Sunday, Jeanne and I met up to attempt to get me new pages for my beloved Franklin-Covey planner, aka 'Seanan's external brain.' Note the word 'attempt.' We went to Emeryville, the Emeryville store was no longer there. We went to Pleasanton, the Pleasanton store was closed. We gave up ( Read more... )

10. Two Counting Crows concerts in two days, both with Jeanne (who is one of my favorite concert buddies, as she gets just as dig-in-your-heels serious about what's going on as I do), both with 'Rain King' as the closing number. How can I complain about something so flat-out wonderful? Sure, I'm a little short of sleep, but sometimes you have to ( Read more... )

The Counting Crows are my favorite band in the entire world. They write the songs that I need to hear; Adam's lyrics, the band's backing, everything just comes together in the way that I know deep down is right. If comparing my writing to Stephen King is the most amazing thing that can happen to me as an author, then comparing my lyrics to Adam's ( Read more... )

Last night, I stood up, and then promptly fell down again as my back went 'screw you, lady, you've gotten way too comfortable with your capacity to pretend you have a spine.' So I am now heavily, heavily medicated. Not quite to the point of seeing cartoon birdies flapping around my head, but enough so that shiny things fascinate me, I probably ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I went shopping with my mother and older sister, including a pumpkin cake producing raid on the local Whole Foods, read the new Kelley Armstrong novel from cover to cover (Personal Demon), watched the finale of Torchwood, hung out with Chris, ate tasty tasty Indian food, drank a lot of amaretto, watched the new episode of Doctor Who, and ( Read more... )

First, the strip:

With Friends Like These... #27: Best Thing Ever Said.Second, the footnotes ( Read more... )

So tomorrow, seshat and I are going to see a matinée performance of Little Shop of Horrors in San Jose, an event which has had me all wound up and vibrating for the better part of a week (once I finally woke up enough to get excited). I love this show. I've loved this show since I was a little girl. I've been in this show more times than any other ( Read more... )

I love my planner.

I have the worst memory in the world when it comes to things that actually matter. You want to know the middle name of a fictional person? What the punchline was in last Wednesday's Penny Arcade strip? The release date for the next issue of Hack/Slash? I'm totally your girl. You want to know when my next doctor's ( Read more... )

So I mentioned last week that I was considering going back to carrying a planner. Those of you who remember my planner may also remember that I basically lived and died by the thing when I was using it actively; it was my beloved paper brain, and I stopped carrying it only because my life effectively went 'tilt' and scrambled all my existing ( Read more... )

So yes, Jeanne and I went to two Counting Crows shows in three days. Since the Crows also attended both shows, I view this as a win. The second show was at the Shoreline, which has awesome food booths and merchandising options -- I do so love it when I can get a glass of wine and eighteen kinds of sausage to go with my extremely loud rock'n'roll ( Read more... )