My name is actually an acronym for something sexy. Yes. It. Is.



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We hit the jackpot at Blockbuster recently. Four movies for less than ten dollars, and also one free movie for every one you rent. So, we got eight. I shall report on them in roughly the same order in which they were viewed.

( Ah, The Joy of Movies )

So, I'm at Grammy and Papa's house, and anyone who is ANYONE knows that Grammy rules over the television in the living room the way Stalin ruled over Russia--totally and ruthlessly. Tonight, however, as we were watching House Hunters I turned to her:

Bee: [casually] How about we watch The Daily Show and The Colbert Report at eight tonight ( Read more... )

So, anyone who knows me is well aware of the fact that I cannot cook very well. I have a long history of kitchen misfortunes. I also have a history of clever excuses for them. The time my sister and I made a cake and overflowed the oven with dough? That was totally my sister’s fault, because she told me it was it would two cups of baking soda ( Read more... )

It's a little weird how your tastes change. This is especially true for food, as my dear best friend loves to point out:

Edict: But you used to love mayonnaise! And hate ketchup!

I still contend that it is fine to change your mind about things. This is especially true concerning literature. I finished reading Huxley's Brave New World at two a.m. ( Read more... )

So, we're heading into Albertsons to get some fried chicken for dinner (Mmmmm, chicken with ranch dressing...) and do you know what foul unholiness I behold? "Cheep Chicken." Yes. "Cheep." There were multicolored fliers everywhere, advertising this "cheep" chicken.

Bee: [loudly] Oh my God! They misspelled "cheap." That is so awful. That is so ( Read more... )

So, I recently went to Portland with the grandparents (who are so unspeakably awesome that Awesomeness itself makes like one of the Endless and assumes human form, only to bow down to my grandparents who, if you will recall, are totally wicked awesome). Powell's bookstore is pretty much the best place ever, but I shall not regale you with tales of ( Read more... )

So, my friend edictofnantes has a psycho family. She also has a curious predilection for penguins in fanfic that borders on being a very disturbing fetish indeed. Such is her penguin love that she once spent days in a futile search for a Sheppard/McKay fic with constantly broken links, because it featured penguins. Normally I tease her about her obsession, ( Read more... )

I tend only to jump into things once they have been around for some time--

[Bee: Hey, this Queen stuff is really good! How long have they been around?
Exasperated Friend: Decades, dear. One of them is even dead now.
Bee: Oh.--so it follows that the whole LJ thing wouldn't be terribly different. Here's to hoping it's a fun creative outlet...Or, at ( Read more... )