothing like his current hot self. The weird part is when he has an expression I know so well, or in hearing him talk for more than a few words, his voice is very close to the same. But he was so SMALL and he had such a baby face!
Jensen was only a little younger, relatively speaking--there isn't as much difference in his body, no difference in his voice, and his face is like a slightly softer version. His mouth is more pronounced, his cheekbones a bit less defined. His character is lighter in personality, but he's a fighter, and can shoot a gun, so sometimes he's like Dean. The weirdest part? He wore a turtleneck the entire episode. :)
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The weather has been really nice all week, so I've had my office window open, but then I get pissed off because my next-door neighbor smokes on his back porch and it always blows in my window. I hate that.
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Happy Independence Day!
I'm not going to be like everyone else and add "to my American readers/friends" because even though this is a holiday in the United States, celebrating the birth of the nation, I think EVERYONE can celebrate their personal independence.
So go light a sparkler and drink a toast. And have a great day!
~~~
Ate dinner last night at a sandwich place that has really good flatbread pizza. I like the one with artichoke hearts, spinach, Parmesan, and pine nuts. Except last night mine had no pine nuts. It did, however, have a plastic bread closure.
When the waitress came over, I showed her and asked what my prize was. She was very apologetic, of course, said they are supposed to throw those away immediately so it doesn't happen. I told her my husband wanted me to be mad so I could get a free dessert. She laughed and thanked me for being nice. I said, well, it's not like it's a finger.
She gave us TWO free desserts, worth over $8.00. When I paid, I made a joke about the plastic thing again and the cashier tried to give me 10% off my bill. I stopped her. I am nice.
~~~
I am in love with my new cat litter box. It's called "Roll'n Clean" and you don't have to scoop at all! It's got a grate and a drawer. You roll it all the way over onto its top, then roll it back. The litter is all clean, without chunks from broken-up clumps, and the clumps are all in a little drawer that you pull out and dump. So worth it! And much more logical than the litter box that washes and dries the litter. What a waste of energy.
~~~
I started watching two new shows this week. They're actually old shows that I'm Netflixing.
The first is Gilmore Girls, which some people who have taste similar to mine have liked, and the other is Dark Angel, one of those shows I knew I probably would have liked, but it was on back when I was watching almost zero TV. I recorded an episode of DA on a whim the other night and really enjoyed it, and J likes Jessica Alba, so we'll watch it together starting Friday.
I watched the first disk of GG last night, and I liked it. I like Lorelai a lot. Rory a bit less. She's stiff and emotionless. I hope her acting improves as the seasons go on. I like all the quirky characters, too, and can see why it was a popular show.
In both shows (one episode of each, as a matter of fact), it was quite weird to see Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.
Jared was so much younger, and at first glance he looks nothing like his current hot self. The weird part is when he has an expression I know so well, or in hearing him talk for more than a few words, his voice is very close to the same. But he was so SMALL and he had such a baby face!
Jensen was only a little younger, relatively speaking--there isn't as much difference in his body, no difference in his voice, and his face is like a slightly softer version. His mouth is more pronounced, his cheekbones a bit less defined. His character is lighter in personality, but he's a fighter, and can shoot a gun, so sometimes he's like Dean. The weirdest part? He wore a turtleneck the entire episode. :)
~~~
The weather has been really nice all week, so I've had my office window open, but then I get pissed off because my next-door neighbor smokes on his back porch and it always blows in my window. I hate that.
~~~
Happy Independence Day!
I'm not going to be like everyone else and add "to my American readers/friends" because even though this is a holiday in the United States, celebrating the birth of the nation, I think EVERYONE can celebrate their personal independence.
So go light a sparkler and drink a toast. And have a great day!
Monday, July 02, 2007
Justin Long is My New Hero
You know Justin Long. The uber-nerd from Galaxy Quest. Ditto from Dodgeball. Slacker nerd from Accepted, if you stooped to seeing that movie (I had it on my Neflix list until yesterday, when my husband shamed me into deleting it). More recently, he's been the cool guy, the Mac in the excellent Mac and PC commercials.
And now he's an action hero.
(mild) SPOILER ALERT
I swear, I'm getting old. I've always enjoyed action movies, but hated the extraneous murder, the cavalier approach to collateral damage, the explosions that were there just because some juvenile male director loves to blow things up. Live Free or Die Hard has all of that, and while I can't say I loved them...well, it was very easy to overlook most of the time.
Why?
Kick-ass nerd.
Wildcat chick who takes after her dad.
And Bruce Willis. Bam.
There were some things I just couldn't swallow. I won't spoil them in detail, but let me just say:
There was also a moment when Justin Long's ADR was horrible. I mean, like 1970s era kung fu movie horrible. It not only didn't match up time-wise, the words we heard didn't go with the motion of his mouth. I haven't seen dubbing so bad in a big-budget movie maybe ever.
Okay, that's enough of the bad. The good was stellar. I think the prize goes to Timothy Olyphant as the villain. Totally different (as far as I can recall) from past Die Hard villains. A little more depth to him than we often get in bad guys.
Justin Long was just excellent. He had a subtle progression from the frightened geek boy in the beginning to the hero at the end. The role gave him an opportunity to show his range, and though he hasn't exactly been hurting for parts, I think he'll be getting better and better ones after this.
Bruce was Bruce. I swear, he was no different than he was in the first movie. A little older (but not as much older as he really is). A little slower to recover from a beating. Just as dedicated a cop, just as determined to be "that guy" because he's the one who can. A little more willing, maybe, to take help and ask for it.
That's one of the new elements, actually. He's not totally alone, with the good guys as much against him as the bad guys. Another is, of course, technology. There's an awesome sequence where McClane is going to hotwire a car, and Matt (Justin Long) shows him a better way.
The stunts are old school, very physical, very solid. Not much of the gliding wirework we're used to post-Matrix, but all of the crashing and destruction and fist-to-the-face fighting of yesteryear. He does fight one guy whose grace and ability is awesome to behold (I don't know if he's that much of a gymnast, or if it's enhanced with CGI). And he fights a chick (not a woman, a chick), gets his ass kicked, then gives back better than he got.
The snark and wit is fully intact, and I already have new lines to spout for the next 20 years. I will be delighted if Len Wiseman decides to direct yet another Die Hard. He'd better hurry, though. Bruce won't be in this good shape forever.
And now he's an action hero.
I swear, I'm getting old. I've always enjoyed action movies, but hated the extraneous murder, the cavalier approach to collateral damage, the explosions that were there just because some juvenile male director loves to blow things up. Live Free or Die Hard has all of that, and while I can't say I loved them...well, it was very easy to overlook most of the time.
Why?
Kick-ass nerd.
Wildcat chick who takes after her dad.
And Bruce Willis. Bam.
There were some things I just couldn't swallow. I won't spoil them in detail, but let me just say:
- Natural gas doesn't do that
- Fighter jet sequence--completely ridiculous
- Location of final showdown lazily convenient
There was also a moment when Justin Long's ADR was horrible. I mean, like 1970s era kung fu movie horrible. It not only didn't match up time-wise, the words we heard didn't go with the motion of his mouth. I haven't seen dubbing so bad in a big-budget movie maybe ever.
Okay, that's enough of the bad. The good was stellar. I think the prize goes to Timothy Olyphant as the villain. Totally different (as far as I can recall) from past Die Hard villains. A little more depth to him than we often get in bad guys.
Justin Long was just excellent. He had a subtle progression from the frightened geek boy in the beginning to the hero at the end. The role gave him an opportunity to show his range, and though he hasn't exactly been hurting for parts, I think he'll be getting better and better ones after this.
Bruce was Bruce. I swear, he was no different than he was in the first movie. A little older (but not as much older as he really is). A little slower to recover from a beating. Just as dedicated a cop, just as determined to be "that guy" because he's the one who can. A little more willing, maybe, to take help and ask for it.
That's one of the new elements, actually. He's not totally alone, with the good guys as much against him as the bad guys. Another is, of course, technology. There's an awesome sequence where McClane is going to hotwire a car, and Matt (Justin Long) shows him a better way.
The stunts are old school, very physical, very solid. Not much of the gliding wirework we're used to post-Matrix, but all of the crashing and destruction and fist-to-the-face fighting of yesteryear. He does fight one guy whose grace and ability is awesome to behold (I don't know if he's that much of a gymnast, or if it's enhanced with CGI). And he fights a chick (not a woman, a chick), gets his ass kicked, then gives back better than he got.
The snark and wit is fully intact, and I already have new lines to spout for the next 20 years. I will be delighted if Len Wiseman decides to direct yet another Die Hard. He'd better hurry, though. Bruce won't be in this good shape forever.
Goals Progress, June
I have to say, June was a better month than I expected. I made it to the final round of the Samhain Publishing blog first line contest. They started with 273 entries and I'm one of the final 22. They'll invite 10 to submit next week.
Rebuilding Forever made the Amber Quill Press Top Ten Bestseller list not just in May, but in June, too.
I only wrote 8133 words, mostly nonfiction, but I did completely finish one book and did a little work on the next (and already am better in July with regard to the new book--I even put in a new word meter!).
I fluctuated in my weight over the last four weeks (by two pounds, so doesn't really count). But I only skipped two days of exercise the entire month.
I read 11 books, 9 magazines, and one unpublished manuscript. I'm only behind my book goal by 2! If I push, I may catch up this month.
No work on the dining room. But we did get a piano, which Number Two has been playing daily, despite not knowing how. :)
I'm very optimistic for July. Maybe because, as far as non-goal, non-work things go, I'm excited (Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter book, Camp Nana, present for Number One's birthday that's cool for me, too, etc.). But I also have this heightened sense of anticipation, as if good things are going to start flooding my world.
We'll see!
Rebuilding Forever made the Amber Quill Press Top Ten Bestseller list not just in May, but in June, too.
I only wrote 8133 words, mostly nonfiction, but I did completely finish one book and did a little work on the next (and already am better in July with regard to the new book--I even put in a new word meter!).
I fluctuated in my weight over the last four weeks (by two pounds, so doesn't really count). But I only skipped two days of exercise the entire month.
I read 11 books, 9 magazines, and one unpublished manuscript. I'm only behind my book goal by 2! If I push, I may catch up this month.
No work on the dining room. But we did get a piano, which Number Two has been playing daily, despite not knowing how. :)
I'm very optimistic for July. Maybe because, as far as non-goal, non-work things go, I'm excited (Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter book, Camp Nana, present for Number One's birthday that's cool for me, too, etc.). But I also have this heightened sense of anticipation, as if good things are going to start flooding my world.
We'll see!
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Being Like Our (Ugh) Parents
A few years ago, not too long before my mother died, I was picking on her about her "address book." It was probably 20 years old or older. Leather, originally nice. Pocket sized.
And so stuffed with business cards and pieces of paper and Post-it Notes and the torn-off corners of envelopes, she held it together with a rubber band.
Most of the stuff in it was old and outdated, but she never cleaned it out. I couldn't understand why. She didn't even have to take hours to do it--just throw away one bit at a time that was no longer applicable. Anyway, I laughed at her for her pack-rat tendencies and her inability to let go of the past.
Well.
I'm not quite to the level she was (of course, I'm 20 years younger, so I haven't accumulated as much). But the address book I use is the one I bought back in college, which was 15 years ago. Until recently, I had phone numbers on slips of paper and a few torn-off envelope corners, mostly from preschool friends of Number One's, kids she'll never see again. I finally sorted through them (less than a dozen, rather than the 249 my mother had) and threw them away or wrote in the information.
But I have a better understanding for the reasons she kept everything. I mean, the main reason I've kept this is because even though the Js (for Jacobus, my father's side of my family) and the Ds (for Damschroder) are full, due to the frequent moving over the years, I still have a ton of space in here. Almost every letter has a few pages still empty.
It's also handy. I never converted it to the computer because I don't want to have to boot it up and launch the software just to address an envelope.
But there's another reason, and I don't like to admit it because it makes it seem like I'm growing old.
Remember those ridiculous nostalgia posts a short while back? I remembered Vince's last name is Scarpetti, but I wasn't sure how to spell Peter's last name (it's an "e" instead of an "a"). I didn't remember Jeanne's last name, and some people I'd forgotten their names entirely (like Joanne Torma-Kelly, our old neighbor in New Buffalo). Even though the attached information is no longer helpful, the names are. They're a connection to my past, a past I've let go of, that rarely surfaces (except in my dreams, and then it's never accurate).
I like paging through the memories that float up when I see Mark Daley's name, or Sharon Lank's. So I think I'll be keeping this address book forever.
Sorry I picked on you, Mom.
And so stuffed with business cards and pieces of paper and Post-it Notes and the torn-off corners of envelopes, she held it together with a rubber band.
Most of the stuff in it was old and outdated, but she never cleaned it out. I couldn't understand why. She didn't even have to take hours to do it--just throw away one bit at a time that was no longer applicable. Anyway, I laughed at her for her pack-rat tendencies and her inability to let go of the past.
Well.
I'm not quite to the level she was (of course, I'm 20 years younger, so I haven't accumulated as much). But the address book I use is the one I bought back in college, which was 15 years ago. Until recently, I had phone numbers on slips of paper and a few torn-off envelope corners, mostly from preschool friends of Number One's, kids she'll never see again. I finally sorted through them (less than a dozen, rather than the 249 my mother had) and threw them away or wrote in the information.
But I have a better understanding for the reasons she kept everything. I mean, the main reason I've kept this is because even though the Js (for Jacobus, my father's side of my family) and the Ds (for Damschroder) are full, due to the frequent moving over the years, I still have a ton of space in here. Almost every letter has a few pages still empty.
It's also handy. I never converted it to the computer because I don't want to have to boot it up and launch the software just to address an envelope.
But there's another reason, and I don't like to admit it because it makes it seem like I'm growing old.
Remember those ridiculous nostalgia posts a short while back? I remembered Vince's last name is Scarpetti, but I wasn't sure how to spell Peter's last name (it's an "e" instead of an "a"). I didn't remember Jeanne's last name, and some people I'd forgotten their names entirely (like Joanne Torma-Kelly, our old neighbor in New Buffalo). Even though the attached information is no longer helpful, the names are. They're a connection to my past, a past I've let go of, that rarely surfaces (except in my dreams, and then it's never accurate).
I like paging through the memories that float up when I see Mark Daley's name, or Sharon Lank's. So I think I'll be keeping this address book forever.
Sorry I picked on you, Mom.
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