is it sad that I'm looking forward to this?

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we only come out at night

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I keep thinking about painting (the walls, not a fresco). Several things need to happen before I can do that.

* wait for it to warm up enough to leave the door open for aerating purposes

* wash the walls (a cat lived here and there is no doubt hair and other gunk I can't see); however, before I wash the walls, I must:

* figure out how to do this without stripping or eroding the plaster

* remove whatever is on the walls (frames, masks, etc.)

* vacuum the floors, so that dust and dirt aren't kicked up while I'm washing or painting the walls; but before I can vacuum the floor, I must:

* move everything out of the room to some other room where it will probably get underfoot and annoy me

I'm going to need a long warm weekend for this project.

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go fish

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Headphone cord fishing... Ooh, caught a big one! [by the button on his jeans] ... YAY! x

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yes, you heard right

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"Erm, I was looking for a book by Russell Brand, but I can't find it where the kiosk is telling me it should be ... Do you have any idea where else it might be in the store?"

"Is it listed as 'In Stock'?"

"Yep." I wouldn't be bothering if it weren't.

"And the title?"

"... Erm. ... My Booky Wook." *blush* It's not until you have to ask for it aloud that you realise how utterly ridiculous you sound by desiring it.

*smirk* ... Clickclickclickclick goes the keyboard. "And the author is Russell Banks?"

"Brand."

"Brand." ... Clickclickclickclickclick ... "And the title again?"

ARGH. ... Why do I get the feeling he's doing this on purpose? ... "My Booky Wook." *grimace*

"Right." Clickclickclickclick ...


And after that and a browse through the featured stacks (something I'd already done before asking for assistance), he couldn't find the book anyway. He asked if I wanted to order it, but I didn't bother. One, there's a Borders across the street. And two, I had a feeling he'd just make me give him the information all over again.

So I went over to Borders, and, lo and behold! They had plenty of copies in their Media section. I would've been lost in Biographies (where Barnes & Noble had it listed) if I hadn't done a search at their kiosk as well. And I begin to wonder if it wasn't in B&N's Media section, too ... Oh, well!

Also, the clerks at Borders were much less judgmental about my purchase. Or, rather, they were judgmental--but in a approving and non-mocking way.

So--I'm now a proud owner of My Booky Wook (but not so proud that I appreciate having to repeat the title aloud too often to people who have no idea who Russell Brand is, let alone having any concept of his particular level of silliness that would warrant such a title).

I really am happy to have the book, though. I think it'll be an entertaining read.

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degree of extreme

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The cover of the Spring 2009 BU Arts & Sciences reads:

"BU (extreme) South - Geomorphologist David Marchant and his team of students discover Antarctica's secret past"

But, of course, because I'm still stuck at the mountains of madness, "secret past" makes me think of starfish-headed tentacle aliens in a labyrinthine city ...

And then Professor Marchant's Earth Science class, but that was pathetically secondary in my thought process. Yeah, I had a 9 AM class with him in Freshman year, and it was about as stirring as Lovecraft's "Mountains" (unfortunate for a morning class and a morning read, respectively).

Marchant is like my very own Dyer, and because of this little morsel of information regarding his travels, I will now be imagining him in place of my original mental sketch of Professor Dyer (in spite of the fact that Marchant is actually much younger than Dyer is meant to be). Yay!

~*~

I've listened to about a half-dozen of these in the past two days. "About," because I downloaded the first six but fell asleep listening to one last night.

My original notion of Russell Brand came from that Andrew Sachs prank phone call business. I listened to the audio of the radio programme long after the fact, and it wasn't so much scandalous to me as it was blown way out of proportion. I heard about the VMA nonsense a bit later, but I didn't really care ... because, well, I don't care about MTV.

But after watching Brand's special from New York City on ComedyCentral, my opinion of him has improved. Sure, he's an eccentric little giraffe (and a manwhore, to boot), and a lot of his routine is specifically grounded in moments of personal embarrassment, but he also has this marvelous ability to slip into beautifully poetic rambles. Very entertaining overall, so I went in search of more--and, indeed, found more.

Then, today I was watching movies on the Instant Queue and picked Penelope, because I remembered that a coworker had suggested it. And who should make a very brief cameo in that film but Russell Brand? I wasn't even paying attention at that point, to be honest (because I tend to web browse all the time); but then I heard that voice, to which I've become quite attuned with the aforementioned radio broadcast .mp3s and falling asleep to it and so on, and my brain went: Russell?! And there he was talking to James McAvoy's character! Very, very brief cameo, but it makes me feel as though my subconsciousness is dragging him around with me.

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"building a henge, are we?"

Local park getting own version of Stonehenge

WUT?



"Its monolithic stones will tower 7 feet above the ground with an additional 5 feet anchored into concrete rings below ground. The circle will be 20 feet across with a stone tablet in the middle."

... Tower? These stones are going to tower at 7 feet?


LOL with me now.

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"Hypnotized"

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New from TheJokerBlogs:

"Dr. Strange? ... Yeah. And I'm Professor Giggles."



"There's only one thing we do--and it helps both of us."

HO. LY. CRAP.



ETA: Actually, the guy playing Dr. Strange makes me LOL at the end every time I watch this.

"You son of a BEEECH!" XD

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my fandom isn't naturally huggable

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So I'm working on making it unnaturally huggable.

I haven't worked out his face or hair or clothing yet (and, in saying that, I realise I've actually not done much at all--urgh), but this is my progress on my Joker plush.

Note: head not actually sewn into place yet; it's just balancing there for the picture.

... Well, I had to something with myself today.

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but ... I'm already AWAKE

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Snow day ... This never happens.

Not that I'm complaining, obviously; it's just weird. How much did we get, anyway?



So ...

I guess this means I go back to bed. Maybe.

Yes?

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