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blog pause.
as in, little to no chance of internet, forecast until at least wednesday of next week. Highs in the mid teens. Lows in the low zeroes. Chance of snow 90%. Chance of passing a snow-plow gone off the road slim to none, but has been known to happen. Chance of dog hair all over my nice leather seats: high to most assuredly. Chance of watching the extended edition lotr - all three - in rapid succession - with A the BIL: relatively high, i think. It'd be fun. It'll be cold, and we'll want to be inside vegging out, and what better place than on the couch with pippin? i love pippin. He's the best. Except for the Enya thing, but that wasn't his fault. but the only brew for the brave and trooooooo - comes from the green dragon! Chance of brew for the brave and true: slim. Chance of green dragons: aw, c'mon, no internet, no warcraft? Who made up these rules? i suppose Attack Uno will have to make up for it. It's a distinct possibility.

happy solstice et cetera everybody. Um. what's an appropriate sentiment to close out the year? aha: good mooorrrrrnin, vietnam!

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would welcome to our wedsite be too cheesy?
yes, probably. So. But. Sending out save the dates finally, at five months prior, with this url on 'em. Changed from lizgetshitched to indianawedding because then it's not so, um, me-centric. And it shouldn't be me-centric. It should be us-centric. If anything. Um. But. This necessitates further reworking of the page - more visible links on the top, and less bloggy content. But. That's okay. our save the date's are nice green text on white paper, which got printed out and photocopied, which will be cut out, six to a page, and glue-sticked to green, yellow, or possibly orange or blue or red cardstock (depending on how many sheets of green and yellow cardstock i got in that multi-pack from target). There are also (yes, that's the same daisy from right - it's mine - i photoshopped the hell outta that thing and i like how it came out, dammit) nice gerbera daisy stickers from target. I didn't buy *all* the daisy stickers target had, just half of them. I like gerbera daisies. They're pretty. So :P

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oh, yay. Wonder when i can start preordering from amazon. note to self: don't hold breath.

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on the extended LOTR ...
i think i like that i recognize the Eowyn theme music.

who is arwen's mother?

forget bowling for columbine - bowling for Numenor! whee, giant dragons!

why do the doors of the white city open inward? Are they fucking insane? what is wrong with these people? you can build a seven-layer-cake-city without any common-sense civil engineering?

I hate it when Pippin reminds me of an Enya video. You're not stephen spielberg, mister jackson, and we wouldn't like you any better if you were.

Eomer is hot.

it's a good thing Elrond isn't M's father-in-law.

They have a cave troll.

Shelob and IT have lots in common. Hey, how would Tim Curry play Sauron?

Wasn't that guy with the makeup Tina Turner's ex in Thunderdome? Maybe it's just the primal scream.

Great. Now every time i see Goonies, i'm gonna think that guy is an orc.

i hated the interminable shuffle-carry-crawl of Poor Mister Frodo in the books. i hate it on the screen. it just gets longer every. freaking. time.

Is that Tim Curry with the teeth? I love extened-editions.

where are all the dwarves in all this?

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they're repaving our road.

it needs it. it's been reminiscent of bombed-to-hell anywhere for a while now. we had potholes a foot deep. patches of off-colored road around the potholes, where they'd tried to fix them, and then the potholes came back, bigger and deeper and worse than ever. so they're repaving the whole thing.

and the lovely aroma of brimstone sure does go with all the christmas decor.

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every year, m's work has the Big Holiday Party.
every year, i stress out way too much over what to wear to it.
every year, it really doesn't matter.
every year, i do it again anyway.

why? aren't i modern and empowered enough? i'm not a fashion plate. nobody is going to remember what i'm wearing. Not even me. what the hell? where is this weird impulse to get new chandelier earrings coming from? and as much as i can tell myself it really doesn't matter, why doesn't it go away already?

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note to immediate family members: T.M.I.
(not including m.) Now, fuck off. Don't say i didn't warn you.

Notes for myself alone, since i don't like buying things online from work: Things To Get The Fam For ... dammit, why do i still call it christmas if i don't believe in that stuff? i need a new name for the Winter Holiday Season. Hanukkah is too early. Everybody still always has to work on the Solstice, and nobody knows what it is, anyway, or when it is, for that matter. Kwanzaa is too new. New years' isn't something that gets presents, it's something that gets drunk. i don't want to call it christmas as i'm not really celebrating that whole tradition and it's cheating, making me call it that. as if i wanted to continue the centuries of repressive dogma that started the crusades (because they haven't ended yet!!), or suppourt the institutions of corrupt, brainwashing pedophiles, or ... separation of church and state! subvert the dominant paradigm! shalom, motherfucker! No wonder i feel uncomfortable in churches.

Moving on. i am not a rebel without a cause - all of mine are just so pointless so you only think it seems that way. and you don't need to tell me catholics are nice, i know they are, i just have a problem with authority. like the Pope. Authority. Problem. ok. Moving on, really.

this one (G W Baehne) or possibly this one (James D. Fahnestock); this one (Dava Sobel - or in hardcover); and this one (Peter Esterhazy - in english so i can read it too, unless i can find it in...). Ship in 1-3 days. Must identify Florida address, house-number, zip code. Mmm, i love magic realism, i might want to borrow number 4 there the next time i'm home. Not totally sure about that first ed., but, he's damn hard to shop for. Pricey though. Or, yeess, this one (Mario Livio) - shit, totally that one, screw the first edition - oh, fun: make a working light saber with the plans in this one (Bob Iannini). also, obviously, this one (i <3 jon stewart, only he probably has it already. maybe i know more people that would like a copy?). Something tells me i might like David Sedaris. i have to finish Ulysses before i get *any* more books for me, though. Ulysses, the autumn of the patriarch, celestial harmonies, AND mason&dixon. i am not allowed. (Except Harry Potter, if that ever happens.) why am i so ambitious?

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a roundup of holiday decor in the neighborhood.
just on our immediate, little block. Which is really not very big. But i didn't recognize it driving home this evening. i mean i really, really didn't.

dozens of candy canes of various sorts;
17 giant inflatable noisy-fan things, including an igloo with two penguins, the Yeti from Monsters, Inc., several varieties of santas, trees, and reindeer, and an XXXXL one with three elves, snow, a pile of presents, and a christmas tree that ought to count as two or three giant inflatables all on its own;
15 lit-up deer in lights;
10 santas without sleighs;
8 santas with sleighs but no reindeer;
6 santas with sleighs and reindeer;
4 holiday-themed spotlights;
4 lit-up driveway-arches;
2 crosses;
1 american flag;
1 nativity.

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maybe i'm a bad person.
but. maybe it's just that giving holiday spirit. i give money and canned things to organizations that value eating - the Brazos Food Bank, mostly, but i'm sure if those people that feed sub-saharan africa came by i'd give them some tuna or cranberry or something. the Brazos Food Bank is the local one and the noisiest, around here. So. At work. They're having a charity drive. And maybe it's just my particular place in the hierarchy of needs and the certain things that are my real priorities, but, well, i like food. I like having it around. I like eating it. I like not being hungry. So if somebody doesn't have any food, it speaks to me. So. At work. They're having a charity drive. For toys.

And it pisses me off. Because these kids already have places to live and meals to eat, and they're asking for digital watches and CDs and sports equipment and "a Bible inscribed with my name." and i'm sorry. but really, is need a relative term? and if person X needs a digital watch, and persons Y, Z, and alpha thru omega need dinner, (and a lot of people around here need dinner,) isn't it sort of funny to get the one kid a watch? Or is it just me? $42 million for malaria research is great. But nobody dies because they don't have the American Idol fucking christmas release.

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symbology redux, remastered.
fyi for those interested - is nameology a real word too? Why yes, it's apparently an astrology term. Whether or not that makes it a respectable word is entirely another matter.

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symbology redux.
symbology is a real word! i googled it. I had no idea.

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symbology!
so, M. does not like pumpkin pie. i just learned this recently. And it has the feel of being something so utterly foreign to my way of existence that i won't be able to remember it. It seems especially like i won't be able to remember it since i have this weird feeling of deja vu - that no, i've been with this person forever and i ought to know, by now, if they don't like pumpkin pie, we've had, what, six thanksgivings now, and i think this may have happened before. That he told me once - or more times - that he didn't like pumpkin pie and i had the same reaction i'm having now, that's bizarre, i'll never be able to remember that, and i wasn't able to remember it. So. For maybe the dozenth time. and i'm thinking what if this is some weird crazy subconscious disrespecty thing that my id is having? only then i'm thinking, it's not him, it's not a sign of anything to do with him, it's some weirdo objecto-freudian deep-seated thing from my less-than-perfect family and thanksgiving and long island and city traffic and pumpkin pie and the macy's day parade (because it was the macy's day parade, not the thanksgiving parade, not the downtown parade, not even the macy's thanksgiving day parade, even if it was The Reason We Don't Go Downtown) and all-american-dom and holidays and how weird and symbolic things get. and i'm thinking, what does pumpkin pie do to me that i can't remember if people don't like it? what must i have it represented with? that now i can lie on the couch and take a nap? that now i can feed the dachsund bits of turkey? that i don't have to look at the aspic any more? that we're going to watch ferris bueller's day off again? that i got away with not eating chestnut puree again, only now there are leftovers of it? and if i blog this, will i remember it next year, or next month? don't remind me. i want to see what happens.

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and while i'm talking to celebrities,

dear julia roberts, why are you the voice of aol? Don't think we can't tell it's you. Bitch. We thought you were better than that. We're so disappointed in you.

and, just so everybody knows, the only time i have ever actually spoken to the television was when Elizabeth Berkeley was about to take her top off in Showgirls - wasn't it Showgirls? - and i said, and i quote, No Jessie, Don't.

That is all. Also, Showgirls was really, really, impossible-to-overstate awful, but we all knew that, i'm sure.

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i usually blog at work.

i was sick.

then it was busy.

it still is.

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dear Bono,
  1. un
  2. dos
  3. tres
  4. cuatro
  5. catorce ("quattorzay")
also, unos:some. and to be cool and funny and nonsensical in a song lyric is one thing and perfectly fine and lost of people do it every day and nobody minds. But to release it in what is probably a nationwide ad makes, well, iPod, at least, look like an idiot. Ugh. i so don't care if it's a three's company reference or if it's a biblical thing or if it's how many nuclear weapons North Korea has or if it's how many albums (if you count the Best Of's) U2 has released or if those are the ones that some particular guy has produced or if you're trying to out-cool Offspring, i don't care. And none of that belongs in an iPod ad anyway. Just - freakin - stop.

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