Due to the fact that I still haven't figured out how to cram thirty-two hours' worth of activities into twenty-four hours, I didn't get my annual Valentine's Day entry out on time this year.  But just in case anyone was worried, no, having a boyfriend hasn't changed me at all--I'm not crammed full of estrogen, I promise.  For instance, this year, ( Read more... )

It's a common practice in storytelling to give the audience visual cues as to whether a character is good or evil, so we'll know who to root for.  The first example that comes to my mind is the movie Gremlins.  For those of you who never went to a slumber party in the 80s, I'll sum the movie up--the protagonist, Michael, gets a cute little animal ( Read more... )

O.K. troops, atten-tion.

*walks up and down the ranks like a drill sergeant* Listen up, team, I've got a question for you.  Who here is sick and tired of Scarlett whining about her tumultuous little life and wallowing in heinous self-pity?

*tilts head arrogantly and smirks* Well, why didn't you say so? I am, too.  It's a beautiful day outside, you ( Read more... )

The Saints are losing, surprise surprise--with three of their best players out and the apparent inability to complete a pass, a 72-yard run by Sproles hasn't been enough to put them ahead of Green Bay.  There's still two quarters to go, but Timber and I aren't holding our breath. *hugs the plush wolf sitting beside her*  So while we watch, let's ( Read more... )

As my current icon may indicate, the best discovery I've made this month by far has to be the complete DVD set of a cartoon I adored when it was on the air, Pirates of Dark Water.  Originally a five-part miniseries that eventually extended to 21 episodes, Dark Water was fun, colorful and entertaining, and while I'm upset that it was cancelled ( Read more... )

"My mother always said the universe is right on schedule.  Everything happens for a reason." (Logan Cale, Dark Angel)

Still injured.  Still in pain.

But that didn't stop everyone at work from giving me shit all day, about my timesheet, about my attitude, about the tears of pain I couldn't hold back.  It didn't stop Danielle from refusing to take me to Pennsylvania this weekend, even though I'd been looking forward to it for weeks.  It didn't stop her from calling ( Read more... )

At eleven-thirty on Monday night, I hobbled back to my small apartment and tried to remember the last time I'd been there.  I knew it hadn't been the eight hundred years my mind was insisting.

One more problem, I decided, and I was out of solutions.

Rewind to twenty-four hours earlier, when I was collapsed to the floor, fluttering in and out of ( Read more... )

This has got to be one of my favorites from the archives.

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