Who is planning on doing NaNoWriMo this year?

When I moved, I got rid of all of my jackets because I didn't like them or they were too big. I meant to get a new one, I really did.

Jump six months forward. It is now cold outside and I'm getting ready to go out to dinner. I go to my closet to grab a jacket . . and, of course, find none.

Man.

I somehow screwed up my network and had to wait for somebody to come and fix it for us. So I was off-line for a long while. What's up with everybody?

I am doing well (but quite hungry at the moment).

Mare is recovering from her surgery and is back to her old tricks. Yesterday she found an apple core outside and was very excited. Fortunately, she dropped it when I told her too. She loves apples and sweet potatoes.

phordicus and I celebrated our one-year anniversary in our usual low-key manner.

I have downloaded the Ryan Adams cover of "Down in a Hole" but have not yet listened to it.

I've got a permanent retainer on my lower front teeth. It has been there for ten years or more. Most of the time I forget about it, but once a year or so I will move my tongue the wrong way and cut the bottom of it on a wire. I've done this recently and the bottom of my tongue is really sore and . . . cut.

Inner dialogue--
Me: "Mmm . . time for grapefruit!"
Me: "No way! That will really hurt!"
Me: "But grapefruit is gooooood!"
Me: "Don't do it."
*peels grapefruit, begins to eat it*
Me: "Ow--this really does hurt!"

My husband gets angry and tells me to go back to the orthodontist who put it in and get him to fix it. I don't want to drive to Missouri for something that is a problem once a year or so (if he'd even fix it now) and I don't feel like paying somebody else a couple of hundred dollars to fix it either. I would rather spend my money on things like . . . magazines and Halloween candy and a microchip for my dog.

I was going to write about something else, but I forgot what it was. Oh well.

If you (like me) enjoy the musics that are somewhat random and twee and pretty, you should check out Structure & Cosmetics by the Brunettes. They've got a song about Hairagami, which is pretty fucking rad. But they also sound good.

Abortion discussion in christianity. I shouldn't have looked but I did.

Best comment so far: some jerk says that he supports a total ban on abortion, but women shouldn't have to suffer as a result. Um, can you point out a ban on abortion ever that didn't result in women suffering? The two go hand-in-fucking-hand.

Fun little meme stolen from ladyartemisa

Go to my userinfo. Randomly or not so randomly select one of my friends and ask me to introduce you, to tell you about them.

I love this new Animal Collective CD (Strawberry Jam).

Mare got spayed yesterday. I feel really bad because she's obviously in a lot of pain today. We put her pain medicine in ham so that she'll take it (she hates pills, even the chewable ones that are allegedly liver-flavored). After she takes the pills, she just sprawls half-in-half-out of her bed with this "OH MY GOD I'M SO FUCKED UP" look on her face. I slept with her on the couch last night and out of nowhere she woke up and started barking. Drugged-out dog.

I'm craving garlic bread.

Has anybody ever bitten into a hamburger and thought "This thing needs more butter"?

http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_35251,00.html?

I truly don't get Paula Deen. Fortunately I am pre-armed with an appropriate icon.

I almost never listen to Rush Limbaugh because it makes me feel as though a blood vessel is about to pop in my brain. However, I was driving around the other day and happened upon the station with his show. I listened to him for a few minutes just to make sure he was as dumb as I remembered (he was, spouting lots of nonsense about having to stay in Iraq until the job was done, even if it took "forever," which he says it won't because . . . well, I'm not sure why--just because "nothing lasts forever.") Anyway, it happened to be the day he made his "phony soldiers" remark ( http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/10/03/limbaugh.soldiers/index.html ).

I hardly even noticed that remark and had forgotten about it until I just saw the cnn.com article about it. I mean, when you're listening to Rush, how can you listen to a single statement and say "Okay, this is offensive and where I draw the line." You can't. It's Rush Limbaugh. So he believes that soldiers who are against the war are "phony soldiers."

The rules are as follows: Bold what you have read, italicize what you started but couldn't finish. I have also added an asterisk to books I own but have not yet read but may read someday.
( There are so many books I haven't read )

Coogan's Bluff, a 1968 or 1968 Clint Eastwood movie. Eastwood is an Arizona deputy sheriff who goes to New York to transport an accused killer. Once in New York, he encounters homosexuals, feminists, and a crazy group of hippies. I note that the line between consensual and non-consensual sex was blurred in the late 1960s, as women keep telling Eastwood "No" and he blatantly continues. Bonus This was once acceptable? moment when a visual joke is made about an older woman trying to make a rape complaint at the police station. Eastwood's eyes (and the camera) sweep over her body from head to toe and the look on Eastwood's face makes the point clear. Rape this woman? Not likely. Haha!

Derailed, that Jennifer Aniston/Clive Owen movie from a couple of years ago. The "info" blurb provided by the cable company claimed this was "Hitchcockian." I knew that this review was likely to be inaccurate and also that the movie would probably suck. I was proven right. Xhibit from Pimp My Ride plays a bad guy--just one of the seven million ways in which this movie didn't ring true. He is only believable in roles where he has to exclaim "This car is gonna be tight!"

Halloween, which I have already reviewed. I have thought about it more since my review and it is still awful.

Resident Evil: Extinction was not as bad as the three movies above, but it still wasn't good. Note: In my post-zombie outbreak society, the standard procedure for any person in my caravan who has survived a one-on-one zombie encounter will be to strip down and be searched for bites. Normal people always hide their zombie bites (heroes will disclose their zombie bites and use their last minutes of life in order to achieve a needed goal/create an escape route).

Poll #1062576 I'm curious
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When it comes to eating habits, I identify as a

Conversation from yesterday:

corkyelmendorf: ". . . so then Kate sent me a text message and said it was from her cat, Pet--"

Me: "They named the cat Pet?"

corkyelmendorf: "It's after General Petraeus."

Me: "Is he from Star Wars?"

corkyelmendorf: *blinks* "No. He's the commander of U.S. forces in Iraq."

Me: "Oh yeeaaaah. Of course."

Seriously, I knew that on one level--but clearly not on the "everyday operational knowledge" level. But doesn't it sound like a Star Wars name?

I'm like one of those people who has a baby and can't talk about anything but their baby.

Except it is my dog.

corkyelmendorf came to visit today. We ate chickpeas and rice, watched Top Chef and admired my dog of excellence. I served hummus as an appetizer, which made the meal an automatic fail for creativity due to garbanzo overkill. But it was still delicious.

Mare and I found a persimmon tree on our walk today.

I brought one home so that I could smell it. The smell brings back memories of visiting my maternal great-grandparents when I was a little girl.

Mare smelled almost every persimmon that had fallen off the tree, but didn't try to eat any of them.

When she feels overwhelmed, she will burrow under her blanket and go to sleep. When she wakes up, she will stand up and walk around. She looks like a little doggy ghost.

Also, I have an awful cold and halfway wish I was dead.

After reading the His Dark Materials trilogy, I really wished I had a daemon. Now that the movie is coming out, they've got something on the website that lets you take a quiz and find out what yours would be. I have an ermine!