I mostly keep this journal to keep up on fandom and fanfic. So when real life gets exciting (I recently became... um... "self employed"), I don't check in as often as I might.

So I was stunned last week when I opened LJ for the first time in about a month and learned about the LJ Strikeout. I felt the same sort of horror I feel when I hear about one ( Read more... )

At grocery store, I saw a bin of those tiny Delicato watermelons. The bin was marked, "Personal Watermelons ( Read more... )

I love Eliot and I love Rowling, and so this I love muchly. Thanks to Making Light for the link.

I've never seen the sex appeal of Gary Oldman. I find him utterly compelling, and I'm unable to tear my eyes away from him when he's onscreen, but I've never really thought him sexy. The Gary Oldman movies I remember most vividly are Prick Up Your Ears, Prisoner of Azkaban, Sid & Nancy and Lost In Space, in that order. Sexy characters? Nope. Don't ( Read more... )

Baron von Goolo's Museum of Horrors has settled on its subtitle this year. Last year, it was Baron von Goolo's Museum of Horrors and School for Wayward Girls. Before that, it was BvG's Museum of Horrors and Freak Show of Freakish Freaks, and before that, the Petting Zoo of the Unsettling (my favorite). This year, it's Baron von Goolo's Museum of ( Read more... )

It has been too long since the series finale... last November? Seeing it last night brought so many reminders of why I like it enough to stay up late, sometimes even watching the just-shown episode repeat.

• Uniforms. I love men in uniforms.
• Denis Leary's big, ugly nose. (He also has a Glare of Messy Death and lots of eyebrow action going on. With ( Read more... )

for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.Yesterday, after writing my entry about Father's Day, I took a break from the office for some tobaccofication and found it just as difficult to think about Dad in the sunshine and breezes as it had been in front of the computer. As I stood there sniffling, a woman (also tobaccofying) called over to ( Read more... )

I would have forgotten yesterday was Father's Day if American Roots on NPR hadn't done a whole show on fathers. I have a hard time thinking about my father with any kind of clarity. He was absent and silent in my childhood, working two jobs. He worked days as an electronic technician's aide at Bell & Howell, and after that, several nights a week, ( Read more... )

Let's see if this one shows up.


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Yesterday, I walked up to the Farmer's Market in the Park Blocks for lunch. I wanted one of those yummy Italian sausage sandwiches, but the queue wrapped around the sidewalk for about fifty yards, so I wandered around looking for something else ( Read more... )