Archive for July, 2005

Vanishing Into The Ether

Monday, July 25th, 2005

Hm. By this time tomorrow, I shall be in the air, en route to Reno, Nevada. I am not the best traveller in the world, so I can only hope I don’t look as thoroughly exhausted and bedraggled as I’m sure I’ll feel.

I am very much looking forward to this conference, even in spite of the fact that by the end of it, I will be doing my impression of a wrung-out dishrag. But holy hell, it’s gonna be a fun ride. *g*

The reason I say this is that this post will be the last one for a few days. Fear not, Gentle Readers, I shall return before you know it — completely psyched to get back at the writing.

Until then, I am still feeling the effects of pickling my liver on Thursday, I’m already sleep-deprived, and I still want to attempt to put together some business cards before going to bed tonight.

Yeah, right.

At least I don’t have to rush too badly in the morning — my airporter shuttle doesn’t leave until almost 1PM, so I have time to go get my toesies done in the morning! Whee!

Finally, I’ve got to figure out what the hang I’m going to wear on the plane tomorrow, too… sheesh. Too many decisions. My poor braincell can’t handle it.

Anyway. I digress. Fare thee well, mine boon companions–I shall see thee anon!

Your Attention Please

Friday, July 22nd, 2005

I am $%&@@$% drunk. God bless you, Finlandia.

That is all.

Mayhem, I Tell You!

Thursday, July 21st, 2005

Heh. Not much time tonight. The Mater and Pater have to get to sleep early, ’cause they’re leaving tomorrow morning and will be gone for about 27 hours.

While the “grown-ups” are away, the kid will play…

It shall be an evening of booze, Buffy and bonding. (Note: I did NOT say bondage.) And we shall have quite the bit of fun. So sayeth I, anyway.

In other news, found two pair of jeans today on sale — one for $15 and the other for $12. God, I love sales. I also love the fact that these jeans make my ass look great.

Vanity, thy name is Kris…

Got MILF?

Wednesday, July 20th, 2005

I was sitting here at the desk, trying to figure out just what the hang I was going to blog about tonight, when I remembered a topic that had been plagueing my brain for some time now.

There are days when I feel so very, very old. Thank God for younger siblings and cousins, who actually don’t laugh at you (at least, to your face) when you hesitantly ask such ridiculous things as, “Uh, what exactly is EMO?”

For a while, I kept seeing the acronym, MILF, all over the internet. (Yes, I surf. Hey, knowledge is power, baby!) After initially trying to decipher it myself, I finally used my one remaining braincell and googled it.

Oh.

Oh.

I get it. Heh.

(And if you don’t know, you can google it yourself. What, do I have to do everything? ;) )

At this point I will boldly admit that hey, yes, it wouldn’t bother me to be saddled with the acronym, in fact, I think I’d be flattered, but no, I wouldn’t actually want anything to do with, say, the seventeen-year-old down the street. I think 23-24 is my lower limit, nowadays, anyway. (What’s the rule? Half your age plus, what–six? Crap. I can’t remember. Somebody wanna refresh me?)

I’ve even decided to use a variation on the MILF thing for a future book, which I think will be fun.

There really was no point to this post, was there? Well, I guess it’s like they say — it’s the thought that counts…

Johnny is Depp-licious

Tuesday, July 19th, 2005

I’ve never been a huge Johnny Depp fan (in the sense of drooling over him, I mean–in appreciating him as an actor, I’ve done that for ages) but I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory tonight.

And I’ve got two things to say:

1) The movie was freaking amazing. I don’t care if you have to sell your children to get the money to go see it. Just do it. As I think I’ve mentioned before, I don’t generally buy movies on DVD because there are few that I want to watch over and over again.

This is one I’m buying on DVD.

2) I want to gobble Mr. Depp up from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

Yes, he looks a little freakish in the makeup and wig, but he still has such a sensual air about him, and there are moments of sheer pleasure in the look on his face… *sigh*. Not to mention that sensuous mouth and great cheekbones…

And there’s this one scene where he does this thing with his tongue…*whimper*

Tim Burton rocks, too. This movie is one giant acid trip, minus the acid. I can only imagine that watching the movie while on acid might cause one’s head to explode, so I’ll leave that experiment to someone else.

To top it all off, there was a preview for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Can I just say there were goosebumps all around??? Wow…

I have no idea how I’m going to get to sleep tonight. I feel like I’ve had six cans of Coke, one right after the other. Wish me luck.

Busy Making Other Plans

Monday, July 18th, 2005

Approximately a week from now, I’m travelling again. This time, I’m going to Reno, Nevada, though, to the annual Romance Writers of America conference. I’m looking rather forward to it, as it will be a chance to see people I haven’t seen in a couple of years, learn a little bit at various workshops, network and meet other people, and finally, drink like a bleepin’ fish.

Well, really. Most important stuff happens at the bar. You knew that, didn’tcha?

Problem is, I’m nowhere ready to go yet. I’ve done no wardrobe planning (and therefore have not checked to make sure all items thereof are clean and ready to go), have not located any of my other dress shoes or jewelry, and still need to run a couple of errands — pedicure, an item or two of new clothing, travel insurance, etc. Plus, I wanted to make up some business cards to hand out. No problem. A mere pittance.

Sheesh. Nothing like leaving things to the last minute, huh? You’d think I work well under pressure or something. *snort*

That’s why I’m sitting here eating ice cream cake. Heh. (Also related to the fact that I still haven’t carved off the twenty pounds I want to, even with the mountain biking, Stairmaster-ing and running that I’ve been doing… *sigh*)

Eureka!

Sunday, July 17th, 2005

I’ve figured out how I want my web page to look!

Yes, this is a big thing, because up until now, I had some vague notions, but no real idea. *Now*, I have an idea. The only obstacle now is learning how to put it together.

I’m going to actually take a course at the community college in the fall on ‘putting together Web pages for dummies’. I can’t afford to pay anybody to do one for me right now, and I figure, hey, the knowledge will be good to have for future reference.

That just means that my site won’t exist until the fall. *sigh* Oh, well. Frighteningly enough, even though I sit here sweltering again tonight, September will be here before we all know it. *shudder*

Oh, Johnny…

Saturday, July 16th, 2005

I mean, really.

Drag-Queen Depp??

Pottermania

Saturday, July 16th, 2005

Can you believe I forgot about Harry Potter today? Geez. However, in my defense, I didn’t read anything about it anywhere else in my usual browsing places, either. Kate’s blog (see sidebar) was the only place I saw it mentioned.

I have no idea when I’ll have a chance to read it. The Mater brought it home today, but whether she sticks her claws into it first or not is a completely different story. I have a headache tonight, so even if it is up for grabs, I doubt I’ll be latching onto it.

Spinsterhood Approacheth

Saturday, July 16th, 2005

While downtown wandering around the Farmer’s Market this morning, buying veggies, I was blatantly reminded today of the lack of attractive, eligible men in this town. When it comes to the 18-35 age bracket, we are operating with a deficit. It’s not really anyone’s fault. This is a strongly blue-collar community (even though it’s struggling to alter that image), and a huge percentage of young men blow this pop stand immediately after high school—and most don’t return, except possibly to visit family. The remainder who do stay behind are either a) great guys who happen to be already married and starting families, or b) the guys that chose (for whatever reason) to not improve themselves and still act like they’re 16—drinking and smoking pot—with no ambition whatsoever.

I’m sure there’s someone out there ready to debate this with me, and to them I say—please! Do! I’d LOVE for someone to prove me wrong and show me a plethora of gorgeous, educated, ambitious, securely-employed hotties.

Until that day, though, I’m going to be stocking up on antihistamines. Because I’m allergic to cats.