Sunday, July 20, 2008


So, this is the last day you can watch Dr. Horrible for free. Don't miss it! 5 comments

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Sooo, I'm thinking about cutting my hair at the end of the summer. Having it long has been fun, but I'm ready for a change...I think. Fascinating as my hair dramas are, I thought you might prefer them to another post about TV. Here are a few possibilities.

I think this first one is that girl from Scrubs. Anyway, it's the most conservative of the following choices. Maybe kind of boring. But then again, it would be easy to fix and not too drastic. And I think it's pretty cute. For those of you who heard the "girl on the plane" story--this cut resembles hers the most.



Hmm, I think I got this one off some hairstyling site. We'll call it "Bony Shoulders." This one will be for if I decide to go super trendy. It would keep some of the length that I have now--and I have been growing my hair out for quite awhile, so that would be nice--keeping length, but still getting a new style. On the other hand, I'm a little bit afraid I would never be able to get my hair to look like this and I would end up with it just always being flat and straggly.



Next, three potential short cuts. First, Intense Orange Girl: positives--similar texture to my hair, cute layers, easy styling; negatives--kind of boring, similar to how I used to wear my hair i college when it was short.

The Girl with the Cool Necklace: I don't know--it's just pretty. But is it pretty because of the beautiful model and artful photography or because of the hair... I can't decide.

And lastly, I give you Kherington Payne from So You Think You Can Dance. There are very few pictures of her online, but you should really see the back of her hair too. Take a look at it here (right around 1:05 for about 20 seconds) or go to the end of the video and see it styled differently in the last 30 seconds or so. Hmm, I really like this one. Really-really. But it's the shortest. Meaning I'd be kissing like eight inches of hair goodbye. But it's so cute...


So, you lucky blog readers, you--you get to vote about which haircut I should go for ...not that I will necessary abide by your collective decision. Think of it like, you get to be the friend who comes with me to the salon, flips through the magazine pages, and says, "Oh, that's cute... no, that's not you at all... that one might look good with your face shape..." and so on.

And if the mental thought of that scene skeeves you out a little too much... well, just pretend that this post didn't happen. I promise the next one will be very intelligent and scholarly and non-shallow. Promise.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Things 

Most annoying thing that's happened to me today: the checker at Safeway tossing my peaches around on the counter--those things bruise easily, you know; before they even ripen, you end up with big rotten spots all over. Grrr.

Things taking up the top ten spots on my Netflix queue: Doctor Who DVDs.

Best find at the used bookstore today: a hardcover copy of Anthony Horowitz's Ark Angel for $4.00.

Second best: Gregor and the Curse of the Warmbloods for $2.50.

Book I finally started because of all the people who bugged me to read it: The Secret Life of Bees.

Book I still haven't started even though my aunt has been bugging me to read it for a very long time: The Kite Runner.

Genre of books I absolutely refuse to spend money on: teen romances featuring slutty, snobby rich girls a la It Girl and A-List.

Alternatives to said books for girls who want contemporary non-fantasy girl-centric series: Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, The Princess Diaries, and ????

Hours I spent painting today: 4 1/2

Things currently ripe in my garden: lettuce (tons of lettuce), spinach, basil.

Things currently ripe in my parents' garden: sweet peas, onions, raspberries, bluleberries, cauliflower.

Things I'm most looking forward to from my garden: zucchini, cherry tomatoes.

Element of personal hygiene most neglected this summer: leg shaving

Times this week Miss Kitty Fanatastico has awakened my with her loud chomping of the still-bleeding body of a small rodent: 1

Best Doctor Who quote from disc 2 of season 2: "I just snogged Madame de Pompadour!"

Food that I crave 24/7 lately: Harvest's Best granola from Walmart.

Most listened-to podcast while painting: Galactica Watercooler

Number of days until my Chicago trip: 20

Number of days until my birthday: 15

Number of items on my Amazon wish list (hint, hint): 69

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Remember that little Dr. Horrible teaser video I posted awhile ago? Well, the first act of the movie has been released today. Online. For free. So you should go watch it. Now, apparently they underestimated the necessary bandwith for the demand the movie has generated (big surprise) but if the website is still offline, you can also buy it on iTunes--actually, you can buy all three acts (for a total of 1:15 running time) for $3.99. Part 2 and 3 will be released on the 17th and 19th. That's what I did. (A nearly full-length superhero musical movie by Joss Whedon and featuring Nathan Fillion for four bucks? Yes, please.)

In other news, I spent most of yesterday painting the lunchroom and bathrooms in the shop. Why, wasn't it a bit hot for painting yesterday? you ask. Yes. Yes, it was. Especially for a room with virtually no windows. But, that didn't stop my sisters and me. We just cranked the tunes, gritted our teeth, and sweated it out. Literally.

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Sunday, July 13, 2008

Please, no! Not another vampire post! 

**FYI, I've been tweaking and re-posting this for awhile, so if you read it early Sunday afternoon, a few things might have changed.

Ok, so I just spent the last day and a half rereading all three of the Twilight books. Number four comes out at the beginning of August, so I knew I wanted to reread them before then anyway, but I didn't know I would find them so compelling the second time around that I would have to read them all in the space of 48 hours. Wow, this is embarrassing. You may remember from the last time I read this series that I was less than impressed with the writing, the main characters, the believability (or lack thereof)... and I can't say that a reread a year later has changed my mind on any of that. Yup, they're still emotionally overwrought, unapologetically unrealistic, romantic fantasies that at times have me laughing out loud at how brazenly Stephenie Meyer appeals to girls' (and women's) most stereotypically feminine desires. Now, I don't personally think Meyer puts all that much thought into this--I think she's more or less writing her own subconscious fantasy--but if she did, I imagine this is how the conversation in her mind would go:
"Hmm, in order to rival J.K. Rowling in the YA fantasy market, I need something that will draw large numbers of readers. Girls are the majority of teen readers, and we've already seen how enduringly swoon-worthy a character like Mr. Darcy is, so all I need is one really, really good romantic lead and I've got 'em! Let's see... he'll have to be handsome, obviously--but more than handsome... otherworldly handsome. We'll make him ridiculously strong, too, so he can always protect the girl, no matter what. Looks like I'll have to put her in danger a lot, so he'll have something to save her from. Shall I make her klutzy or reckless or just have really, really bad luck? Aw, what the heck--make it all three! And throw in a death-wish for good measure. We'll make him a musician--girls can never resist that. How about a classical pianist? That's pretty yummy. Rich, naturally, so he can shower her with expensive gifts. An utter gentleman, who would never, ever hurt her or pressure her... in fact...hmm, would they believe it if all he ever wanted to do was cuddle? Oh yeah, easily. And yet, he also needs to be dangerous...how could I work that out? The perfect mix of bad boy and Mr. Right... and it wouldn't hurt if he was a little tortured and moody too... Oh! Of course! I'll make him a VAMPIRE!"

And the rest was history. See, they trick you with these artful, metaphorical covers of flowers and apples and chess pieces. If they were completely honest about these books, the cover would look like this:


Ok, well, I'll give Stephenie Meyer this much: aside from writing the most mouth-watering vampire since Angel, she does write a good action scene. And I found all the scenes with Alice (Edward's precognitive vampire sister) a lot funnier this time around (as they were meant to be). Actually, I wouldn't mind reading a novel or two with Alice as the main character, come to think of it.

Anyway, clearly I'm not the only intelligent woman to succumb to Meyer's spell. Even guys are jumping aboard, strangely. There's a fairly popular website called Twilight Guy, about a guy who's reading the books for the first time, and now and then he publishes letters he's gotten from other guys who have read the books. Pretty funny. My favorite part, though, was his speculation about something that anyone who's a serious fan of an author like Meyer or Rowling wonders from time to time... if I were a world-famous super-author, what would I do? And one more response to that question because it's pretty funny.

So, why am I spending so much time blogging about a book that I'm so clearly ambivalent about (in fact, you might say that I'm torn between the two halves of my nature--the rational, logical side that wants to protect myself and others from such appallingly sensationalistic literature and the insatiable, book-crazed side that will fight her way to the front of the bookstore on August 2nd to get her hands on Breaking Dawn ...almost like a... oh, nevermind...) ? Well, because my dear friend, Kandice, who is also a reluctant fan of the Twilight series, and I are going to Stephenie Meyer's concert-slash-book-reading event in Chicago in a few weeks when I'm down there visiting. See, apparently, Meyer has a certain selection of songs that she listen[s/ed] to while writing her books, and, nice fan-centric author that she is, she's made that playlist available online and has hired a musician to perform a concert of those songs as he accompanies her around the country on a book tour. Now, some people might claim that an author who goes to these lengths to promote her own book takes herself just a teensy bit too seriously. Some people. Who's names I don't know...

Ok, enough trash-talking Stephenie Meyer. It's my own humiliation at falling for her tricks that's talking here. Go read Twilight. Join me in my shame.

And if you *still* want to hear more about this series, read these articles:

And because I just can't get offline, a hilarious comic that sums up this entire post in the last panel...

And, another one.

Aaaand a chapter-by-chapter parody rewrite of book one by the same person, which made me choke on my crackers and swiss cheese. *Warning: language.

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Saturday, July 12, 2008

So I'm sitting at home today, still in my lovely banana chair on my lovely front porch. I think I must be recovering from my two days of grammar workshop--recovering in several senses, that is. My brain is full up to the top with everything I learned--I can't even begin to process it all. It was just exciting beyond belief. I don't know if I've just been on the wrong side of a classroom for too long, or what, but I was absolutely elated to be sitting there in that university conference room, with my little pad of college-rule paper and sharp pencils, ready to soak up the knowledge. A number of times, I felt distinctly like Hermione, this Hermione:

The, eager, hand-raising, please-call-on-me-teacher-I-know-the-answer Hermione. And as it turns out, I was rewarded for it, when one of the presenters pulled me aside after her session: "All your questions today were very good and insightful," she said. "I could tell you really know your stuff." Now can't you just imagine the rapture of my nerdy little teacher's pet heart at that moment? Really, it's all we Hermiones out there really want... a little attention, a few words from the person in charge telling us how smart and special we are.

So, anyway, the workshop was very good. I came back with a lot to think through and a lot of great ideas. I was completely engaged with listening and thinking and processing the whole time, which may be why I have found myself completely wiped out yesterday and today. I have a sore back--the kind that makes you vaguely nauseous--and extremely droopy eyelids. I'm pretty much planning to spend the rest of the day on the couch with Stephenie Meyer and my favorite emo vampires. So, yeah, I'm gonna get right on that.

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Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Pictures! 

Here is the lovely spot where I have my breakfast and tea in the morning. The patio was a birthday gift last year from my parents, but it wasn't all landscaped and beautified until this summer.

And, a couple of planters that I just made up a few weeks ago.

This lovely lily...

And this one...

... are part of my "stump landscape." It's prettier than it sounds!




I just got this barked today, in time for the picture. (The car and yard behind is my neighbors.)




Here's the front of my house, in all its summer glory. You can kind of see my chair on the porch where I spend a lot of my time and take a lot of my naps. :)






A few of my porch decorations: the lower pot on the steps has zucchini sprouts that I'll put in the garden once they're a little bigger.







Snap peas.









Although not quite as full as a ready-made hanging planter, I'm fond of this because I found the moss and assembled it all myself.












And, lastly, Miss Kitty Fantastico, where she spent the WHOLE DAY today. (Because of her, I never feel guilty about how late I sleep in or how many naps I take.)


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Sunrise, sunrise... 

I love mornings. I admit, I don't wake up quite early enough to catch July sunrises, but I do enjoy that perfect early morninig temperature out on my patio with my book and tea. Everything is wet and glistening with dew and the birds are out singing and pulling up worms from my lawn. My neighbor June comes by and insists that I walk over with her to see her beautiful lily. And on the way, of course, I also have to see her rosebush, which fell over recently and will have to be cut way back and transplanted, so of course I'm welcome to come over and cut myself a bouquet later, and her sweet williams and snapdragons, and her heirloom tomatoes, which are from seeds that are over a hundred years old, and the female warbler that's eating her thistle seeds from the barn-shaped birdhouse, the same one that the woodpecker with the red spot on his throat also feeds from, and the place where she spotted a snake the other day, not that spiders or bats bother her--they eat the bugs, but snakes are another story, and her beautiful orchid, which has one, two, three, four blossoms on it and is blooming for the first time this year, and the spot between her sidewalk and house that gets 110 degrees, where nothing will grow, not even geraniums or petunias.

Then, when the sun gets too warm, I move to the butterfly chair on my front porch in the shade and turn on Norah Jones and feed my laptop cord through the window and watch the cars speed by and our resident squirrel flirt with death along the edge of the pavement, and I write a little blog post to share it all with you.

Tomorrow and Thursday, I am going to a grammar workshop/conference in Salem. I've shared this bit of news with a few people recently, and their faces all get a look of sympathy and they start to say, "Oh, I'm sorry," until they realize that I'm still talking: "...and I'm so excited!" Their pity turns to disbelief and confusion, and a few of them look expectant, like they're waiting for the punchline. "Really," I say, "It's going to be really fun. The author of my book, Understanding English Grammar, will be there, and I'm going to learn all kinds of new ways to teach grammar concepts. I'm so looking forward to it!" And that's the point where their disbelief turns back to pity. You poor thing, they're thinking. What was your childhood trauma? But last night, I finally found someone who understood. I told Tammy, one of my college English professors, all about it. "Really? A grammar conference?" she cried. "Wow, I wish I could go! Take really good notes for me, OK?" Now that's a kindred spirit.

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