After the hectic back-and-forth of Saturday, it only made sense to make Sunday more hectic, and more back-and-forth, if at all possible. (Look, it works if you're me.) So I had arranged to meet Jeanne and Matt at Fremont BART -- back-tracking much? -- and go off to spend the day at Great America with them, thus completing the process of making ( Read more... )

While there will be more, and deeper, thoughts on this movie in the hours to come, for right now, I must say only this:

How the heck did they convince me to play the Glass Walker, and firestrike to play the Nuwisha? It's against the natural order of things. I mean, I suppose it could be a very technologically-inclined Nuwisha, and a) a Shadow Lord with a ( Read more... )

Yesterday, as I was sitting in the Borders prepatory to returning from my lunch hour, my cellphone rang. It was firestrike, who was bumming around town with goweli, proposing that we get together for afternoon hanging-out purposes. Not being a fool (and not having any pre-existing plans for the evening), I agreed that this would be both shiny and keen, and when ( Read more... )

I fell leaving firestrike's place this evening. I twisted the living hell out of my right ankle, and bent my left hand at an angle that it's not supposed to bend at.

Yes, this sucked.

We have no idea how well I'll be able to walk tomorrow, if at all; that, only time will tell. I am cranky, on the whole, about this turn of events.

And that is all.

Matt just called me.

I am twenty-six years old.

( Love this way. )

( In which Seanan explains her Saturday. )

I hate my brain.

( What follows is a deeply disturbed tale of my nightmare. )

So after we had breakfast, I shoo-ed Chris out the door (he needed to go home and clean and stuff in preparation for company, all that good stuff) and started trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my Saturday. I needed to run laundry and pack for Texas -- this was pretty much my only window -- but that didn't take nearly as long as I ( Read more... )

Matt wrote this. It made me cry. Dedications.Dammit. Why do we run out of time? Why do we have to suddenly turn around and realize that the day just will not hold all the things that we need it to hold? It isn't fair. While I don't think that we should be able to spend every minute of our lives pursuing happiness -- a girl has got to eat -- I ( Read more... )

It's 'Buffy' night. If Anya and Xander don't get married, there will be weeping.

Matt and Chris have come over to prevent me from throwing Leela at the television. I'm making them tacos. Let's see who dies.

Very cranky.