FAR EVILER

Feb 1^st - Cafepress has these Calendars that I don't especially like. Not that that aren't lovely but they're biggish wall-sized and I like to carry something with that I can carry and doodle on. Conveniently enough VistaPress gave me the option to sample their desktop calendars and I'm simply over the moon about it. The best feature is personalizing it, adding in all the holidays, wiccan, urban, con dates, birthdays etc. and having them neatly included beneath the glossy finish.

[Poll #928077]Essentially, I'll do it through paypal but, if I do it this way I can e-mail you an invoice and you can pay either through paypal or with a credit card or what have you. And shipping is for them to send it to me, not me to send it to you. So, I don't make a profit really, but it's just sort fun and new yearsy and a Yay thing to do.

Feb 2^nd - Some More Covers XD.

Blink 182 - Seasons of The Sun [Terry Jacks cover]
Cake - I Will Survive [Gloria Gaynor cover]
Placebo - Bigmouth Strike's Again [Smiths cover]

I have a number more but they're mostly live and therefore of lesser quality. Should I bother?

Feb 3^rd - Insomnia is like an Evil Ex that doesn't know when to quit. All you have to do is mention her in passing and BAMM she's all up in your face.
I've caught up with some shows in the mean time:
Feb 4^th - Feb 5^th - Sat up first thing this morning and the world spun out from beneath me. Every item of food I'd digested in the twelve hours previous soon followed.

Feb 6^th - I really hate sitting around and doing nothing. Really, there was nothing left to do when you can't even sit upright without a wedge, but to catch up with even more TV.

Feb 7^th - So, very fucking ill. Managed to get the Laptop up and running for the first time since...the last time I was on bedrest. :(

Jan 15 - Spent half the day getting dressed to go all of nowhere. Kids suck. But watching Rattle & Hum to teach them about Martin Luther King Jr. sorta awesome.

Jan 16 -( INTESTINES!! )

Jan 17 - I'm still killing myself trying to get a hold of The Postal Service's cover of "Against The Odds". I thought this brilliant piece of resource here [link] would somehow be of help, but NOOOoooo the track provided is all of 29 second long. SUCH a tease! It only made me crave every item on their coveted little list that much more. I am d00m-ed.

The White Stripes - Jolene [Dolly Parton Cover] because it's listed in that cock tease of an article
REM - First We Take Manhattan [Leonard Cohen Cover] because makes me think of misstuesday
Everclear - Jessie's Girl [Rick Springfield Cover] because now that its stuck in my head, it might as well be stuck in yours

Jan 18 - I'm copy+pasting from jisuk DA account because I know there are people on my f-list who would resent not being informed.

<sub>"The last unicorn is coming out on a special edition DVD in WIDESCREEN and remastered audio/video so you can hear Amalthea's awful singing even better! Waaoh dudes. But here is the important part..

The writer of the novel and the screenplay, Peter S. Beagle, is still in legal battles about getting paid for it. He won't get any royalties from the DVD Osales either, frown. But if you buy it through Conlan Press he will get HALF of the profit and you can get it signed by him. And it's only $25! Signed by the writer, so much better than getting it through Amazon. And the unsigned one is only $15, which is cheap. You have no reason to get it anywhere else, unless you can't use Region 1 DVDs.

Click here to buy: [link]"</sub>

On a not entirely unrelated note: I have the Last Unicorn remix somewhere amongst the 26,000 tracks on my F-Drive. It is mislabeled and keeps freaking me out when it appears only on random then vanishes into the mist. Curses.

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Jan 19 - Ladies and Gentlemen, it is NOT winter in New York. That is certainly not snow I see out my living room window and that is definitely not crystallized breath haunting the native faces. What that is is God's precum, a practical joke on you whiners who don't know better. I'm telling you it is a set up and when you think you've whinged to your heart's content she is going to sit on your face and show you who ownz you. Currently I'm writing an epic letter to Santa and The Efret [not the one you imagine but the cool one who gets shit done] to get the message across next years that we're coming down and kicking your pubeless Assess!! You fucking pussies! Just for that I'm wearing something smart and going to see Bellmer Dolls while you congratulate yourselves on your on-line purchase of the matching set of gloves and scarves to wear to your Gay Prom, you posers you! I'm off to have mouth-sex with Vodka. So Fuck You.

If you were a real New Yorker you'd be http://www.crashmansion.com/ with me, pulling up a stool and show the likes how a REAL New Yorker forages for winter.

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Jan 20 - How mad am I that I forgot my camera on the way out last night. SO MAD. And it was such a good night, such a good night* it left me wanting . . . to work, of all things!

Only time appears to be doing that trick documented in Tim Burton's "Big Fish".

There are these torturous and extended moments when the earth stills and no amount of effort on my part bring me closer to my goal . . . and then suddenly I'm wrong and everything is right and perfect, and the guy in charge of the gears throw a switch and the world spins twice as fast to catch up and I'm left exhausted, enthused and utterly stunned.

I guess in that respect you could say I'm in love with my work.

*Remarkably, I came away with more bruises from fighting with seven children for space on the King Size than ALL of last nights scurrying about. Considering how this time last year, the result for a show of the same size were markedly different I am VERY impressed with myself . . . and very much with the kids, too.

Jan 21 - Lately I've taken to re-reading a Scandal in Bohemia, first time since I was maybe 12. Just bits and pieces before bed each night. I've decided I want Irene Adler. Not to have her, but to chase her. I think I maybe always did. TV Husband not withstanding there is so much to be said for the sort of attraction that needs chasing after. The unattainable.

Sick to think that all my romantic yens are equally as cruel as they are self-satisfying.

In a related but entirely random sort of respect; I caught up with my TV Husband on Soapnet earlier where he was arrested apparently for coming out as a lesbian. Bad writers, bad-bad writers. Shoddy detective work, illegal search and seizure, public inquisition without the reading of rights, circumstantial everything just all over the place. It's a good thing Jeffrey Carlson tosses his hair so prettily or I'd have to get a life in that 45 minute span when I wait for the five-year-old to get out of school.