anagramofbrat: (winter holiday)
Drew and I are having our first Christmas with the kids at home.. This necessitated a bit of a mad rush yesterday as he hadn't done any of his shopping and I wanted to pick up some more stuff aside from the bits I'd Amazoned already. Plus with the bajillion teeny wrapped presents they'd gotten from from their aunt and uncle in Japan, we really needed some stockings to keep them from getting lost or becoming cat toys.

I'd say I did well.



Can I just say I'd incredibly amused that Netflix subtitled the yule log?

We spent a bit of the evening out with their mother's family for Christmas Eve Chinese food, which I'd never done before. Pleased to report that Ginger Garden has improved considerably since our first, terrible trip there; may have to revise opinion on it. As of now, we've just finished the wrapping, the kids have been put to bed after being allowed to open one present each and watch the Grinch, and I'm looking intensely forward to the mad scramble of wrapping paper tomorrow as the kids burrow in to discover what all they've gotten. I overindulged on them by a LOT, but I'm not feeling too terrible about it seeing as its sort of my way of honoring Dad's memory. Christmas was his jam, and he had sooooooo much fun spoiling all of us, so I'm just paying the spoilage forward.

The next 24ish hours are going to be mad hectic, so to all of y'all I leave the following thought.

anagramofbrat: (ho ho ho)
Because, you know, Christmas and shit. And because I haven't done one in years now. Whoa.
anagramofbrat: (amethyst heart)
Got our wedding pictures back from Lesley today! (I told her I needed them in time to put on the iPad for Christmas so there would be no West Indian Fussing about them.) Dear fates. There are EIGHT HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN OF THEM. And they're all beautiful, hilarious, adorable and squeeful and schmoopy and occasionally a little sad (pictures of Barbara are rough) and sometimes a little awwwwwwwwwkward (at least one couple present at the wedding is at present divorcing) and goddamn, [livejournal.com profile] cell23 looks FIIIIIIIIIIIINE in a tux. I don't clean up half bad myself.

After going through the album several times, I think I've decided this one is my favorite:



Oh lil'Beast. *cracks up* There are at least three pictures of him GLARING evilly into Lesley's camera. There are many more pictures of him looking perfectly angelic and cute and mini-suave too, but it's this Damien from The Omen picture that absolutely murders me. I can almost hear Ave Satani in the background.

I suppose I ought to include one of me and my groom or something. Pretty hard pressed to pick just one, though. (remember... 827 pictures.) Do I go with the one of us jumping the broom?



Nailing the twirl during our first dance?



Whatever's going on here?



Smooching under a sunset?



Or do I just go fuck it, decide all of the above are irrelevant: here's a picture of [livejournal.com profile] cell23 about to eat a flaming marshmallow?



Anycrap, they're all over yonder, if you wanna poke through (One slightly NSFW warning: there are a couple of pictures pre-ceremony of me giving zero fucks about hanging out in my bra and petticoats in the presence of friends and a photographer, so if your browsing environment objects to that sort of thing, be advised.) I think the main thing I love about all of the pictures, official and otherwise? There was so much damn love in that hotel, everyone was having a good time and we look like the two happiest, dorkiest schmoops that ever did schmoopily schmoop. Eeeee.

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In other news, the main accomplishment for today was getting almost all of the Christmas shopping done, which was a HARROWING experience. One of the reasons I wanna try to stick to budgeting this coming year is so I can splurge like fuck online on Cyber Monday and completely avoid all of this shit next year. Seriously, nothing worse than having to maneuver your increasingly homicidal husband through tightly packed retail environments, and lets not even get into the unexepected run-in with about the 2nd to last person I ever want to see ever or the parking situation. Oh gods, the PARKING. Northampton, sometimes I hate you. But between Northampton and a brief and terrifying foray to Holyoke to brave the Mall, we have pretty much achieved all the christmas shopping, and it is wrapped and ready to go under some trees or something. Tomorrow we get up early and pack, then drive across the state, park River, and take the ferry to the Vineyard, where the 74th annual Hunger Games friendly family hazing of my husband shall begin. Yay?!

Wellp, least no one can fuss at me about my lack of wedding pictures. Eight Hundred and Twenty Seven. Lawd.
anagramofbrat: (vorkosigan crest)
BOOKS:

Still plugging away at my goodreads challenge, though the last few weeks I've shoved books aside for beading. I may have to give up and switch to audiobooks if this keeps up. Or take more bus trips. I can't bead in a moving vehicle. Well, at least not one that isn't reasonably stable. I could probably manage it on a train. But I digress. Books.

43. Grave Mercy (His Fair Assassin, #1) (LaFevers, R.L.)

44. Bossypants (Fey, Tina)

45. The Winter Sea (Kearsley, Susanna)

46. How to Be Black (Thurston, Baratunde R.)

47. River God (Ancient Egypt, #1) (Smith, Wilbur A.)

48. Ready Player One (Cline, Ernest)

49. Incarceron (Incarceron, #1) (Fisher, Catherine)

50. Summon the Keeper (Keeper's Chronicles, #1) (Huff, Tanya)

51. The Forest of Hands and Teeth (The Forest of Hands and Teeth, #1) (Ryan, Carrie)

52. Shadow and Bone (The Grisha, #1) (Bardugo, Leigh)

53. Beauty Queens (Bray, Libba)

54. The Gray Wolf Throne (Seven Realms, #3) (Chima, Cinda Williams)

55. Going Solo (Dahl, Roald)

56. A Wrinkle in Time: The Graphic Novel (Larson, Hope based on the work by L'Engle)

57. Are You My Mother? (Bechdel, Alison)

58. Home (Morrison, Toni)

59. The Oracle's Queen (The Tamír Triad, #3) (Flewelling, Lynn)

60. Unwind (Unwind, #1) (Shusterman, Neal)

61. Lion's Blood (Lion's Blood, #1) (Barnes, Steven)

62. The Lies of Locke Lamora (Gentleman Bastard, #1) (Lynch, Scott)

Goodreads likes to inform me that I'm 5 whole books behind right now, but this can be easily remedied by shotgunning through a few kids books next time I'm at the Jones. There are a few AG series I haven't read, for example, and they're very short.

Of the above list, all were pretty good to excellent. Of particular note, How To Be Black had me in stitches while skewering some painful racial truths, The Forest of Hands and Teeth was surprisingly terrifying for a zombie novel aimed at tweenagers, and Unwind was... HIGHLY DISTURBING to the point of giving me very bad dreams for a couple of days after I finished, but a good read none the less. The last two books on the list perhaps suffer from a little bias since I read them recently, but both Lion's Blood (an alternate history novel dissecting the American slave trade if Northern Africa had become the dominant culture instead of Europe) and The Lies of Locke Lamora (a heist/caper/revenge story set in a Renaissancey fantasy city) both came HIGHLY recommended and did not disappoint. My only criticisms of the above books would be that Beauty Queens, while damn funny at points, was sledgehammer heavy handed with its point, A Wrinkle in Time, while beautifully drawn, did not really bring anything new to the familiar story, and Home, while pretty good as a novel on its own merits, seems like a lazy forgettable effort on Toni Morrison's part; she can do so much better.

Also I just got wind that there is a new Vorkosigan book out! MUST. READ. I don't care that it's more Ivan Vorpatril than Miles. I like the dumb fuck, a him-centric book should be entertaining.

TV:

NBC: Jesus fuck, NBC what the HELL are you doing to your Thursday lineup? That said, the only show that seems to be maintaining its quirky excellence would be Parks and Recreation, which has not disappointed. It remains hysterical while both maintaining its political commentary and allowing for the growth of its ensemble. Well, except maybe for Jerry. Poor, poor Jerry. Also spoiler )

Alas, 30Rock by contrast, is definitely slipping and I'm rather glad it's ending this season, before it entirely jumps the shark. While it still once in a while gets a WTF laugh out of me ("I ordered a Black Coffee - by that I mean a Sunkist!") it's clearly past its sell-by date.

Don't get me started about the delay of Community.

BBC: Oh it HAS been a while since I made a TV post, huh? Yes, we did see the most recent half season of Doctor Who. Overall? Ehhhh. I did NOT like the finale, honestly. I loved the concept of it - New York City has enough creepy gothic statuary around that a Weeping Angel story set in the city should have been terrifying, but instead it just seemed kinda goofy in an old horror movie sort of way. "Asylum of the Daleks," by contrast, was suitably Dalek-y and the plot twists well done. "Dinosaurs on a Spaceship" was a fantastic bit of fun (Can I have me a Nefertiti?), and aspects of "The Power of Three" were good, namely the various talents of the Cubes and the way the month names were embedded into the scenery - a nice carryover from Sherlock, I thought. But overall... ish. The second half of series seven hopefully will be better.

The third season of Downton Abbey was a little bit less of a hot mess than the second. The series does seem to be at its best when upstairs is fretting about money and downstairs, namely Mr. Carson, is fretting about the placement of plates at dinner. I like that Edith seems to finally be getting some development besides plain, bitchy sister, someone needs to severely beat Robert about the head and shoulders with something heavy and I continue to want to nibble on a scantily clad Michelle Dockery while wanting to be the Dowager Contess when I grow up. Oh Maggie Smith, how I love you.

Other TV: [livejournal.com profile] cell23 has finally managed to get me to sit down and watch through Adventure Time with him, and holy shit, this cartoon and its incredibly adorable surface masking a deeply disturbing, nightmarish reality. Not quite caught up to air yet - still have to watch season 4. But those of you who know? THE STAG HOOVES. DYEEEEAHHHGH! That's all. Also I kinda want to weight train so I can cosplay Susan Strong. Is that weird?

The most recent addition to my TV watching list is American Horror Story, which [livejournal.com profile] cell23 marathoned a bit over Thanksgiving and which I caught up to over the past couple of days. Man, what. This show. We're only seven eps into season one, so no spoiling, but... yeah, there be some fucked up shit up in that show. But I'm surprised to find myself enjoying it. It seems to combine all the things I liked about Beetlejuice, The Ring, Twin Peaks, The Sixth Sense and American Gothic, which I realize is an odd amalgam of work but trust me, watch it and you'll see what I mean.

Still haven't caught up on either Mad Men or Sons of Anarchy - I may fix the latter over the next couple of days as I look for beading background noise.

Seeing as [livejournal.com profile] renegadethumper and [livejournal.com profile] deliriumdeva gave us the blu-ray collection of Rome for a wedding present, we're throwing a viewing party on Sunday for the first two episodes and recurring it until we get to the all too soon end of the series. It will be my fifth go through of watching it, but I love the series THAT MUCH okay. Still mad HBO cancelled it, but Game of Thrones is making up for a lot of that. Speaking of which:



Cannot. Wait.

MOVIES:
Haven't been doing much of these owing to time and money, which sucks because there is actually stuff out already and coming out that I REALLY want to see. Wreck it Ralph. Rise of the Guardians. Life of Pi. Skyfall. The Hobbit. Les Miz. On The Road. Django Unchained. ARRRRGH. Cannot wait for this job to start so I can do at least the $5 tuesday shows again, man.

I did manage to see Lincoln, as I mentioned in my big long thanksgiving weekend post. It was an excellent bit of movie; I thought Daniel Day Lewis did a great job in making this often weirdly imposing historical figure human and relatable. However the movie, in my opinion, was completely stolen out from under him by Tommy Lee Jones, whose forceful and wickedly funny Thaddeus Stevens was a performance. I mean, Lewis made the most out of a mostly quiet and nuanced character, but I think it does get overshadowed by Jones' likeable gruff blowhard. Really, if there were more instances of calling Representatives on opposite party lines slow-witted nincompoops, I'd voluntarily watch C-SPAN.

I did come into the movie with a fair amount of bias, actually - I wasn't initially intending to see it in theaters, mostly due to various columns I had read due to its opening basically condemning the film and its subject matter as a lot of white people patting themselves on the back for abolition. Well, that's an oversimplification, but once pointed out, it is rather impossible to not see how narrow the focus is on this film and how by focusing so tightly on lincoln and several key politicians during the passage of the 13th amendment, you completely omit the contributions of others who helped get that passed, leaving the only role for black people in the movie open is that of the freed people staring adoringly up (or down, depending on shot and location) at their white saviors when in truth, black people were doing a HELL of a lot of work towards their own emancipation, thank you. It is hard to put that glaring omission aside in the course of the movie and one could argue that it shouldn't be put aside at all. At any rate, it did leave me with some conflicts regarding my own enjoyment of the film, ones that are probably important ones to have. There are other columns that have expressed this far more eloquently than I have, I direct you to Kate Masur's piece in the NY Times and Corey Robin's blog post about it.

MUSIC:
I've been listening a LOT to boston.com's fairly new online radio station, Radio BDC. It is a good station overall, plays a lot of slightly off the beaten path alternative and generally runs screaming away from the autotune abuse that is the current pop scene. On the bad side, it does tend to shove quite a bit of Mumford and Sons down your throat. Successfully so, as I have managed to take a begrudging liking to "I Will Wait" just by dint of it getting LODGED in my head for hours on end. On the other hand other bands that tend to get heavily played over there are Metric, The Cure, New Order and Muse. Yeah, not going to protest too heavily about that.

I find myself trying to find heavy female vocal-centered groups to listen to to counteract the fact that Florence + the Machine have grown on me like a fungus. I like her stuff, but I've seen the vids for "Dog Days Are Over" and "No Light, No Light" and they plus the entirity of her new song "Kiss with a Fist" make me headsmash in the same sort of way that the multitudinous Amanda Palmer clusterfucks do. Art is seriously no excuse to not think about the imagery you're playing with, folks, fucking seriously. People have suggested Bat for Lashes to me and I've liked what I've read and heard of her so far. I also quite by accident picked up an unholy addiction to playing Grimes' Visions on loop, with special emphasis placed on "Genesis" which is a creepily catchy electronica track. I also keep meaning to check out Kimbra, as I love her vocal in "Somebody I Used to Know" (gods, is that song a personal kick to the feels), but more cause I'm curious as to if she does the weird hand dancing on everything she does. It sort of reminds me of the people that would stand in the corners of the dance floor at Haven and do flowy goth para-para instead of, well, dancing.

Also it's after thanksgiving. BRING ON THE CHRISTMAS MUSIC, BITCHES. I have a feeling I'm going to be playing "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" a bit this year, seeing as it's one of the few songs comfortably in [livejournal.com profile] cell23's actual range and he brings the full on baritone realness to it and I turn into a small puddle. Who'da thunk I'd find lines such as "Your hearts a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots," so sexy... I mean, I also kinda want to jump him when he's singing the Trololololo song too. I like low ranged men, okay? sheesh. Allow me my strange twitterpations. Could be worse, I could be reading 50 Shades with no irony whatsoever. Oh, maybe I should shotgun through those too. For the lulz, of course.
anagramofbrat: (winter holiday)
Oh man, I hate visitng Dad when the interballs is broken. Hence the no posting - while I had Squeee with me, there isn't any point in using him with no connectivity and it's annoying enough keeping up with FB and Twitter on Dad's iThings. I hate borrowing other people's computer type devices.

But yeah, it was a Thanksgiving weekend. Had it's ups, had its downs, had its surprises and moments of pure rage.

Thursday:

  • Rode down with esotericscribe early in the morning, and took the train down from his neighborhood in Queens to The House (had about $25 worth of metrocards with me that had been sitting on my desk all year - glad I remembered them!). Dad didn't bother saying hello upon my arrival, but began fussing at me for breakfast and wedding pictures. Sigh. I made him breakfast after scolding him for being chauvinistic and lazy. I also managed to catch the last half hour of the parade so I didn't have to go into full on twitch mode, but I may well torrent it tonight and watch the whole thing tomorrow morning. Traditions must be kept however they can.

  • Dinner with the family was small (half of us were missing) and by contrast quiet and civilized. It was good though. And the FOOD. Dad's housekeeper did 90% of the cooking for us, and wow. That woman can seriously make some collard greens. And turkey. And Ham. And them heathens ate an entire loaf of the pumpkin bread BEFORE we said grace.

  • We set the table really pretty too:


Friday:

  • Spent an hour on the phone with Verizon about the internet. Hopefully they send a new router this week, because that situation in there is untenable. To me anyway. Dad has cellular service on his iPad and an iPhone so honey badger don't have to care. Bah.

  • Ruthy and I had to run some financy type errands for Dad in downtown Brooklyn. In the process I got to briefly reacquant myself with Mom's actual jewelry collection (I have a fair amount of her vintage costume jewelry). Damn Mom. That lady loved herself some jewelry. Ruthy offered to let me pick out one or two things, but honestly, I have no place to really wear any of that stuff, though if I had to pick she did have some rather gorgeous Iranian filigree pieces. Or her charm bracelet - I have pretty strong memories of playing with that as a small child.

  • Ruthy also hooked me up with this holiday deliciousness:

    Sweet delicious pepparkakor nom nom nom.

  • After dealing with that pain in the ass, we went to BAM to see Lincoln. I did enjoy the movie, but I have Opinions about it. They may have to wait until a long overdue Media Consumption Post.

  • In the spirit of AAAAGH QUIT BORROWING MY PHONE Dad straight up offered to frog march me to AT&T to buy me an iPhone5. After being utterly floored by this offer, I asked him to delay it until January when I have a regular paycheck and can support a data plan. So that's gonna be my Christmas present, which means soon The Precious can finally go quietly into her retirement. I may wipe and jailbreak it and give it to Kidzilla as a music/game player. Also, I CAN GET ME ONE OF THESE SEXY SEXY CASES. Because my wallet is my ipod case and that very badly needs to be retired as well.

  • Went to sleep aggressively snuggled by Dad's cat.


Saturday:

  • Got up early, went to the store, and got eggs and potatoes for Dad's breakfast. There was one spoiled West Indian afterward.

  • Was considering going up to AMNH to visit Alejandra's spider exhibit, but couldn't get a hold of either her nor her mother in time, so instead I went up to the Garment District.

    So glad Tohoshoji is still there!Amanda (who got me into beading) and I used to go up here and get bulk bead stuff all the time. They still have decent prices too - not as much markup for a 20g box of delicas either. So now I have all five of my main colors plus a few others in good supply for now.

  • Watched Star Wars (Episode IV: A New Hope) on Spike. It had been long enough since I'd seen it that watching it again was actually fun. Kinda striking how different Mark Hamill looked between Star Wars and Empire, but car accidents'll jack your face up, alas.

  • More kitty sleeps. She snores. And kicks.


Sunday:

  • I'm usually tired of being back home after two days, let alone three, so you can imagine I was rearing to get back to MA. Except that didn't happen - I showed up at Port Authority two hours before my bus was to leave expecting some holiday craziness, but not the magnitude of crazy that greeted me there yesterday wherein no tickets were being sold or printed "until further notice" police were trying to control fourteen lines of very annoyed people and apparently none of the buses were leaving on time. I later found out that all carriers had massively oversold almost all of the departures out of new york. I waited for about four or five hours, gave up and went back to brooklyn in a state of massively thwarted anxiety. Note to self - always buy my tickets ahead of time from now on. Seriously I've travelled through Port Authority for many a Thanksgiving weekend for almost 20 years now, I had never seen or experienced anything like the zoo that was yesterday.

  • Least dad and the cat were glad to have me around for an extra evening.

  • Did laundry and watched horrifyingly bad TV while doing so, including three minutes of Liz and Dick than made me run screaming like I'd seen a moldy sandwich.


Monday:

  • Took NO chances and bought a Megabus ticket this morning. Mostly becuase they only require a confirmation number to board and you can wave an iDevice at them with it showing on the screen even. Wasn't risking having to buy OR print a ticket at Port Authority. Fuck all that noise.

  • Spoiled Dad with breakfast. Again.

  • Rather more successful in making it home this time, and while Manbeast was quite effusively glad to see me, the cats are still being hard to get little fiends. They'll forgive me eventually. I was, after all, cavorting with GASP another cat all weekend without their permission.

  • Left my iPad charger in Brooklyn. Dang it.


In beading news:
No internet in the house == I BEAD LIKE A FIEND. It's also an excellent thing to do while waiting in line for a bus ticket line that's never going to move, but hey.



It's starting to actually look like something now. And you can almost read the badge on the right.

Still got a loooooong ass way to go though. And there was a copious amount of swearing this morning when I dropped a container of beads on the dining room floor this morning. Le sigh.

2550 / 25500
(10%)


And that's my weekend.
anagramofbrat: (om nom nom)
I post this every year and it still cracks me up. Especially the "YOU LIKE IT WHEN I SPEAK YOUR NATIVE TONGUE" part.



Video, obv, NSFW. Don't even bother pretending to be shocked, I know some of y'all have a copy of 50 Shades under your beds. And the rest of y'all have much better BDSM literature, lol.

Loaves 3 and 4 of the pumpkin bread are in the oven. Happy Thanksgiving, y'all. Gobble gobble gobble.

1550 / 25500
(6.08%)

Feh

Nov. 20th, 2012 11:53 pm
anagramofbrat: (om nom nom)
Looks like I will indeed be heading down to NYC this weekend. A little later than usual (early thanksgiving morning, with esotericscribe - hopefully I won't have the AAAGH I'M MISSING THE PARADE shakes) mostly due to my own travel disorganization but also legitimately because I have a second interview tomorrow! Eeep. This works out - I can bake stuff for Thursday's feasts.

For the most part I find myself without much holiday spirit as of yet. I'm looking forward to turkey, maybe, but I'm honestly not feeling the holidays this year. I think I'm still burnt from the wedding. And the various events of the past three weeks and the funemployment have kinda sapped me of everything but beading FURY.

Speaking of which I took the 24 hours off and another 12 after that, as I didn't find it worthwhile to pick up a needle at 10PM last night. I got 2 rows + 10 done tonight while shotgunning about 8 episodes of SVU from the end of last season to the beginning of this one. Man, SVU marathons. Wanting to take 20 bleach showers should not feel like comfort food, you know what I mean? But anyway... I have clearly broken my NO MORE THAN 2 ROWS rule already. Not by much, but still. It's actually HARD to stop doing this when I get going, and 8 rows in and it's actually starting to look like something now! Feh!

But no. Shower, book, wrist rest and bed call. Rows 9 and/or 10 will still be there for me tomorrow.

1370 / 25500
(5.37%)
anagramofbrat: (whee!!)
1) The last loaf of pumpkin bread for the season. Except this time I'm adding rum raisins to it. The raisins are currently soaking up the rum in the kitchen and will for the next 45 min or so.

2) I have achieved a rather large bottle of Licor 43, a surprising feat as I remember running around last New Years Eve looking for this stuff and failing to find it anywhere in the valley. I have also procured orange juice. There will be lovely creamsicle tasting things tonight.

3) It's cold outside, and rumors of snow abound for tonight. How about something hot? Making a big batch of "winter tonic": usually a tablespoon or so of black currant cordial, another tablespoon of lemon drop schnapps, a tablespoon of lemon juice, a teaspoon of honey, and two teaspoons of sugar in a large mug, top it up with boiling water and stir. Yeah. Making a gallon jug of that. Still toying with the idea of going to buy a thermos to hold it in to keep it hot - figure I've got a bit until Bed Bath and Beyond closes to make up my mind.

80 proof drinks and dessert aside, wow. I'm remembering what my mindset and overall state of life was like on New Years Eve last year and I'm kinda floored by how much better I am this year. Here's hoping the uptick continues straight on through to next. Again, I don't have resolutions so much as a few modest goals to work towards in the coming year... and at some point I gotta find time to go to PAX, code and deploy a game, hold down my jobs, go to more movies, and, um, get married. 2012 is going to be rawther busy year, but I believe it will also be a good one. I've got a feeling about it, and for once it's not utter dread.

But first, the celebrating of getting through this one, ya? Starting with boozy raisins...
anagramofbrat: (47 st. paul's pl)
Oh New York. Something special erupts out of you during the holidays that actually truly warms the hard to reach subcockles of my jaded little heart. I think it's gazing up into the face of a 30+ story high rise and counting fourteen visible Christmas trees, seven menorahs, sixteen atrociously lit up windows and nine balconies that have more lights and inflatables on them than entire neighborhoods in Massachusetts. Or maybe it's the inexplicably omnipresent tree stands every four blocks or so because some folks are crazy enough to want to haul a heavy ass genuine Douglas Fir up to a seven story walkup. No, really, I know people do it - you can tell by the garbage piles outside of said walkups the week after New Years. Or the people like our neighbors who manage to stuff lights and creepy motorized Santas in every front window, drape lit garlands from the roof and have a giant bright-ass train festooning their porch every year. (The punchline? They're Jewish.)

Seriously New York during Christmas, man. There are reasons why I'm incredibly happy to be actually home this year for it.

Needless to say I've arrived home safely. Actually the last bit of the journey was made nicer by sharing a subway ride with a Smith student I know from the store who happened to be on my bus down and who needed to get to Coney Island so I told her to ride with me since that's my line. Dad has done his requisite fussing, showing off of his new toys (he's finally replaced his giant ass flatscreen), and I in turn have teased him about catching him coming in the house from a date, impeccably dressed to the nines. The cat has not left me alone since I came in The House and is now curled up on the bed with me purring like an idling tractor trailer. I much prefer this to having a portly kitty trying knead my ass with sharp-ass feet. Ow. Stop loving me with pain. Or if you have to, take me out to dinner first! Sheesh. Also can totally hear the ghost of Mom's Bitching Past up in here because Dad got a real tree for the first time in about 20 years. It's gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but all I can hear in my head is "needles in the carpet" this and "fire hazard" that and "what did that mad fool have to get a real tree for anyway" blah blah blah. Rather than be annoying it's actually kinda making me smile. Dad always did love himself a real Christmas tree. Of course he never actually deals with putting it up or decorating it or taking it down, which is probably why. At least he got a reasonable height one and not a sticky seven or eight foot monstrosity like he used to insist on getting. If you have to get on a freaking ladder to put the angel on top, your tree is too damn tall.

I think Dad is happy to have Christmas at home as well. He's been making noise about restarting the treating the women of the family to brunch and perfume at Saks tradition again, which we haven't done since my second year at Smith because Mom got sick right around then. 'Course, I'm not a perfume or makeup person so I usually spent those trips finding about the least visibly feminine thing on the lobby floor as my treat - one year it was a teddy bear (which I still have) the next, bath gel, the next a cute Captain's hat from the menswear department (also which I still have). Not even gonna lie, I'm already scheming how to spin my girly treat into something else from the neighborhood - the American Girl Place is next door across the street (though after having experienced The Smell Of Pink last month with [livejournal.com profile] cell23, I'm a little wary of going in there) and the LEGO store is down the block. Jesus H, that's so me. 33, grown ass woman, and what do I want for Christmas instead of perfume? Toys. Le sigh. Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever gonna grow up. Maybe I should bite the bullet and actually get makeup though. I am getting some kinda married in the spring and after accompanying various folk shopping for glorified face paint for the occasion I should probably take the opportunity to not have to pay for it. And I do like M.A.C. products. Preferred brand of drag queens. Or so I've heard.

Tomorrow Dad is monopolizing my day, but since we're going downtown to the financial district and then to J&R like we used to when I was a kid, I don't mind. I won't ask him to take me to Burger King though. Even if the same one we used to go to all the time is still there. J&R though, uh oh. Taking me to J&R is like giving a small child four double espressos and turning him or her loose in Toys R Us and/or FAO Schwarz. Seriously between the computer/electronics, movies and music departments (both as in recorded music and as in instruments and accessories) that place is a block of nothing but pure retail Andee-crack. NNNNNNNGGGGG.

*sigh* it's gonna be a busy week.
anagramofbrat: (winter holiday)
I have a thing for unusual instruments. Especially collaborative ones. This should be a duh, since I play handbells. But holy shit how have I not heard of GlassDuo before?



....O_o
anagramofbrat: (ice)
It occurs to me that we're getting on pretty late in the holiday season and I have yet to see this ad cross my TV.



Hopefully Hersheys hasn't finally retired it. I mean, this commercial is a big reason why I got into handbells in the first place way back when.
anagramofbrat: (ice)
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I have a few absolute holiday favorites:

Anything Christmassy sung by Nat King Cole or Bing Crosby (exception being "Baby, it's cold outside" and weirdly enough including "Mele Kalikimaka" which i feel kinda guilty for liking).

"Dominic the Donkey" Yeah yeah yeah, I know, shut up. Moving on.

"Dreidel" The four part South Park version, specifically. That is a brilliant bit of arrangement.

"What's This?" - from The Nightmare Before Christmas. My absolute favorite sequence of this movie.

"Silent Night" - The Temptations version. Man, they don't make countertenors and basses like that anymore.

And finally there's this one piece of Mozart's called "The Sleigh Ride" (not to be confused with "Sleigh Ride") that I only ever hear around the holidays that I absolutely go nuts for.
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Baking (don't matter what), the top of [livejournal.com profile] cell23's head (I told him to buy his shampoo in bulk when we first started dating), patchouli (pity it's so closely associated with hippies), jasmine, musk, vanilla, freshly baked laundry. And anything that originated out of a BPAL vial - I've run across many scents I wouldn't personally wear, but never one that smelled absolutely disgusting.



Also hey a Christmas meme from [livejournal.com profile] firinel:

Wrapping paper or gift bags? Gift bags. I'm the only one of my family that can actually wrap anything and have it look presentable; this means Christmas eve, I'm the one with the tape burn and the papercuts. Any other time, sure, gift wrap all the way. Christmastime? you're getting a bag, and that's if you're lucky.

Real tree or artificial? Dad insisted on bringing home a seven foot douglas fir every year, to my mother's eternal hatred and consternation (the needles all over her nice clean floors... yeah). I think we were all grateful the year we finally wore him down and bought a fake tree.

That said, it still has to LOOK reasonably real. Not a fan of the silver or white ones. Or even the ones with the lights built in, really.

When do you put up the tree?/When do you take the tree down? cell23 and I never got around to getting one, though I'm gonna try to fix that this year. Personally though, I'm more of a lights, garlands and wreaths person, but I also know if there's a tree around, gifts have a tendency to fall under it.

When Mom was still around the tree went up mid-december and didn't come down until mid-january (or when it started being a fire hazard). Now it tends to go up whenever I get home for Christmas, which sometimes is Christmas eve or the day before.

Do you like eggnog? Not really.

Favorite gift received as a child? Probably the year my dad lost his mind and bought me Samantha's entire collection circa 1988. Still have almost all of it packed carefully away in various places between NY and MA and trying not to think about how much it's worth right now.

There were also the presents Stanley would give me that were booby trapped and took an hour and a half to open without power tools.

Do you have a nativity scene? Nah. I like looking at other peoples' though.

Hardest person to buy for? Dad. We generally have all defaulted to getting him stuff we want for ourselves and go take the dust covered boxes back three months after Christmas. Lately he's gotten into Turner Classic Movies so old hollywood DVD box sets are big hits.

Easiest person to buy for? Honestly? [livejournal.com profile] cell23. He's dropped enough hints over the years that I've compiled a list, and in a pinch, Steam games work. :)

Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Eh, there are a couple of books here and there that I've tried to read and never got through or actively disliked. Don't have the heart to get rid of them though. They were presents, after all.

Mail or email Christmas cards? I used to be religious about mailing these out. I went out every year and bought two boxes of Shoebox Greetings cards and painstakingly mailed out each one. I don't have that kind of patience anymore.

Email seems... lazy. Course doing even that is more effort than I'm currently expending on seasons greetings.

Favourite Christmas Movie? I've remarked on other media that I wanted to watch MST3K's riffing Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. However my favorite holiday movie is actually National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. I know, I'm a horrible person, but that whole sequence trying to get those damned Christmas lights lit kills me every single time.

When do you start shopping for Christmas? Depends on finances. Usually in November and December though.

Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? No?

Favourite thing to eat at Christmas? HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!! /ponyo

Clear lights or colored on the tree? Colored, and preferably those strings with the sixteen different seizure inducing settings.

Favourite Christmas song? "The Twelve Days After Christmas." It's not one you hear much because its written for chorus, but the lyrics are hilarious. After that, the Temptations' version of "Silent Night."

Travel at Christmas or stay home? Christmas is the one holiday I require myself to go home for every year.

Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Dasher dancer donald blitzen comet cupid donder... rudolph... there's one missing. And I don't think that one's actually named donald. Crap. I fail at Christmas.

Angel on the tree top or a star? I like stars. You can never find any black angels.

Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? If it were up to me? 12:01 am Christmas morning. My family has this torturous habit of not opening presents until after dinner.

Most annoying thing about this time of year? Holiday car commercials. "Happy Honda Days" in particular grates, though I'm not a fan of the Lexus ones with the music either. That and while I enjoy the holidays, Christmas Day itself has kinda lost its magic for me.


And now back to decorating and then plastic sealing the windows. :P
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"HAHAHA! HIT ME! HIT ME!"

*dead* Old Crazy Eddie commercials kill me.

Blarg

Nov. 27th, 2011 10:07 pm
anagramofbrat: (got pms?)
Four day weekends are anything but restful when there's a major family holiday, kids, major announcements and belated birthday celebrations to deal with all four days. I find it more than a little absurd that I'm toying with the idea of calling out tomorrow for mental health reasons.

Also iron supplements = very yes. I'm just really sick of being this damn tired all the time. I'm sure attack womb isn't helping any with that (though cell23 is making us both steak for dinner and has been keeping me well supplied in M&Ms to keep me from murdering anyone other than the gnome I'm clearly exsanguinating with my pelvic floor muscles.

...that's probably TMI, innit.

Well, on the bright side, some belated birthday loot (plus chicken and carrot cake!) was gotten from the Chiasson/Tatro clan and since it is past Thanksgiving all shame in actually liking seriously dumb Christmas music like "Dominic The Donkey" * is officially suspended until New Years.

I've got to get a tree this year...


*pretty sure you're required to like Dominic the Donkey if you have ever called yourself a New Yorker.
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In no particular order:
  • Hanzo still regards snow as no big thing. What snowbank plowed behind me? VROOM.

  • That wind was CRAZY ASS SHIT today. I am honestly very surprised we didn't lose power at all. Also days like this, thermal underwear is a positively delicious thing.

  • My intestines hate me. I need to be nicer to them until New Years.

  • Watched the DW Christmas Carol this evening. non-spoilery teal deer: I enjoyed it. )

    Rest of season? CAN. NOT. FUCKING. WAIT. River Song and the whole I'll be in my bunk aside, Matt Smith may bring sexy cool back to the Stetson.

  • I got accepted into [livejournal.com profile] stepmoms today. I'd honestly forgotten I'd applied at the beginning of the month. Extra support and "no you're not crazy" always welcome. :)

  • Tonight's experiment in chicken seasoning ended up an unexpected success. Been trying to vary it up from just breading and baking it. So far so good. I'm surprised and honestly a little appalled by how much I rather like getting dinner together several times a week. Domestic? Me? who'da thunk it? Buh.

  • Need to stop 'crastinating about a few things tomorrow and get down to some brass tacks. Also my resolution list for next year is getting CRAZY. I need to prune it down so that my goals are actually achievable.

  • Habari Gani! Kugichagulia! No, I don't celebrate Kwanzaa, but the second day of it has meaning to me - not so much as self-determination (though goodness knows I could use some of that on a personal level), but as a reminder of an interesting time now way in my past. Also it's wicked fun to say.

    Yeah yeah yeah, I know. Like I even HAVE a Black card anymore.

  • Got the pictures off my phone (it's still good for that at least) and my camera for the last month, so I'm caught up reasonably with my 365 project. I haven't kept up with it nearly as well as I'd have liked, and I note that the chunks of time I missed pretty much directly correspond to my bad patches of anxiety and whatnot. However the project did get me into the habit of taking pictures of things that catch my fancy and got me out into the big wide world on occasion with the Hatemonger. Also I have a good handle on what needs work in terms of technique, the limitations of the Nikon starter lens, and under what conditions I can get better than decent pictures out of my phone camera, so I won't count it as a total failure even if I wasn't consistant with it.

    Also? I don't think I can complain about not having a constant human subject anymore. Kidzilla and Lovebug have filled out that role VERY nicely to the point where I definitely have to roll over their picasa album come January first. It's just crazy to me how much they've grown up in the year and change that comprises that album, I can't even.

    But I digress. I don't THINK I'm going to attempt project 365 next year, but I will be taking lots of pictures nonetheless. Just not strictly one per day. And I'm thinking a small goal to save for this year is some more camera equipment. Like holy balls of hell, can I buckle down and get a motherfucking tripod already? Sheesh. But I also would like a better zoom lens and some filters. Also want to actually take the DSLR class at Iris Photo one of the times it rolls around next year.

  • little bit of a heads up, I'm going to be doing a little temporary friends pruning. Not a cut, because I'm not defriending anyone or dropping people from filters or nothing, but my default reading list has gotten overwhelming and one of the things I want to do in 2011 is step back a bit from the interbutts. Since I'm not really announcing who I'm filtering off, I'll just say if it's important, shoot me a comment/message just to make sure I see it, and I'll still be reading everyone, just a few of you won't be getting read quite as often as, oh, every three minutes.


The highlight of my evening, though? Getting pinged by [livejournal.com profile] chirping_monkey because Kidzilla wanted to Skype and tell me all about her new dragons. XD What have I done to this poor child? LOL. I was having a bit of an iffy day emotionally, truth be told, but fifteen minutes squeeing over holiday eggs and pretending to pinch the camera and getting the Christmas breakdown with a very giggly six year old? Yeah. Dear fates she looks adorable without her bottom teeth, lol.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! ~~ (hers) Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

So um yeah. Shower and book time now.
anagramofbrat: (click)
In no particular order:
  • Hanzo still regards snow as no big thing. What snowbank plowed behind me? VROOM.

  • That wind was CRAZY ASS SHIT today. I am honestly very surprised we didn't lose power at all. Also days like this, thermal underwear is a positively delicious thing.

  • My intestines hate me. I need to be nicer to them until New Years.

  • Watched the DW Christmas Carol this evening. non-spoilery teal deer: I enjoyed it. )

    Rest of season? CAN. NOT. FUCKING. WAIT. River Song and the whole I'll be in my bunk aside, Matt Smith may bring sexy cool back to the Stetson.

  • I got accepted into [livejournal.com profile] stepmoms today. I'd honestly forgotten I'd applied at the beginning of the month. Extra support and "no you're not crazy" always welcome. :)

  • Tonight's experiment in chicken seasoning ended up an unexpected success. Been trying to vary it up from just breading and baking it. So far so good. I'm surprised and honestly a little appalled by how much I rather like getting dinner together several times a week. Domestic? Me? who'da thunk it? Buh.

  • Need to stop 'crastinating about a few things tomorrow and get down to some brass tacks. Also my resolution list for next year is getting CRAZY. I need to prune it down so that my goals are actually achievable.

  • Habari Gani! Kugichagulia! No, I don't celebrate Kwanzaa, but the second day of it has meaning to me - not so much as self-determination (though goodness knows I could use some of that on a personal level), but as a reminder of an interesting time now way in my past. Also it's wicked fun to say.

    Yeah yeah yeah, I know. Like I even HAVE a Black card anymore.

  • Got the pictures off my phone (it's still good for that at least) and my camera for the last month, so I'm caught up reasonably with my 365 project. I haven't kept up with it nearly as well as I'd have liked, and I note that the chunks of time I missed pretty much directly correspond to my bad patches of anxiety and whatnot. However the project did get me into the habit of taking pictures of things that catch my fancy and got me out into the big wide world on occasion with the Hatemonger. Also I have a good handle on what needs work in terms of technique, the limitations of the Nikon starter lens, and under what conditions I can get better than decent pictures out of my phone camera, so I won't count it as a total failure even if I wasn't consistant with it.

    Also? I don't think I can complain about not having a constant human subject anymore. Kidzilla and Lovebug have filled out that role VERY nicely to the point where I definitely have to roll over their picasa album come January first. It's just crazy to me how much they've grown up in the year and change that comprises that album, I can't even.

    But I digress. I don't THINK I'm going to attempt project 365 next year, but I will be taking lots of pictures nonetheless. Just not strictly one per day. And I'm thinking a small goal to save for this year is some more camera equipment. Like holy balls of hell, can I buckle down and get a motherfucking tripod already? Sheesh. But I also would like a better zoom lens and some filters. Also want to actually take the DSLR class at Iris Photo one of the times it rolls around next year.

  • little bit of a heads up, I'm going to be doing a little temporary friends pruning. Not a cut, because I'm not defriending anyone or dropping people from filters or nothing, but my default reading list has gotten overwhelming and one of the things I want to do in 2011 is step back a bit from the interbutts. Since I'm not really announcing who I'm filtering off, I'll just say if it's important, shoot me a comment/message just to make sure I see it, and I'll still be reading everyone, just a few of you won't be getting read quite as often as, oh, every three minutes.


The highlight of my evening, though? Getting pinged by [livejournal.com profile] chirping_monkey because Kidzilla wanted to Skype and tell me all about her new dragons. XD What have I done to this poor child? LOL. I was having a bit of an iffy day emotionally, truth be told, but fifteen minutes squeeing over holiday eggs and pretending to pinch the camera and getting the Christmas breakdown with a very giggly six year old? Yeah. Dear fates she looks adorable without her bottom teeth, lol.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! ~~ (hers) Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

So um yeah. Shower and book time now.
anagramofbrat: (good enough)
Things that are good:
  • I'm perversely pleased by the hip deep snowdrift piled up against our back door. Honestly now that I'm not trying to get home in it, I'm rather pleased by the snow in general.

  • My state of mind after a good night sleep in my own pre-toasted bed glomnomnommed all over my man, whom I missed very very much this weekend. (and vice versa).

  • Coffee.
  • No holly for me this year but I am caught up on all other Christmas dragons. Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

  • There's a 2L of Pepsi Throwback in my fridge.

  • There's also the last loaf of pumpkin bread for the season, as [livejournal.com profile] cell23 forgot to take it for dinner. MORE FOR ME NOM NOM NOM.

  • Christmas loot: 2 cashmere sweaters, a pair of silly designer but WARM swede boots, a down blanket, a wafflemaker (!!!), and a black and white Amazon Kindle. Yes, someone got me an e-reader for Christmas. It's like the 21st centruy's all NOPE, you can't stop at music/movies, YOUR BOOKS GO NEXT. Yes, this is seriously amusing to me as well.

  • Licor 43 Cuarenta y Tres. I tweeted about this last night but I am putting out the call to everyone again to keep an eye out for this stuff because it is DELICIOUS and WE MUST DRINK IT NOW.

  • Watching of the Doctor Who Christmas Carol will happen at some point tonight. Yes. From all reports, it is good. And excuse me, that seems to be a topless River Song in the trailers for next season. I'll be in my bunk now.

  • Found both my camera cable and my gloves. :) Man these muppet-fur convertible mitten things have been the best gloves ever. Not only have I managed to hang onto them for three winters now, but they have boomerang properties - every time I "lose" them they reappear.


Things that are not as good:

They exist, but I'm going to drink my coffee and attempt to accentuate the positive today. There may be an extended [crazy] post coming, I'm not sure yet. I will say I'm sad I missed the kiddos this weekend, but I've had it on good authority that they liked their presents. And apparently Kidzilla has entered the charming gaping-holes-in-face stage of childhood, as she's lost two of her bottom front teeth now. Hopefully someone took pictures.

Really overall it's just nice to be home. It was in many ways a good holiday but it was also a very rough one and I'm not ashamed to say I'm glad it's over. Plans for today include hiding from the snow, doing some pottering around the house, work, to-do lists, SVU and making some Skype calls to folk who want to hear my voice.
anagramofbrat: (good enough)
Things that are good:
  • I'm perversely pleased by the hip deep snowdrift piled up against our back door. Honestly now that I'm not trying to get home in it, I'm rather pleased by the snow in general.

  • My state of mind after a good night sleep in my own pre-toasted bed glomnomnommed all over my man, whom I missed very very much this weekend. (and vice versa).

  • Coffee.
  • No holly for me this year but I am caught up on all other Christmas dragons. Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

  • There's a 2L of Pepsi Throwback in my fridge.

  • There's also the last loaf of pumpkin bread for the season, as [livejournal.com profile] cell23 forgot to take it for dinner. MORE FOR ME NOM NOM NOM.

  • Christmas loot: 2 cashmere sweaters, a pair of silly designer but WARM swede boots, a down blanket, a wafflemaker (!!!), and a black and white Amazon Kindle. Yes, someone got me an e-reader for Christmas. It's like the 21st centruy's all NOPE, you can't stop at music/movies, YOUR BOOKS GO NEXT. Yes, this is seriously amusing to me as well.

  • Licor 43 Cuarenta y Tres. I tweeted about this last night but I am putting out the call to everyone again to keep an eye out for this stuff because it is DELICIOUS and WE MUST DRINK IT NOW.

  • Watching of the Doctor Who Christmas Carol will happen at some point tonight. Yes. From all reports, it is good. And excuse me, that seems to be a topless River Song in the trailers for next season. I'll be in my bunk now.

  • Found both my camera cable and my gloves. :) Man these muppet-fur convertible mitten things have been the best gloves ever. Not only have I managed to hang onto them for three winters now, but they have boomerang properties - every time I "lose" them they reappear.


Things that are not as good:

They exist, but I'm going to drink my coffee and attempt to accentuate the positive today. There may be an extended [crazy] post coming, I'm not sure yet. I will say I'm sad I missed the kiddos this weekend, but I've had it on good authority that they liked their presents. And apparently Kidzilla has entered the charming gaping-holes-in-face stage of childhood, as she's lost two of her bottom front teeth now. Hopefully someone took pictures.

Really overall it's just nice to be home. It was in many ways a good holiday but it was also a very rough one and I'm not ashamed to say I'm glad it's over. Plans for today include hiding from the snow, doing some pottering around the house, work, to-do lists, SVU and making some Skype calls to folk who want to hear my voice.

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