I finally saw the new Bond film.

Jenai, you asked if I liked it, and the answer is absolutely YES! You never mentioned how hot Pierce is as Scruffy!Bond - ROWR. I think I prefer Scruffy!Bond to Suave!Bond.

And the FENCING! Seriously, I could have watched those two "cockfight" for the whole two hours. Best scene of the movie. Oh man. Toby in the wifebeater... that was an unexpected nummy little treat. I hated his hair though. I know that it was all the character, but here's the film that'll introduce him to a huge audience, and they part his hair over way too far... oh well. I still enjoyed my Snarling!Toby ogling. He really was snarling... I totally see that now.

Anyway, lusting aside, I really had fun. I don't usually go to see "popcorn flicks", so it was a really nice change of pace for me. All of the actors were well cast (loved Rosamund Pike - what else has she been in?), although I wouldn't go to see Halle as Jinx in a spinoff film. She was wonderful, but I think it'd be a horrible move for her to make, careerwise. Sure, she'd make a lot of money, but she'd probably lose a lot of respect. I mean, Pierce was Remington Steele before Bond - hardly an Academy Award caliber actor. She's got far too much talent to become the female Nic Cage.

Okay. I have a lot to blog today, but first, I found this on Jenai's blog...


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So, yesterday was Thanksgiving. It was a pretty great day, once I got home from work. Actually, work wasn't all that bad, and I managed to get a lot of stuff done that I'd have been too busy to do on any other day. It was just me and the boss most of the day. He's really not a bad guy to work for when you don't have to pick up his slack. One of the bonuses of coming back in a new position. Instead of Assistant Manager, I'm just the "Beauty Advisor", which means I play with lots of makeup, all day long. I've spent the past week resetting the department, which has seriously gone to pot since I left. It looks so much better, and I'm only about 25% done. I just hate knowing that as soon as I leave again, it'll be a huge mess again.

C'est la vie.

Anyway, once I finally left work at three o'clock, it was family time. My grandmother, uncle and his three kids were all at the house when I got there. Now, this might get confusing, so let me break it down a bit. Cousin #1, 18, is in his first year at Amherst. Cousin #2 is the 15 year old cousin with SJS. #1 and #2 are from his first marriage. Cousin #3 is three years old and smart as a whip. From his second marriage.

This was my first time seeing #2 since she was diagnosed with SJS in August. Only immediate family could visit her in the hospital (although my mom did manage to sneak in a couple of times), because she was in the burn unit, and she was only released last month to a rehab hospital. I don't know, it's all a mess. She still can't open her eyes completely, and her skin looks so aged. Seriously, she doesn't look like a teenager. Her eyebrows are just starting to grow back in, but her hair is falling out. I mean, it honestly don't know how to describe it. Her coloring is patchy, her skin looks weathered, but that really doesn't explain anything.

She still has more surgery to go through. For her eyes, and for "other parts". Next week, she's having the "other parts" part of it done, and the Philadelphia hospital she had been at all this time has only done one, so she's going to Johns Hopkins down in Baltimore. They've done four, which is not really comforting. I mean, I know that SJS is really rare, but still... she's my baby cousin. And she's already been through enough. So this had better be hitchless. No hitches.

Moving on, we had a really good time yesterday. My uncle, Cousin #1, my mom, my grandmother and I were all hanging out in the dining room while the younger kids watched movies and my dad watched football. We got my grandmother to talk about how she met my Pop-Pop and all sorts of things. Very funny stuff. She was talking about the restaurants she used to dance at... not that kind - you sick perv. Anyway, she would dance with the soldiers before they shipped out. And she married my Pop-Pop using a fake name. There's actually a lot more to this story, but I'm kinda hungry.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to come up with a Holiday Screenname. For blogs, for message boards, for outgoing emails, anywhere and everywhere. It can be Christmassy, Hanakkah-y, Kwanzaa-y or even just Wintery.

For example, Kiefer might want to be "Jack Frost" instead of "Jack Bauer". Mmmm.... Kiefer. Speaking of which, I got this off Rach's blog:

Which "24" Character are You?

Take the test at www.24-uk.net

And have a Happy Thanksgiving! Especially those of you who also have to work!

Oh.

My.

God.

Next week's "24". Holy mother. Man. Dude. I'm still Bauergasming from that clip. Multiples. Hot. HOT HOT HOT.


And also:

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Truer words? Never spoken, my friend.

Oh. TakeCharge!Jack - That's a whole new level of Bauergasm there...

NINA! You BITCH!

For the record:

No father should EVER say "I love you too, Sweetheart" to a daughter in that tone of voice. That was pure sex. So you should all know that Kiefer was thinking of me at the time.

I just had my first Deangasm.

My goodness, that was hot. While they've made Lorelai an entirely unsympathetic character this season, they've also made Dean hot. "This is MY town." Completely hot. He has a spine. He has a life outside of Rory. I'm sure some will say that he's a bully, or an asshole, but Jess has been a petulant little asshole since day one and the teenyboppers all love him. The way I see it, he's been feeling all of that for months, but he dammed it up for Rory's sake. She's not in the picture anymore, so he has no reason to hold back. Jess deserves every bit of that anger that Dean unleashed on him and then some.

Actually, the only scene in the episode where I didn't hate Lorelai was the scene in Doose's. The one where she hit on Dean. Well, she did in my head. And that was pretty hot. Screw Christopher - Lorelai/Dean 4eva!

The other highlight - actually, I think it might be my favorite GG moment ever - was the Lane/Dave kiss. That whole subplot gives me tingles. "This Bible belongs to God, but Dave *insertDave'slastnamehere* is using it" - Priceless. And the thing about not being able to feel his hands? Total SV shoutout. Nice touch.

All-in-all, the episode was a bit uneven, a bit rushed, but they actually tied up a lot of the subplots at the end instead of leaving them dangling like they usually do. That was nice.

Okay, enough for now. Kiefer deserves my undivided attention.

For Pooh:



I think the monkey is copulating with the strawberry. Not too clear on what's going on... but still, I thought of you.

If you know what that means, I'm so sorry.

Bah. So, no Bond today. Looks like I have to wait for my day off - which is Friday. And that sucks.

Gah. Work. But after work, there will be Bond. So at least I've got something to look forward to...

Dude.

I just saw this ESPN commercial with Kiefer. On ice. Ice Hockey!Kiefer... Oh yes, there will be sweet dreams in Trixieland tonight.

Stolen from Jenai:

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Blame Pooh. This is kinda old, and still kinda short, but I rediscovered it yesterday and finally came to a ending point. I might continue futher, but I'm awful about completing fics. AWFUL. So anyway... here's a little Post-"Dead Drop", stream-of-consciousness Sydney ficcage. It's complete shite. Read on at your own peril.

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I quietly shut the door behind me, offering up a silent prayer that neither Will nor Francie was still awake. On certain occasions, it had been a relief to come home from a mission and see a friendly face. Not tonight. Not after this mission. Fortunately, at three in the morning both were fast asleep. I just want solitude. I just want to sleep. I just want to wake up in the morning to find that this was all just a dream, a nightmare. A nightmare would be welcome; it was the reality that I couldn’t bear. Grabbing a beer from the fridge on my way, I quickly slipped into my bedroom and locked my door behind me. Oh God, I just want to forget.

Lying awake under a pile of blankets (far too many to be reasonable in Siberia, let alone LA), I attempt to think harmless, benign thoughts. Francie’s restaurant opening was coming up soon. She had put a lot of work into it in a short amount of time. Great how Will was able to help her so much. Of course Will’s only able to help her because SD-6 has ruined his life.

I guess there are no harmless thoughts anymore.

I know that Will is going to want to know more about my latest mission. There’s a part of me that thinks that I could confide in him about this. I never could though. He kind of looks at me like I’m some sort of superhero now. And God help me, I need him to keep doing that. I need someone to believe in me, because I don’t anymore.

I blame myself entirely. I’m a professional. I’m an adult. It’s not the first time that someone has tried to kill me. I really shouldn’t be surprised. Every fiber of my being told me not to listen to her words too closely, not to let myself trust her. Every time I spoke with her, I reminded myself that she killed countless CIA agents, that she betrayed this country, that she was cold enough to walk away from a six year-old girl that adored her, that she was cruel enough to shoot that same girl, years later. I guess I never was successful with keeping my emotions out of it.

But, how could I? She’s still my mother. She must be ashamed of me. Not that I care what she thinks. I don’t. But I’m ashamed of myself. I know how dangerous she is; yet I let my emotions rule me. I let myself believe that her intentions were pure. And it almost cost me my life, and the lives of several other agents. I wanted so very much for some part of the woman I had idealized to be real, that I blindly walked into her trap. She’s the enemy. She’s my mother.

The flight home from Madagascar was almost entirely silent. What was there to say? Gee, Vaughn, sorry I almost led you straight into a death trap set by the woman who killed your father. Sorry that my personal issues almost got you killed, yet again. The worst part was that he actually wanted me to talk about it. I should be grateful to have such a selfless friend, but it only serves to remind me of how a real professional should behave. Reminds me of how much I lack.

Somewhere over the ocean, we ran into some turbulence. Thirty or forty minutes. An hour. Maybe only five minutes? I don’t know for sure how long it lasted, but I do know that that was the only time I actually felt any sort of relief. For a split second, I longed for the plane to fly into the sea below. Of course, it was then that I thought of my father. And that only made me feel worse.

I had trusted my mother more than I had trusted him. He warned me, countless times, to be cautious in the extreme when it came to her. And I just ignored his warnings. Surely, if any one of us knew her, he did. He had fallen into this same trap, and I knew that! I knew that he was only speaking from experience, but it wasn’t enough for me.

Part of me wants to confide in him. To tell him how stupid I feel, and how sorry I am. Ask his forgiveness. But I don’t know how. Our relationship has never worked in that fashion. It feels as though there will always be this wall between us. All the things unsaid. I don’t know why I don’t trust him. I just can’t. I wish I did.

The entire day had been a disaster. A complete and utter failure. If only we had been able to recover that manual. There would have been something there… something to give me just a little bit of insight into my mother’s world. Into her mind. Something to help me understand her, to help me not become her. God, I want to sleep.

It's just... she's my mother. She's my mother, and I just don't know anything anymore.

I remember her the way she was. Perhaps that's why I've trusted her. I remember that face, remember that voice. I can still hear her reading to me before bedtime, laughing with me during dinner, soothing me from all sorts of nightmares. The woman I remember was so gentle, so soft-spoken. I can't forget that woman, even though she's twenty years and a hundred lifetimes removed from me. There's so much I don't remember about my childhood; why is she the one thing that I can't forget?

When she would ask me about Thanksgiving plays and tell me about my grandmother, I just wanted so badly to believe that she was asking for the same reasons that I was answering. But it was all deceit. All a ploy to regain my trust. And I know better, I'm a professional. At least, I'm supposed to be a professional. I really shouldn't have to remind myself of that so often. I guess I'm just a big fraud.

Maybe I'm more like her than I thought. And that's what scares me most. I don't know her to know if I am like her. And who does? My father doesn't know her. He has knowledge of what she did to him, but the woman he actually knows is the same one who clouds my judgment. The CIA could give me a litany of her wrongdoings, but I've experienced them firsthand. That doesn't help me to know her. She killed Khasinau and he's the only person who might have... no. There's still Sark.

Oh, God. I need another beer.

Ficcage!

No, not the good kind - just Trix!Ficcage. And as you might have read in my quiz entries, I have "a sense for the different". Which means that I write total, complete, off-the-wall, unabashed junk. And that's how I like it!

So anyway, this is just a little tease for a "cross-over" fic I may continue. I actually wrote the beginning a month or so ago, as a joke when Pooh and I were lamenting the lack of Sarkfic. We do that almost every night though... Anyway, you've been warned...


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For fifteen minutes she stood in the doorway, watching his every move, completely unnoticed. For five more she stood there as he drank in the sight of her. It had been years since their last meeting. She hadn't expected that their paths would cross again. She once even thought that she didn't mind, yet somehow, she was here.

His body ached from sitting in the same position for so long. The past six hours had been spent deciphering Khasinau's private files. The old man had been hiding something, but it didn't seem as though the answers would come at once. With an inaudible sigh, he turned his head to the side, stretching the stiff muscles in his neck.

That's when he saw her. He could only imagine how long she had been standing there. Even in her scarlet trenchcoat and hat, she had always been able to blend into her surroundings. None of his guards was any match for her, and he found himself pitying them - if any were still living.

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but the words just weren't to be found. Three years had passed since he'd last laid eyes on her, and it seemed as though the years had treated her far more kindly than he ever had.

He finally found himself able to stand, and he rose and motioned to a nearby chair. Ignoring the pounding in his chest he managed to speak without trembling. "Ms. Sandiego. Won't you please sit down?"

Obligingly, she took the proffered seat, her eyes never leaving Sark's face. He was still the boy she remembered, age seemed to have no effect on him. Almost as if... She dismissed the thought before it was fully formed. While she wasn't one to obey the laws of logical reasoning, if there really were a fountain of youth, she'd have found it by now.

"It's been quite a while. Hasn't it, Andrew?"

"Indeed. It has." This was nonsense. There was no reason for this idle chatter, not between them. "What are you doing here, Carmen?"

"Let's just say that I was in the neighborhood and it occurred to me that I had an old friend in the area."

"What exactly is it that you want? It's been three years, I can hardly believe that this is purely a social visit."

"You're right, it's not a social visit."

"Then enough of the pleasantries, let's hear it."

"You have an interest in Rambaldi artifacts. I'll be recovering one tomorrow," Carmen noticed that she had his full attention now. She saw so many questions in his cerulean eyes, and the fact that he felt no need to mask his thoughts didn't escape her notice. "Let's just say that it's hidden inside the object of my desire. I have no use for it. You're welcome to it."

"These items are priceless. Why would you offer it up so freely?"

"You should know that I have no interest in material wealth. I already have far more than I need. What I'm lacking is manpower; it's a rather large heist, and I need someone to create a distraction."

"Surely one of your V.I.L.E henchmen can provide the necessary distraction?"

"Every last one of them will be otherwise occupied."

Sark silently contemplated the meaning of it all - Carmen's sudden reappearance in his life and a heist too large for her criminal empire. She wasn't lying about the Rambaldi artifact, and it unsettled him that she had found one without even looking for it. He had been so distracted with Irina's disappearance and Khasinau's apparent death that he hadn't been as focused on Rambaldi as he'd have liked. If Carmen had unwittingly stumbled upon one, there was no telling what some of his more focused foes had found. Then again, nothing Carmen did could be described as unwitting. And that unsettled him more than anything else.

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Heh. That seems like a good place to stop for the night...

The upcoming premiere of "Die Another Day" has my Toby Stephens love working overtime. For those of you who don't know who he is, let me provide you with some Twelfth Night Screencaps.



Duke Orsino
Mmmm.
Sighness.
Tub and Fire
More Tub and Fire
Steamy!
Awwww!


Anyway, Toby is one of my favorites. I disovered him in Twelfth Night, although I didn't really get hooked on him until I started searching for "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall" miniseries. He plays Gilbert (snerk @ Pooh), and I just adore him. I mean, anyone who stars in the film adaptations of my favorite play and one of my favorite books would automatically hold a special place in my heart.

Plus...

He's hot.

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Scary in a very good way, you're Fairuza Balk. Intense.

The scary part is that I've actually been told I look like her.


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Languid-Sexy.... You rock the messy hair and crisp white cotton sheet. Your idea of bliss is a day spent in bed with your lover. There is nothing wrong with that, though some people like to leave the bed at times. You're a total fox, even if you are a hedonistic bum.


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You are a freeform writer. Individualistic with a sense for the different and challenging, Walt Whitman and his poetry lacking meter and rhyme is just what the doctor ordered. You're quick to write something that the rest of the world doesn't accept as poetry, quick to separate yourself from the average joe. An author with a true sense of self, you have confidence in your abilities and aren't afraid to show it. :) GO YOU!


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Stolen from Karen T:


What's your sexual appeal?
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What kind of porno would you star in?
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Bondage movie! You're into BSDM (Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission) and chances are, you're fond of whips, chains, harnesses, and tight leather outfits. You like to mix a little pain with a LOT of pleasure, baby!

Who are you?
Marcos leads the Zapatistas in Mexico, who fight for the rights of the aboriginals there. Marcos has a big following because he's just so charming, and also because he never takes off his mask so nobody knows who he is. I named a teddy bear after him.

From Pamie's TWoP recap of last night's GG:
Rory climbs a tree and over to the window of...CuteDean. Y'all, someone needs to fire an art director. "A boy's room? I've never done a boy's room. I guess...what would teen boys like? Hmm...One dart board. Uh...one baseball flag-looking thing that they have in bars. One...picture of a guy playing football. Drew Bledsoe? I love Drew Barrymore, so this'll work. Oh, it's so boy-like and rugged! Great!" Rory knocks on Dean's gigantic, screenless window. Dean stops reading Sports Illustrated and walks over to the window hesitantly, as if at any moment Jess is going to drop down from the roof and start grabbing Rory's boobs. [CMSU!] He opens the window. Rory says hello. He asks what she's doing. She says she climbed the tree. "Why?" he asks. Rory says she was afraid that his mom wouldn't let her in, since she probably knows about their breakup and hates Rory. CuteDean says he hasn't told his mother yet. Rory babbles that eventually his mother will know, and the thought of her eventually hating Rory really sucks, because Rory likes his mom. Dean, actually, looks upset about the breakup, because he was the only one in that relationship for a while. Rory figures that Dean will probably tell his sister, too, and that then Clara will hate her. "Well, too bad, Rory," Dean says. "Somebody doesn't like you for once." Ooh! Nice one. I love CuteDean 3.0, y'all. [Me too!] He asks what she wants. Rory makes a lame comment about that girl who lived in a tree for a year. CuteDean starts to shut his window, saying he's got to go. Rory: "I want to say that I'm sorry." Dean: "For what?" Rory: "For treating you the way I did. For all the things you said. I am so, so sorry. It's all my fault. I don't know what's wrong with me. You were the most amazing boyfriend in the world. You made me so happy. You made me laugh. You made my mother like you. You were nice to my friends. You protected me. You even came with me to that stupid debutante ball." CuteDean stops her, saying he doesn't need the list. Good thing, because the next would have to be, "You put up with me kissing Tristan. Then I went and kissed another boy a different time. I like kissing boys that aren't you." [LMAO!] Rory says, "I really did love you." We all note the past tense form of the verb together. "Please believe that." CuteDean asks, "You with...him now?" Rory says she doesn't want to talk about him. "I just came to tell you that I'm truly sorry that I hurt you and that I'm going to miss you so much and I just hope that some day you won't hate me anymore." CuteDean lets out a big sigh and says, "I hope so, too." He shuts the window in Rory's face. He doesn't close the curtain, however, so she sits there watching him ignore her. Yeah. Take that, Rory. And hey, Jess? Nice that your kisses make her want to apologize to her ex-boyfriend. They remind her of shame.

Man. I love Pamie sometimes. When she's not talking about Christopher, we're on the same page. But when she gets all snitty about Christopher... well, I just don't want to talk about that right now.

Dude. Gah. "24". Gah! Nina! Eeeek! I seriously screamed when they showed her picture. I mean "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!NINA!" screamed. I knew that she was still a part of the cast, but somehow my suspicious little brain never even went there for a second.

The show is just so awesome. Mason is breaking my heart. And what is up with the whole wedding subplot? Obviously something, but what? Or who? I'm really doubting that Reza is a terrorist, that's too easy. Is it the father? The bride? Why does Tony show up there next week? Is Reza actually CTU or something? And as for Kiefer...

Mmmm. He was positively smoking tonight. I mean - ROWR. When he was moving toward those two guys during the gunfight... oh man. Bauergasm is not a strong enough word. That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. What is it about a man and a gun that I find so incredibly sexy? Between Sark and Kiefer, I need to join the NRA just for the eye candy. That was a joke. Save your "Charlton Heston is evil and guns are bad!" mail for someone who cares, Rosie.

And as for "Gilmore Girls" - I didn't hate it. It wasn't nearly as good as last weeks, but it had lots of Emily, which is ALWAYS good in my book. She was positively adorable in the Yale scenes with Richard when they were reminiscing (HEE!) about their courtship. Very cute stuff. And it was neat to see them addressthe whole housemaid revolving door situation.

I even enjoyed the whole "Hi." "Bye." conversations - at least I did the first time. Well played by Milo and Alexis. The kissing scene at Gypsy's... did he say what I think he said? Cause I think he did, that dirty boy...

But Lorelai - SHUT UP! Guess what? The reason you have all those problems with your dad is because you're an ungrateful heinous bitch. Get over yourself. We're not watching for you, we're watching for Dave. And he wasn't there. No dreamy Christopher, Lane or Paris either. So that's at least three strikes... which is bad or good depending on whether we're playing baseball or bowling. For the sake of this discussion, we're watching television, so it doesn't really apply.

My favorite scene - the window scene with Dean. Since when do I love him? Anyway, that scene - it was torture. I was curled up on my couch hugging a pillow because I was so sure she was going to say something to hurt him even more. When I realised where she was going I called out "Leave him alone, you little slut!" and I was rooting for Dean to walk over and close the blind. When he actually opened the window, I was rooting for him to push her off the roof. I tend to get a bit dramatic at times... He was the perfect guy in that scene. Again. I mean, he let her talk when he really should have just shut the window in her face or pushed her off the roof. He didn't interrupt with snarky little comments to everything she said, which he really should have done. Okay, so maybe he's not my perfect guy, but he's perfect for a gal who wants a nice guy. Hmmmm. That reflects badly on my husband, doesn't it? It shouldn't though, because my husband is very much a Dean. Wow. That's even worse, isn't it? I just said that Dean was not my perfect guy, then I compared my husband to Dean. Just ignore that whole analogy, it obviously needs some fine tuning.

So anyway, Dean was perfect and patient and much more calm than I would have been in that situation. He didn't shut her out completely when he would have been very justified in doing so. And I love that he didn't tell his mom. Because not everyone has a Lorelai/Rory relationship. I adore my mom but she knew jackall about my dating life. Especially when I broke up with someone. That's "need to know".

I am a little miffed that Rory was only 17. Isn't her birthday in October? Didn't she turn 16 in Season One? Doesn't that make her 18 now?

That's all I gots for tonight...

New layout. If I leave "Gilda" up too long I'll be tired of her by the time I get vt.com back up and running. And I really don't feel like changing the whole site because I'm tired of the blog...

Anyway, everything is inspired by "Raining in Baltimore", cause that song has been in my head since last week.

Just a random question:

Who do I have to pay to get Sark to lick my lips?

I have so many things I want to say about tonight's episode of Alias, but I'm all kinds of trembling. I'll have to watch it again to get all my thoughts together, but until then I have just one thing to say...

SARK.

I think I'll say it again:

SARK. SARK. SARK!

Dude... he wore leather. Licked his lips. Smiled. Talked all sexy. Then talked all turned on..."You are so good. Do you know that?" I think that was his "O" voice. Mmmmmm.

Oh yeah, and for the record, I happen to adore Alice.


But I can't end on an Alice note, so one last time...

SARK!

Sarkalicious. Sarktastic. Sarkgasmatic. SARK!!!!!!

Stole this from Diana.


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You are the exotic pin-up. Nothing about you is ordinary. You are mysterious and lean toward foreign places and exciting men.

Trixie loves everyone. Trixie's high on Oreos and second-hand reefer. Trixie just spent the evening with Bob Dylan. Trixie is a happy, happy girl...

Set list from tonight's show:

Maggie's Farm
In The Summertime
Tombstone Blues
The End Of The Innocence
Things Have Changed
Brown Sugar
Positively 4th Street
It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
Shelter From The Storm
Drifter's Escape
Masters Of War
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
Honest With Me
The Times They Are A-Changin'
High Water (For Charley Patton)
Mutineer
Po' Boy
Summer Days

Encore
Blowin' In The Wind
All Along The Watchtower

Absolutely perfect. I'm still kinda buzzed. All I can say is "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Yesterday Rach threw this question at us: "What song from recent years do you wish you had written?"

So I've been thinking about it. And thinking about it. And making lists, charts and diagrams - what can I say, I take my music seriously. At Rach's suggestion, I narrowed my list to songs released after 1990. That took "Thunder Road", "Me and Mrs. Jones" and the entire Abandoned Luncheonette album out of the running. Also eliminated all of my very favorite Bob Dylan, James Taylor and Carole King songs. That's good because with those three in the running, I'd still be working on this sometime next year. And also prevented me from including any INXS on the list. Which is definitely of the good...

OK. So what's left? I actually managed to pick a final five without any Athenaeum, Poe, Chris Cornell, Fisher, Norah Jones, Jeff Buckley, or Howie Day. That was hard.

The also-rans:

"Momentum" by Aimee Mann. I love the lyrics, and I adore the drum beat. It's a very me kind of song.
"A Long December" by the Counting Crows. Maybe I'm just really susceptible to the winter blues, but this song just... it is winter. Miserable and hopeful at the same time.
"Oh My Sweet Carolina" by Ryan Adams. One of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. Ever.
"One" by U2. It was one of the first songs that I thought of, and I really thought it would be the last one standing, but instead it's...

"Raining in Baltimore" by the Counting Crows. My top five really could have been any song from "August and Everything After" and my initial choices off that album were "Anna Begins" and "Sullivan Street", but after listening to this song last night... It just really strikes a chord with me. Maybe it's just where I am right now (both geographically and emotionally), but this song just fits.

LMAO! These Googlisms are too frickin funny.

pooh is three
LMAO. And all this time I thought she was five. Little liar.

jenai is taken again by the zealots
Hee. Careful, you'll succumb to the Sark Side yet...

I have to say that Josie's are the funniest yet.

jojo is only a ten
jojo is not completely tamed
jojo is a mad inventor of the lex luthor school
jojo is excellent and deserves to be recognized as a superior fighting game
jojo is going to be online anytime from now

Dude. I tell myself that last one everyday. ;)

I also like:
jojo is responsible for ripper
Dude. Who wouldn't want to be responsible for Giles? Also, get me that spinoff now, Jo!

But the very very VERY best and truest Googlism ever:
jojo is cheating on pacey with john cusack!

It doesn't get any better than that. And she'd better share...

Weeeeeee! on Jo's T7S future fic. But shut your pie hole about any other fics by any other writers. Do it now!

Everyone else is doing it... Thanks Rach!

trixie is fantastic
trixie is on in the photo album now
trixie is a 4 year old bay tobiano paint mare with a very smooth
trixie is a little dog who thinks she's big
trixie is a brown standard poodle who belongs to me and my wife
trixie is a 3yo spayed
trixie is just clueless
trixie is a washed
trixie is on in the photo album now · main board · further reading · reply to this message ·
trixie is a film noir parody
trixie is so bad
trixie is the peculiar way each of the characters talk
trixie is the story of trixie zurbo
trixie is at an emotional crossroads and it's too late to turn around now
trixie is an innocent who learns
trixie is not like
trixie is a naive woman who lacks street smarts
trixie is doing great
trixie is really settling into her new life of sight
trixie is a special cat that came to live with us through a free to good home ad
trixie is no yogi berra
trixie is the loudest purring machine i have ever heard
trixie is always ready to aid speed in a time of crises
trixie is a very good mommy chin
trixie is a female border collie
trixie is a lucky lady indeed
trixie is an intern for the fbi and turns up missing after solving a disturbing case [Hmmm. Did she turn up missing, or just turn EVIL!]
trixie is behind the wheel of the mach five with speed in the passenger seat
trixie is one of the reporters
trixie is a company whose focus is on web page development & graphic design projects
trixie is seven pets in one
trixie is 13 when the series begins and 15 by the time it ends
trixie is a seventeen year old helicopter pilot and a navigational whiz
trixie is roughly ten years old and a former 4
trixie is the hag
trixie is an 8
trixie is in heaven playing fetch and being happy checking up on you guys
trixie is an optional character
trixie is a little sweetheart and is progressing quite well
trixie is unsettled by the arrival of a girl new to sleepyside
trixie is an english cocker [Hee! Dirrty!]
trixie is driving and remarking how well the mach five handles
trixie is the girl who came to have a litter of puppies and stayed to have fun
trixie is on lease from lisa & jay phillips
trixie is one of the living legends of juggling
trixie is not related to her dead young lover
trixie is a very strong pig
trixie is such an idiot that someone in the film says
trixie is owned by renee bourdet and david swidan of santa cruz
trixie is the sweetest little girl
trixie is are female german shorthair
trixie is a beautiful 6 year old female pit bull that ended up at the oakland animal shelter with her 10 year old pit brother a few weeks ago
trixie is a great opportunity to be creative
trixie is very sports minded and a fine athlete in his own right
trixie is a dimwit
trixie is a commercially available typeface
trixie is frightened
trixie is determined to find out who and why and just maybe it has to do with the diamond she found
trixie is perplexed by her strange
trixie is showing all signs of being a wonderful mother
trixie is dressed as a sailor
trixie is dressing
trixie is a sexy blonde who specializes in taking loads from her boyfriend/webmaster tony
trixie is currently the #2 border terrier in the north american flyball association
trixie is mostly maine coon and is fluffy
trixie is an unlikely combination of film noir and screwball comedy [That really is the best possible description of the stuff I write.]
trixie is dynamic
trixie is a jack russel terrier and an athlete
trixie is a ladybug who isn't afraid of anything
trixie is a broad role for watson
trixie is so excited to join your family that she can't contain herself
trixie is a wonderful dog who is looking for love
trixie is being scratched and she says
trixie is a five month old quaker parrot
trixie is a young jewelry designer who meets jacob grace
trixie is an amazing dj and her shows are becoming more
trixie is such an innocent and unassuming creature that she drives everyone she comes in contact with to confess their sins and
trixie is a beautiful little chocolate blaze
trixie is a security guard with the ambition to graduate to the level of private detective
trixie is in a hurry i tell her to slow down
trixie is similar to the patent in that it covers three selections all in different races
trixie is a 9 lb silky girl that was lost on february 17
trixie is a member of the society of american magicians and the international brotherhood of magicians
trixie is relaxing in her favorite chair
trixie is one of the worst of nearly 130 shih tzu hard luck stories that wood and other volunteers have tried to set right since she started the rescue effort

I also used my real name and I discovered that I am:
-sad [Rub it in, why don't ya?]
-the web queen
-looking pretty
-bored
-best
-getting on my nerves
-changing
-a dog
-cooler
-missing
-exposed
-silently stunned at the sight of deacon
-a lesbian [Won't my husband be pleased!]
-arrested for murder [Totally innocent. Framed by Winona - again.]
-a delightful 7 year old who is diagnosed with spastic quadriplegia due to cerebral palsy
-so
-the natural choice
-experienced in trademark
-remembered as a "war poet" who inspired patriotism in the early months of the great war
-extremely excited about two exclusive partnerships fox 11 focus has recently entered into
-dead
-"helping" edmund discover a "new" treatment for memory recovery
-printed as #92
-nervous about the upcoming hearing
-a very shy individual until you get to know her
-everyone's fantasy travel companion
-ziedend wanneer zij taylor en ridge ziet zoenen
-kept busy and content with modeling
-now almost 17 months
-an active road and mountain cyclist and is a member of the stanford cycling club
-free
-the bomb
-a natural 1st baseman who has been asked to play several other positions because of her natural athletic abilities
-the andreas idreos professor of science and religion and director of the ian ramsey centre at the university of oxford
-an artist who continues to get better with every new release
-undoubtedly an up
-a pleasure to hear live
-exceptionally warm
-a junior gymnast from sumter
-a junior lacrosse player from charlottesville
-here
-afraid laura will hear it from someone else
-hot
-a one and a half year old medium golden colored female
-currently on hiatus
-no stranger to acting [But I have been acting stranger....]
-an actress
-a true california girl
-gazing at the viewer as she unbuttons her shirt
-a seasoned veteran
-a gifted teacher who has the ability to convey concepts with contagious enthusiasm
-one of my earlier characters in the last few years
-licensed to practice law in both nevada and california
-not only responsible for war poems
-electric even when she is standing alone on the stage
-always someone i can count on
-an enrolled member of the crow indian tribe of montana but she teaches from her primary identification as a global family earthkeeper
-doing some paper work while she is wearing a blood
-still going to the gym for conditioning
-not a 'powerhouse' gymnast
-the president of end run publishing and the president and chairman of scp
-one of the most gifted writers i have ever read [Awww. A fan!]
-exhilarating
-on the prowl
-attacked
-the general manager of evalua
-a musician
-from mediatrip's r3 site
-one of the newer team members to this firm
-hoooooooot
-a small
-the best
-managing partner of harbert's venture capital funds
-lighting a cigarette on a lightbulb filament
-at an age where she should be getting on with her life without her mom
-no overnight success story
-travelling to bolivia to spend a year with a family there as well as attending the local school over there
-a person
-in high spirits this morning
-ill and parents to be informed xc1 1
-assisting with the introduction and co
-fluently multilingual and practises in english
-a softball player
-what i would call a naturalist
-the perfect man to provide insight into both competitions

Hee.

Does anyone use a phone anymore?

I came online this afternoon and started chatting with Meg. She was telling me all about Dave and the Boom Boom Huck Jam Tour. It couldn't have been five minutes into our convo when a friend of mine showed up at the door. So, okay, whatever, this friend used to do that on an almost daily basis, so it's not unprecedented. It's just been a while. We hung out for a little bit, ordered some sandwiches, and I actually lost power during that time, so I wouldn't have been able to chat with Meg anyway - lol.

I came back online later and fortunately Meg was still on and able to finish her story before Unexpected Guest #2 arrived. Another friend who practically used to live here, but hasn't been around in a few months. At this point, I wondered if perhaps I'm dying and haven't been told. Anyway, UG2 stopped by to finalize our plans for Friday night's Bob Dylan concert. She wouldn't let me pay for my ticket, so I'll have to find a way to leave money in her car Friday. She left after about two hours, which actually gave me just about 45 minutes before Gilmore Girls - which I was kind of dreading, but more on that later.

After Gilmore Girls, I came upstairs to watch 24. The credits started to roll, and I hear this voice calling me from downstairs. It was my cousin (UG3), here to watch Smallville with me. We've done that before but, crap, I never told her that I watch 24 now - lol. So I made sure that my VCR was still recording, and I went to watch Strayboy die. I kept trying to make her and my mother see the Gay, but they didn't - not until the rainbow hot air balloon. I've got to get them reading Omar's recaps over at TWoP. Oh! And there was the wonderful moment where my mom called Clark "Clint Kunt". Or was it "Clit Kunt". She is a master of malapropisms, but that was classic.

Anyway, about Gilmore Girls. I was dreading it after a few lackluster episodes, but I think I love it again! Tonight's episode was like Season One all over again... well, maybe not that good, but I'm just so grateful that it didn't blow. Amy, for the love of God, please write every episode from here on out. Note to Daniel: this is how you work in all the Townies, with a nice big town event.

Pluses: Emily and the talking asparagus. That scene with Paris - okay, both scenes with Paris were pitch perfect. And we got DAVE! Sweet, hot, sandwich-eating, double-speaking Dave. I love him. Oh, MamaLane, you need to break out that chastity belt.

Ode to Cute!Dean
Cute!Dean! You were kinda snarky and you really do have a spine. Cute!Dean! You made me love you. I guess deep down I always knew that you would. Cute!Dean! I'm so pleased to see that you finally grew a pair. Good for you Cute!Dean. You broke my heart with that scene on the dance floor as you held Rory for what would be the last time. Oh Cute!Dean! Now be a good boy and come sit on Momma's lap.

Minuses: The Sookie/Jackson subplot. Totally eh. Way to make me not care about either of them, if that was what you were going for. Somehow I don't think that was your intention. But Lorelai, if you want to win so fricking bad - why don't you dance with Kirk. Still hate her. Also, there was no Christopher.

So, maybe I love it again. Maybe it was just all the back-to-back DP penned episodes that were harshing my buzz. I guess I'll know after next week. Wish me luck...

Dude. How does this work? I have plans on Friday to see Bob Dylan in concert. He cancelled on me in '98, and I've never been able to make it to any of his other shows around here - not that there have been many. So I'm pretty excited about this concert. At least I was...

Anyway, I've also been wanting to see Howie Day in concert. For those of you unfamiliar with his music, become familiar. He's just that good. The name of this blog (and all the other page titles at the now homeless vt.com) came from a Howie song. Anyway, he's going to be in Camden, opening for Tori Amos on Friday.

1) Why Tori? I really wouldn't want to go to a Tori show.
2) Why Camden? Even if it wasn't Tori, I hate going to Camden.
3) Why this Friday? I already have plans. And if I didn't, I would go to Camden, and I would brave the scary Tori fans and I would leave immediately after your set. 364 other days, Dude.

So.

I work again. It doesn't suck as much as I remembered, so that's good. I do need to get a comfortable pair of work shoes though. My Chuck T's aren't cutting it, and I do too much crouching to wear my Docs. I need new work pants too. I have one nice pair of khakis, and they're quickly being ruined. At least the carpets gone, so I'm less likely to rip the knees. That sounds dirty, doesnt' it? It wasn't supposed to, for once.

My favorite vendor came in the store today; the one who always told me I was the only one who knew what I was doing. He was right. Sad thing is, I think he's still right. But now with half the responsibility! Yay me!

I've finally got vt.com parked back at godaddy. No more site for a while, unless that Ion Hosting works out. Pooh can go first. ;) I am going to reopen the Improv at the old brinkster site. And I moved InO's Sarkney Haven to brinkster as well. If I do go with Ion, I think SH will be my only hostee.

I just had a great moment. Really. A great moment. You know how there are different kinds of laughter? You can laugh often, but a real heartfelt laugh is just far too rare.

Anyhow, I was sitting, eatting dinner with my younger brother and sister.We were talking about our pets (a stupid dog named Inky - or Emma, depending on who you ask - and a lovely kitten named Gizmo). I was explaining how cats are girls and dogs are boys, regardless of gender. They didn't really understand. Anyway, my brother comes out with "Yeah? Well, in "The Waterboy" she said that girls is the devil!"

He kept repeating this, as ten year-olds have a tendency to do. "Girls is the devil!" LOL. After four or five times, my sister says, "Are. Not is."

The bro's reply: "She said 'is' cause she's a hippie."

And I laughed. From the heart. From the gut.

I just laughed.

I've blogged quite a bit already today, but I think I've a little more to say.

I'm rejoining the workforce. Technically, I've never stopped being a part of the workforce since my husband and I own our own business, but I don't kid myself. He does all the real work.

Anyway, I'm going back to work. Tomorrow. Two nights ago my old boss called me (while I was out), and I stopped in to see him on Wednesday. He asked if I'd be interested in coming back to work during the holiday season, and since I'm not really doing anything else, I took him up on it.

I went in earlier today to do paperwork, and he scheduled me in for tomorrow and Saturday. I'll be glad to be working with Bev and Kathy again, I've really missed those two. And Ralph is gone, so I don't have to put up with him. Those are pluses.

I'm actually a bit nervous though. I mean, I know almost everyone there, and a lot of the things I didn't like about it before have changed, but still. I guess I just don't want to hate it like I did when I left last time. I know that I can love that place, but I was miserable when I left in the spring. I just hope it's not like that anymore.

And they remodeled while I was gone, so I don't know where everything is anymore. I mean, parts of it suck, and other parts are wonderful. There's a lot more room in the main office now, but everything else seems cluttered. I'll get used to it. Really I will. Really.

I will.

Stole this from Josie, who stole it from Meg, who stole it from someone named Nicola, who stole it from somewhere else, and that person probably stole it from another somewhere else. Do I know Nicola? Is that Fanart Police Nicola? Is there a Fanart Police Nicola? Am I just confused? Don't answer that.

Anyway, this is an unusual TV shows survey. Let's see how it goes.

The one who seduced you and fucked you over and broke your heart in a million pieces and laughed about it:
Pasadena - I still wait for Fox or FX to burn off the last nine episodes. Please?

The old flame you don't see very often any more but whom you still really enjoy getting together with for a few drinks and maybe a pleasant nostalgic romp in the sheets:
Gilmore Girls - I. Just. Don't. Care. Anymore. Thanks Daniel Palladino, had I known that you were going to crap all over this season, I could have saved money and not bought that new VCR. Thanks, Asshat.

The mysterious dark gothy one whom you used to sit up with talking until 3 a.m. at weird coffeehouses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized he really was fucking crazy:
Boston Public - LOVED LOVED LOVED it the first season. Then I watched it again. And this show is crap.

The one you spent a whole weekend in bed with and who drank up all your liquor, and whom you'd still really like to fuck again although you're relieved he doesn't actually live in town:
Changing Rooms - Dude. So much better than Trading Spaces, which I also love. If I had BBC America, I might never leave the house. It's better this way.

The steadies:
24, Alias, That 70's Show

The alluring strangers whom you've flirted with at parties but have never gotten really serious with:
Everwood. I really liked the premiere, but I haven't tuned in since.

The one you hang out with and have vague fantasies about maybe having a thing with but ultimately you're just good buddies 'cause the friendship is there but the chemistry ain't:
Angel - I've watched Angel, but never as obsessively as Buffy.

The one your friends keep introducing you to and who seems like a hell of a cool guy except it's never really gone anywhere:
The Sopranos - I hear it's pretty good. I just don't care.

The one who's slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at him and thinking Him? How the hell did he land all these cool babes?:
Sex and the City - I just. Blah. Not a Sarah Jessica Parker fan.

The one your friend has fallen for like a ton of bricks and whom she keeps babbling to you about on the phone for hours, and you'd be happy for her except you just know it's going to end badly:
Roswell. Oh. Wait a sec - that did end badly. Ooops. Heh heh heh.

Well, that was fun...

OK! Screw eHostSource.com! I've got my blog up and running anyway!

Again, it's all thanks to Josie! I owe her... at least ten cds.

I think I need to just go a take a nap. It's almost late, maybe I'll just go to bed...

I'm alternating between completely furious and just really, really bummed. Earlier, I got some bad news about my little cousin who has Stevens-Johnsons Syndrome, and I had planned to come online and rant about doctors and prescription meds, but I got a little sidetracked. Maybe tomorrow I will. As if it matters since I lose my hosting on Monday. Whatever. Crappy ending to a decent day.

*sigh*

Tired.

Uh... thesaurus time.

Well, that thesaurus sucks...

Still mad.

Miffed.

Angry.

Furious.

Mad.

Still mad. Actually more mad - if that's possible.

I transferred all of my files from my server to my hard drive. And most of my improv graphics - titles and stuff - are screwed up. Whatever.

Still mad.

I'm mad. Monumentally mad.

I can't even begin to explain how absolutely angry I am, right now. Furious.

I've lost my hosting. I'd go on about it, but it doesn't matter, since it'll be gone anyway.

Funny. Ignore the post below. The one that says "Try again." I'm not channeling Aaliyah or anything, I was just trying to make sure my new layout worked. It does, as you can see. (Can you? See.)

I then deleted the entry that says "Try again." Except that it didn't actually delete. It's deleted enough that I can't delete it again though. So that's something. It kinda worked...

edited: Heh. Blogger hates me so far. First the post wasn't deleted two hours after I deleted it. So I post about the undeleted post, and it finally deletes it.

STOP WITH THE MIND GAMES BLOGGER!

Seriously Dude. Seriously.

Weeeee! The VT Blog is finally up and running. Thanks so much to Josie for holding my hand through the whole process... I'm such a dope sometimes.