The End

Dec. 1st, 2004 10:29 am
listersgirl: (Default)
It started as a conversation about NaNoWriMo and other writing projects in which I expressed my disbelief that anyone could manage to write 500 words a day. Although in a slightly less articulate form - I believe the words 'as if!' were uttered.

But then [livejournal.com profile] sarcasma pointed out that I write something on LJ nearly every day, and some of those entries get close to 500 words, and I thought, well, hey, then why don't I just pretend that LJ is my novel?

And FauxNoWriMo was born.

I found a book to steal the chapter titles from (because I was too lazy to make up my own) and vowed to write every day in November and see how many words I ended up with. Of course, I didn't look that hard for a book, so I ended up with one that had 35 chapters, so I had to write even more. Horrors!

Final tally: I wrote nearly every day - I missed the one day that I was home sick from work. And apparently I wrote 8366 words, which is...really not much. And not even close to 500 a day. Bwa.

Still, that's a lot of entries, for me. I may never write anything again.


ETA: Erm, the book is Bloodsucking Fiends by Christopher Moore. Which you should read if you haven't. Yes, I mean you! I was going to make you all guess, but someone brought it up in my comments a few days ago, which would have made it much too easy. :)
listersgirl: (bpal - missanthropy)
This is the third time in as many weeks that I have attempted to reference a specific conversation that I *know* was had on LJ, but haven't been able to find it. Brain*spork!

Anyway, that was all leading up to the fact that today I am wearing Lampades, which I am quite certain was the subject of a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] sarcasma, in which she declared, based simply on the ingredients, that it was obviously designed just for me and they should really just name it after me.

And she's right.

The Lampades are the darkly beautiful nymphs of the underworld, also called the Lethe Nymphae Avernales. They are the daughters of the Gods that govern the many rivers of Hades. The Lampades are Hecate's torch-bearers and accompany the Goddess on her hunts, quests and revels. Their scent is the crisp, inviting bittersweet tang of cranberry with smoky dark lilies, heady, sensual musk, a tingle of ginger and a brush of Mediterranean spices.

Absolutely brilliant. Juicy cranberry - and by now I know that I'm a complete sucker for berry scents - with an underlying hint of Queen of Sheba-esque spices and something darkly warm (the musk?). And the floral isn't overwhelming at all. Love it so very much. When I first put it on, I was so excited I started jumping around the room, that's how much I love it.
listersgirl: (jack sword - teh_indy)
1. Happy birthday [livejournal.com profile] mellyflori! I hope this is your best year ever! You totally deserve it.

2. Exactly one year ago today I met [livejournal.com profile] starfishchick for the first time, as we descended up the craft fair, notebooks in hand. Now I can't imagine my life without her in it.

Hon, thank you so much for being my friend. You support me, counsel me, make me laugh, encourage me to try new things, and appreciate all my dorky moments. Because of you I am a better person, and I only hope I give back half of what I get out of our friendship.

3. In celebration of this momentous anniversary -- ok, not really -- we threw ourselves at the craft fair again (omgourloveissohandcrafted), this time accompanied by [livejournal.com profile] idella, [livejournal.com profile] dramaqueen_23, and DramaKing. A fabulous time was had by all, and I now have bags of (mostly edible) things which are almost entirely not for me. Lucky other people.

4. Today I am wearing Vixen:

Lascivious, flirtatious, and vampy as hell. A true heartbreaker’s perfume. The innocence of orange blossom tainted by the beguiling scents of ginger and patchouli.

Hmm. The patchouli was really strong when I first put it on -- even for me, and I like patchouli. But the orange blossom came through as the patchouli faded and it's quite nice now. I think I like it.

5. While watching The Greatest Canadian (but not too closely, because people debating makes me angstful) there was an ad for Monday Report with Rick Mercer, Peter Mansbridge, and George Stroumboulopoulos, who is now also on CBC. The contrast was bizarre, but it made me abnormally happy.
listersgirl: (bpal - missanthropy)
Bewitched

Deep, luscious green and berry scents that evoke images of woodland witchcraft and the raw power of nature: blackberry, sage, green tea, wild berries and dark musk.

This goes on sweetly berry and ends sweetly berry, but it has a wonky flowery perfume in the middle. So far, I haven't gotten much of the sage or tea, but I think I need to try it again and see what develops.
listersgirl: (movie me)
I just had another person tell me how much I reminded her of Claire from Six Feet Under, in looks and in mannerisms. This was after I'd been helping her for all of 2 minutes, and that was the first time we'd met. I get this all the time these days.

Crazy.

Have a fabulous weekend, everyone!
listersgirl: (otp - jess79)
I miss [livejournal.com profile] sarcasma! She needs to come back from vacation. No more fun in the sun, missy.
listersgirl: (bpal - missanthropy)
I've been trying to hold out, but last night I succumbed...and tried all my new BPAL scents. See, I still have everyone else's, so I was trying to wait until we all got together, but they were just sitting there tempting me, and I couldn't wait any longer. So I ran them all up and down my arms. I think I picked well this time - out of 10 imps there were only 3 that I wasn't immediately enamoured with, and those were growing on me by the end of the evening (or possibly everything was just starting to smell the same).

Today, I'm wearing Akuma:

Devilish temptation, as sweet as sin: blood orange, neroli, and raspberry.

It smells like a drunken orange. Yum. Very sweet at first (although not candy sweet - there's definitely a bite), but eventually it mellowed out to something fruity and tart. Very enjoyable.
listersgirl: (bitch elrond - echo)
Ok, that was SNOW on the rooftops this morning.

Nooooooo!

I'm not ready.

And, I'm sure, neither are you, because now begins the winter phase of my obsession with the weather. Lucky you! I know I've said this before, but I never read, talked, or even thought about the weather before I moved out east. I don't really remember having weather while I was growing up. I certainly don't remember ever thinking about it to the stupid extent that I do now.

Oh well, I guess the fact that we've dropped below zero means that I should drag out the winter hat and coat (which, by the way, I did not manage to get drycleaned, even though that's been on the to-do list since about April, and there's a drycleaner across the street).

On the plus side, there is now no excuse not to buy more tea. Mmm, tea.
listersgirl: (grr argh - jess79)
I've been in a weird headspace for the last couple of weeks. If only this could all be solved with a nap. )

Anyway.

On to happy things!

It's [livejournal.com profile] biascut's birthday today! Have a fabulous birthday! Er, ::checks clock:: I hope you had a fabulous birthday? Time differences are not my friend.

Also, I stayed home sick yesterday. Go stomach flu. Which wouldn't normally be a happy thing, but I was pretty much better by noon, and I spent the afternoon watching Popular and not feeling guilty about not being at work. Although I do feel slightly guilty about not feeling guilty.

And it's craft fair season. Whee! I went (as in, took the elevator downstairs at lunch) to the Moose Show last week, which only barely counts as a craft fair - it's mostly an artisan show, meaning everything is gorgeous and far too expensive for me. But it was a nice warm-up. This weekend is the fabulous Signatures fair, next weekend is the exclusive Out of Hand fair, and there are many others besides. Jams of the world, watch your back. I'm coming for you.
listersgirl: (otp - jess79)
It's been decided -- we didn't find anyone to sublet, so [livejournal.com profile] vestra is packing up all her stuff and putting it into storage, before heading back to her cruise gig, and we're giving notice at the end of the month.

Which means I have to move. Blech. I mean, I'm not exactly sad to be leaving this place -- it's cute, and it's been very good to us, but the new management sucks and doesn't do anything around the building, so it's getting a little nasty. Plus there's the whole 'takes forever to get anywhere' thing, aka 'Why the hell aren't we on a subway line? Waiting for the bus sucks the very life out of me.'

But moving is a pain. Literally, in many cases. This time, though, I'm not making anyone help me move (not that they would, after the disaster that was last time -- I still feel guilty about that). I'm going to suck it up and hire movers, even though the thought freaks me out. I'm not nearly grown-up enough to deal with this. If only my parents didn't live on the other side of the country.

First, though, I have to find a new place to live. And I don't know - by myself, or try to find a roommate? I think I'd like to live by myself, but rents are so high here that I'm not sure I can afford it, especially not in the areas that I want to live (meaning, closer to downtown and on a subway line). But the thought of moving in with someone I don't know is kind of frightening. What if we hate each other? I know one person who's looking for a flatmate, but he really needs someone right now, plus his place is even farther away than mine, although on the other side of the city. And there's one other person who may be needing a roommate for February, but she lives in a very scary neighbourhood. Yes, I'm picky. So?

ANGST.

I guess I need to figure out how much I can really afford, and then start looking around, seeing what's out there. I'm pretty sure that if I can bring myself to live with strangers I could find a place fairly easily, so I'll look around for a one bedroom first. Preferably somewhere that's not hours away from [livejournal.com profile] sarcasma's or [livejournal.com profile] starfishchick's, and then maybe people will come over more. :) Also, people who have been to my apartment, I am getting rid of the Free Couch of Suckitude. That bitch is not making the move with me, no way. So you might actually be comfortable when you come over (once I buy a new couch, that is, because until then we're all sitting on the floor).

Dude, between Christmas, going home, all the theatre that's happening right now that I want to see, buying a new couch and moving, I'm going to be enjoying quite the credit card debt. Whee?

(Meanwhile, I went for a walk at lunch, and now I'm eating orzo lentil soup that I made last night from [livejournal.com profile] genarti's recipe. It's very tasty, although the orzo sucked up most of the liquid, so I should probably just call it stew at this point. And one of my co-workers has a CD I need on her desk, but she absolutely insists it's not there. I'm waiting for her to go for lunch so I can steal it.)
listersgirl: (sark - anniesj)
Movies opening in the next few months that I actively want to see:

Finding Neverland
Kinsey
Bad Education
Easy
Closer
Life Aquatic
Ocean's Twelve
Bride and Prejudice

Of course I probably won't manage to see any of them. Unless I can convince everyone that one of them would make an excellent Christmas Eve movie. I don't have high hopes. :)

Thank pete for DVDs.
listersgirl: (mandy sum up - jess79)
It's very grey and rainy outside. Not exactly conducive to leaving the house. But we're going to brave the weather and go for brunch. Mmm.

First, though, I must shower. I am covered in (mostly) not particularly flattering perfume oils. Yes, our enormous BPAL order finally arrived. And no customs charge, which is shocking. We're going to have a smelling party, but [livejournal.com profile] vestra will be likely gone by then, so we were trying her oils and some of the free samples. Florals and me are unmixy things. Also, I have about 12 different scents on, so it's a little overwhelming.

I was lazy and chose sleep over yoga this morning. I've been so tired lately that I think that was a wise decision. Even so, I'm just about ready for a nap. Maybe brunch will wake me up.

Plans for today: brunch, groceries, handwash (which I already did, go me), clean kitchen, date (eep!).

There now, don't you feel better for hearing the minute details of my life?
listersgirl: (books)
Booktalk

Steve Almond Candyfreak

Steve Almond is obsessed with candy. He swears he hasn't gone a day of his life without eating candy, even the day after he had dental surgery, and he wants to spread the gospel of candy. Reminiscing about candy he loved as a kind, visiting independent candy makers and philosophizing on the role candy plays in America, Almond shares his love with delight and joy. And, incidentally, makes me want to eat more candy, which is really not something I need help with.

Meg Cabot The Princess Diaries

Hi. Look at me - I got sucked into the YA lit again. Whatever, it was a cute book.

Tamora Pierce Lioness Rampant

Meh. I really didn't like the ending of this book, which kind of made me disappointed in the whole series.

Mary Doria Russell Children of God

This is the sequel to The Sparrow, but really, to me it read like a direct continuation, because it wouldn't really stand on its own. On the one hand I very much liked it, because the author raised a bunch of very interesting questions about the effect we have on other civilizations (alien, in this case, but it has parallels in anthropology and colonialism), but I did find that it diluted the horrifically powerful ending of the first book. Both books are deeply immersed in theology, and it would have been interesting to read them if I held any kind of religious or spiritual beliefs; as it was, it was almost like hearing a foreign language - fascinating but incomprehensible.

David Sedaris Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim

This man's family is utterly crazy. I can't even imagine. So much fun to read, though. It's just something about the way he writes that makes stories even funnier.

***

In other news, Cy Coleman is dead. Sad. I saw The Life on Broadway the one and only time I've ever actually made it down to New York. He will be missed.
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The end of the world is nigh!

The apocalypse is here!

I have a date.

Seriously, this is a hell freezes over, blue moon, once in a lifetime, never-before-never-again event. So obviously it's a portend of vast, worldwide disaster. Tidy your affairs, kiss your loved ones, and beware floods and screaming hellbeasts on Saturday.
listersgirl: (bitch elrond - echo)
I think my tolerance for irritating people on TV is coming to an end. Or possibly just my ability to watch said irritating people without anyone else there with me.

I was watching TAR last night, and I realized about halfway through that was thoroughly annoyed with everyone* and I really just wanted them all to shut up. Thank god [livejournal.com profile] vestra is back ([livejournal.com profile] vestra is back! Yay! Ok, so she's leaving again soon, but still!) and might be around next week to sustain me through my angst.

Also, spoilers )

*Except Phil. I could never be annoyed with Phil.

PS. My email spellcheck program recognizes 'potlines', but not 'plotlines'. Buh? I don't even know what they mean by 'potlines'.

PPS. [livejournal.com profile] starfishchick, do you have the RotK soundtrack?

PPSS. I'm listening to the new Rufus album right now. I'm very happy.

PPPSS. I feel like ditching all my icons and getting all new ones. I'm bored, y'all. If anyone has any objections to this (heh), now is the time to speak up.
listersgirl: (r&g confuse - jess79)
Happy birthday [livejournal.com profile] angiv!

~

Things I learned from Monday Report:

1. For Better or For Worse is ending sometime in the next five years.
2. Olympic gold medalist Kyle Shewfelt is very adorable.

~

I'm a little sad that I won't be able to watch the second half of the terrible disaster movie that I accidentally sort-of watched on Sunday, but Wednesdays are too full of TV as it is. However, my disappointment is nothing compared to my excitement that The Amazing Race starts again tonight! Yay! Another season of pretending that I could totally climb that ladder faster than anyone else.

~

It was really crowded at the gym last night; far more than usual. I had to wait for every machine, even when I shuffled my program and did some substitutions. I don't like it when it's that busy, partly because I'm a selfish whiner, but also because with that many people around I feel like I'm in a cult or something. And what is it about personal trainers that inspires people to tell them such private stuff? The woman on the bike beside me was definitely taking the 'personal' part too far.

~

If Tomato Nation disappeared, I would be very sad.

~

Running total of days in which I have managed to not spill yogurt on myself: Zero.
listersgirl: (Default)
Maybe you heard that last week I wrote this smutty piece of Lost fic. I have no idea where it came from, because I don't write fanfic. I figured it was a random fluke that needed to be put down on paper, and that would be that.

Except I was wrong, because I wrote something else. Last night, after sitting bolt upright in bed (and I honestly thought that was just a turn of phrase and not something that people actually did) at midnight and fumbling for my glasses, because trying to write without them meant that three lines took up the whole page. Yeah, I don't know either.

So, anyway, if you want to continue believing that I'm not someone who writes fic, then this is your cue to move on.

Otherwise, I present to you:

Fate
Charlie/Claire, Charlie/Boone

Fate knows what it's doing, he thinks, and gives himself over )
listersgirl: (Default)
It's perfect soup weather these days, don't you think? ("You", in this case, meaning people who are experiencing the same fall-to-winter, hovering around zero weather that I am.)

So I am soliciting for soup recipes. Vegetarian, please, but other than that I'm easy; I like pretty much anything.

And, because turnabout is fair play, here is the recipe for the extremely tasty black bean soup I made last week.

Mmmm, soup )
listersgirl: (Default)
Happy Diwali and Eid!

My neighbourhood has a wonderful festival air this weekend. People everywhere, streets blocked off. There's an enormous video screen showing Bollywood films, and there've been fireworks every night since Wednesday. It's really fun, at least from in here. I'm sure it would be fun out there, too, but I don't really feel like being around all those people.

For dinner tonight I ate a box of cookies. It was a small box - only 15 cookies - but still. I thought you all needed to know that.
listersgirl: (r&g confuse - jess79)
Of course the problem with the bonus day off in the middle of the week is that it's very hard to get up the next morning. I have a vague memory of the alarm going off, but I managed to fall right back to sleep, staying zonked out through Andrea Ratuski, that damn annoying thingy that announces the top of the hour, World Report, weather, sports, and Tom Allen's opening remarks. Bleargh. And I've been craving a chai soy latte all morning. This is not unusual -- I often crave the chai soy latte, because the chai soy latte is, in fact, crack* -- but I don't ever do hot drinks in the morning, due to too many years of burning my tongue on the hot chocolate that my dad used to make for me before school. A nice idea, but not too easy to drink when you only have 10 mintues for breakfast. Dear Body: Do not confuse the listersgirl. She is plenty enough confused without your help.

Ok, y'all. My man Tommy Douglas is still in first place, and Don Cherry has fallen in the standings, so I don't have to kill myself. I'm getting a little worried for Tommy, though - apparently London (Ontario, not England - I'm pretty sure they don't care) is running a huge campaign to get everyone in the city to vote repeatedly for Frederick Banting. Now, Fred was a great guy, developing insulin and all, but I don't think he deserves to be Greatest Canadian, because what he did didn't affect Canada specifically in any way.

The episode on Lester B. (aka Mike) Pearson was fabulous. Of course, it had the advantage of a) a subject who was around during the TV years, so there was lots of footage to use, b) someone who, were it not for Tommy Douglas, I could easily see myself promoting, and c) Paul Gross as advocate (who, incidentally, is filming a movie in the parking lot under my bathroom window on Monday. I think I feel a cold coming on). Also, there were no gratuitous driving shots. Sort of. There were gratuitous bumper cars, trains and airplanes, but at least that was new.

Lost ramblings, the non-squee version - it's safe to click, llamacran )

Spam: STOP THE PORN
Me: But...I like porn!
Spam: *PORN* *PORN* *PORN*
Me: Ahhhhh! Ok, not your porn.
Me: ::runs back to safety of porn with proper punctuation and good grammar::
No, I did not actually *open* the spam. What kind of fool do you think I am? The subject lines were scary enough.

ps. [livejournal.com profile] mistress_wanda! There's an icon here that you need. No, really.

*And I remember having a long discussion about this somewhere, but I can't find it. And the supposed 'search this journal' function does not, in fact, search this journal. Bah.

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