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This entry is brought to you by the effects of Benedryl, which makes me super tired, which makes me super loopy. You have been warned.
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The Deathly Hallows Bluray disk is so amazing, I want to lick it. I've been watching the special playback where Jason Isaacs hosts commentary and scene-appropriate interviews and clips. The associated content pops up while the movie is playing-- a documentary on the tents when they show the wedding tent in the movie, or information of Malfoy Manor during the Death Eater meeting (I still feel that MM should have been more Rococo-Meets-Regency than Elizabethan-meets-Gothic. It's too heavy and dark and empty to give off any of the peacock-y grandeur the Malfoys have)
Let me say that Jason Isaacs is a very amazing man who makes my heart go all a flutter. But that's just the loopy fangirl on Benedryl in me speaking.
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Speaking of Lucius (sorta), I don't need a cheerleader for the LBB. I need a slave-driver, who'll sit behind me and crack the whip, and otherwise nag and pester me until I show proof that I've been actually working. Yeah, I know-- "You signed up for it. Take some responsibility and write on your OWN, you big slacker. Stop acting like a high schooler and WRITE." That would be taking the MATURE route. And I'm being laaaazy.
(Actually, I've been reading more than writing. The DMHG fic exchange is currently going on and there's been some gorgeous stuff put out, even though I sort of hate the DM/HG pairing because it's so cliche anymore. And a friend got me hooked on this novel-length Remus/Sirius MWPP-era fic, even though I adamantly stated I don't care for slash (harder to fantasize, and yes, I'm that geeky AND shallow). That's okay, because I immediately turned around and got her hooked on Labyrinth fic.)
Speaking of which, the Labyrinth fic exchange is about to start up! I'm not so dumb as to sign up, because I think that'd just turn into failure, but I'm excited to read!
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Little Brother's piano recital tomorrow. Performing a Beethoven something or other class 8 (aka: really freaking insane). With a broken toe on his right foot (aka: the pedal foot). I keep joking with him to keep him from freaking out. Like, whenever he goes to play the ending, lately, he's been yelling at us, "Cross your fingers!" So I told him, "How much would you hate me if I stood up in the middle of the song, 'CROSS YOUR FINGERS, FOLKS! BOY'S GUNNA NEED ALL THE LUCK HE CAN GET TO PULL THIS ONE OUT OF HIS ASS!'" and he told me, "Dooooo itt!!!"
I'm not that crass, but I -do- wish I could sneak in stale popcorn to throw at him every time he flubs a note. Good for performance and all that jazz. You know. Not that 9/10s of the people at the recital will be able to tell if he flubs. Even his teacher is constantly amazed at Little Brother's ability to bullshit his way out of everything, including key flubs.
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Dad bought himself a semi-automatic .45 for his 55th birthday. He also bought a bunch of paper targets for target practice. Today, he presented me a "gift" to hang on my wall-- a zombie target with four shots in its head (dead!), thirteen shots in its torso (useless), and one shot in its groin (hilarious). It's getting hung up on my bedroom wall. Hi, I'm Kim. I'm 23. I have posters of Sailor Moon, Harry Potter, and zombies in my bedroom!
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Last but not least, my parents just celebrated their 33rd wedding anniversary. My dad got my mom patio furniture and cushions as her anniversary present. For his anniversary present, my mom let my dad buy a gun for his birthday.
If I'm ever married that long, can I please be more appropriately interesting? I shall demand a unicorn and a jetpack for my 33rd wedding anniversary.
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(very proud of myself that I already had "unicorns" and "jetpacks" LJ tags)
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The Deathly Hallows Bluray disk is so amazing, I want to lick it. I've been watching the special playback where Jason Isaacs hosts commentary and scene-appropriate interviews and clips. The associated content pops up while the movie is playing-- a documentary on the tents when they show the wedding tent in the movie, or information of Malfoy Manor during the Death Eater meeting (I still feel that MM should have been more Rococo-Meets-Regency than Elizabethan-meets-Gothic. It's too heavy and dark and empty to give off any of the peacock-y grandeur the Malfoys have)
Let me say that Jason Isaacs is a very amazing man who makes my heart go all a flutter. But that's just the loopy fangirl on Benedryl in me speaking.
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Speaking of Lucius (sorta), I don't need a cheerleader for the LBB. I need a slave-driver, who'll sit behind me and crack the whip, and otherwise nag and pester me until I show proof that I've been actually working. Yeah, I know-- "You signed up for it. Take some responsibility and write on your OWN, you big slacker. Stop acting like a high schooler and WRITE." That would be taking the MATURE route. And I'm being laaaazy.
(Actually, I've been reading more than writing. The DMHG fic exchange is currently going on and there's been some gorgeous stuff put out, even though I sort of hate the DM/HG pairing because it's so cliche anymore. And a friend got me hooked on this novel-length Remus/Sirius MWPP-era fic, even though I adamantly stated I don't care for slash (harder to fantasize, and yes, I'm that geeky AND shallow). That's okay, because I immediately turned around and got her hooked on Labyrinth fic.)
Speaking of which, the Labyrinth fic exchange is about to start up! I'm not so dumb as to sign up, because I think that'd just turn into failure, but I'm excited to read!
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Little Brother's piano recital tomorrow. Performing a Beethoven something or other class 8 (aka: really freaking insane). With a broken toe on his right foot (aka: the pedal foot). I keep joking with him to keep him from freaking out. Like, whenever he goes to play the ending, lately, he's been yelling at us, "Cross your fingers!" So I told him, "How much would you hate me if I stood up in the middle of the song, 'CROSS YOUR FINGERS, FOLKS! BOY'S GUNNA NEED ALL THE LUCK HE CAN GET TO PULL THIS ONE OUT OF HIS ASS!'" and he told me, "Dooooo itt!!!"
I'm not that crass, but I -do- wish I could sneak in stale popcorn to throw at him every time he flubs a note. Good for performance and all that jazz. You know. Not that 9/10s of the people at the recital will be able to tell if he flubs. Even his teacher is constantly amazed at Little Brother's ability to bullshit his way out of everything, including key flubs.
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Dad bought himself a semi-automatic .45 for his 55th birthday. He also bought a bunch of paper targets for target practice. Today, he presented me a "gift" to hang on my wall-- a zombie target with four shots in its head (dead!), thirteen shots in its torso (useless), and one shot in its groin (hilarious). It's getting hung up on my bedroom wall. Hi, I'm Kim. I'm 23. I have posters of Sailor Moon, Harry Potter, and zombies in my bedroom!
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Last but not least, my parents just celebrated their 33rd wedding anniversary. My dad got my mom patio furniture and cushions as her anniversary present. For his anniversary present, my mom let my dad buy a gun for his birthday.
If I'm ever married that long, can I please be more appropriately interesting? I shall demand a unicorn and a jetpack for my 33rd wedding anniversary.
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(very proud of myself that I already had "unicorns" and "jetpacks" LJ tags)