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I literally went to bed on Christmas Day eve and didn't move for 24 hours. Awesome. Wait, that's not true, my shootin' arm was active as I was hooked into Falloout 3 all Saturday and most of Sunday. I LOVE THAT GAME. [And guys, I'm not a first person shooter gamer. Except for how I am when I'm shooting zombies.]

But I deserved the downtime, imo, because I spent the lead--in time to X-Mas doing a hell of a lot of sewing. How much? I put on DVDs and had those going while I did nothing but sew together birds: ALL of the director's cuts of the LotR trilogy, the entire UK Office series, including the Christmas special, and seasons 1 - 3 of the US Office. That's a lot of sewing.

Sally girl?



Sally derg? Who wants to see how I made those? Who's a good girl? Who has the stinkiest poots?! YOU DO! *scritch* ( Quick, look under here while she gnaws on her bone. )

Now if you'll excuse me, Imma eat something and play some more Fallout 3. Pchoo! Pchoo! [ETA] Aww, I just read that Kim Peek died. (He was who "Rainman" was based on.) He and my sister saw the same neurologist and attended similar therapies together. My folks got to know him and his family rather well. RIP, dude.

OH MY GOD, the new Yuletide site has been down for... how long now? All that fuss, all of those promises to people who didn't want their stuff moved to a new place, and it's down? LOL. I know, I shouldn't laugh, that's not kind to those of you whom are vexed over this, but HOLY CRAP. 10 year old code is still 10 year old code, no matter where you move it.

This is a quick summation, because girlfriend (boyfriend), I have some eye rolling to do with y'all. My MiL was in RARE FORM (translation: her usual horrible self) and got a verbal smack-down from my sister, which is awesome. And I will never ever EVER handcraft anything for her ever again. EVER.

And now I'm going to grab a tin of fudge (oh my god, I made almost 7 pounds of fudge just on Christmas Eve, 5 pounds of caramel-turtle brownies and a cheesecake that I DIDN'T EVEN BRING OUT. Dessert for this week, then?) and go get on the new PS3 (whoo!) and play Fallout 3 while my husband uses his device from the future on his one pair of black dress shoes. (An automated shoe polisher! Who doesn't need that?! *crickets*) LOL.

It was a great holiday for everyone, minus the bitchery of said individual. The food was great (if I say so myself) and plentiful, my family appreciative (minus said individual) and once everyone had cleared out, I took a muscle relaxer, a pain pill, and two glasses of wine and slept for 11 hours last night. MERRY BABY JESUSMASUKKAH!

Yen Tan is a film director that I've worked with several times. His latest movie, Ciao, is finally available for pre-ordering on US Amazon. Because Australia and NZ are totally boss, it's already available for purchase Down Under. (There's a German release on January 21, as well.) It's a quiet, beautiful (and very sexy) movie about two men finding love after a mutual friend dies. (This is not the typical gay film festival movie where someone dies BECAUSE they're gay. This is a lovely movie. *g*) It's won all sorts of awards on the film festival circuit.

Support the GLBT and independent film community and help make this a big seller!

Have a happy holiday for those that are starting your celebrations, and have a happy backside of the celebration you just wrapped up for those that celebrated Solstice and Hanukkah. And for atheists like me, happy Wednesday thru Friday! :D

(And now I go back to sewing the rest of these damned birds. Oh my god, my hands are cramped into claws. CLAWS!)

On Friday I filmed a commercial for a geriatric care facility. ( The Golden Years seem a bit tarnished. )

Just... they can't all be disposable, folks. Are some of them racist? Yep. Grumpy? Negative Nancys? Sure thing. But maybe you'll be a force to help change their minds - and maybe you won't. But I bet you'll feel better for trying. And for those of you that are caring for your elderly and/or infirm parents: you have my utter respect, and I wish you a bit of peace of your own this holiday. It's a hard job that doesn't get enough credit. Just know that I admire the hell out of you.

And to the one hater that told me to STFU and quit with the podcasts, dude, just take me off your reading list, dummy. Okay, this was the episode that had Snookie getting cracked in the face. Eesh. Again, I had to break it up, but they're seamless when you play them.

I swear to god, I love this show. It's absolutely crack and KUH-RAY-ZEE. Have a great weekend, everyone!

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( transcript for those that can't dl )

I got a surprise commercial shoot today (whee!) which means that I'm about to leave and won't be back until lunch-ish. Which means that my planned podcast of the Jersey Shore won't happen until after lunch. Which means, okay, I'll stop that. Does anyone even care about my thoughts on yaoi? douchebaggery? This was the episode when Snickles got popped in the nose, if that helps you any. (That was actually pretty intense and horrible, poor little orange oompah loompah!) So I'll leave it up to a poll if I should spend the time making a podcast, or if it's just my Nana listening to it fifteen times.

(And I like making them, it's good voice over practice. But hey, if they're irritating, that's good to know. I'll just sit over here like a dog in the dark eating wet cigarette butts, I hope you know. What, you're too good ta listen to someone talk? Mr. Big Shot podiatrist too busy to call ya mother? I was in labor for nine months, yes, the whole time I carried you, I was in labor, but did I complain once? My feet looked like Challah bread... [/Linda Richman] Lol.

[ETA] Suck it, haters, it's up. ;)

Poll #1500589 TRW: Oompah Loompah-land (Jersey Shore) podcast
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 23

Stoney, I would like you to

What I need you to unnerstan is:

A'right a'ready, I gots ta get ready to be a hot nurse. The call didn't ask for a hot nurse, but I can read between the lines. (Lol. Way to fast track yourself to getting dumped by your agent!) (Oh, and I spent SEVEN hours cutting out felt birds yesterday. I scheduled a massage for tomorrow morning. Hunched over a counter for hours? I feel like I'm a semi-colon. *kee-rack*

If I've not responded to your emails about coins, it's simply because I had so many emails to reply to! I think for the sake of organization and my bank account I need to turn off the request for random foreign coins. Thank you so much for the offers, but I am going to be sending a LOT of mailers across the globe and until I learn the formula for making money grow on trees, I'm going to have to beg off any further offers. :D (You all have been so generous, I can't WAIT to post pictures of all of the things my son ends up with. SMOOCH TO YOU ALL.)

Here's my to do list today, if that gives you any indication of what my life is like this week: ( To Do - Thursday )

So, uh, if I don't reply to you, that's why. Life is happening. :)

And for my Hebes, just in time for the last two nights of Hanukkah, HONIKA ELECTRONICA. <3 the TRON mention. I also love his Dreidle icon on his iPhone instead of the Apple logo, LOL!! I hope you all are having a lovely holiday. SMOOCH.

It's almost the weekend, folks, WHEW. (And Jersey Shore is on tonight! FIST PUMPIN' LIKE CHAAAAAAMPS!)

St. Nick, a lovely film that I'm in (briefly - it's about my "children" not the parents) is showing this weekend in Grand Junction, CO for those nearby. It's won all manner of awards, and I'm so proud of it, regardless of my involvement. The kids that star are simply wonderful. For cinephiles this is a treat for the eyes, too. My buddy Clay was the cinematographer and it's just gorgeous.

My inbox has been inundated with replies to my foreign coin request for my son. I can't tell you how much it means to me that veritable strangers (all of the lurkers!! All of the people that saw the post on friendsfriends!) are so willing to give a boy they've never met a birthday to remember. It's just... it's hard for to me be sarcastic (my usual default) when there really are such lovely people in the world. Truly, thank you. At last count, and I've not added all of the emails from the last 12 hours, I have over 60 offers.

ETA I think I'll call off the hunt at this point. I have every continent represented, minus Antarctica. (And if any of you are out there on the icy wastelands of beauty and want to send something along, well, I sure won't stop you. *G*) Thank you so much for your generosity, it'll take me a few days to sort through addresses and get organized. You're WONDERFUL people!

!!! ( a beginning list of the countries represented under the cut )

I'm going to need to spend the next few days getting things organized and then I'll start sending out mailers. (And I know I'll run into some hiccups, I'll keep you posted, for those wanting to play along.) I also had the (to me) great idea of buying one of those old school globes that we had in the classroom, put a hole with a rubber stopper at the bottom and a coin slot in the top for him to keep them all in. We can put little flags on the countries where we've collected coins, too. I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS. :D (Even better would be to find a glass globe coin bank, but I can't imagine that's easy. But then, I've not looked.)

I also realized that I have some serious balls asking people for money (essentially) after mocking the recent wank about the con that swindled people out of money. THIS IS DIFFERENT, I SWEAR. Don't send the internet police after me, please. Hee.

(And to those of you that left me little love notes, I just love you to bits. Seriously, I can no longer be my snarky self when there is too much SWEETNESS and AWESOMENESS in the world. <3 But I'm sure I'll get called a jerk for mocking Bella/Edward and all will go back to normal. LOL. Sincerely, thank you.)

Lastly, it was frickin' freezing, Mr. Bigglesworth, this morning and Sally Derg could not WAIT to get out in it. That thick fur coat is finally a boon, she's thinking. We get outside and she started running in circles and figure eights, panting and pouncing and filled with doggy joy. Then she stopped stock still, grinned at me (whatever, dogs TOTALLY grin, and we all know it) then walked over, sat and looked up at me waiting for me to put her leash on. LOL. Dogs are rad.

I just sent my son off to school after re-dressing 75% of him. Note to newcomers: my son is almost 14 and has Aspergers. While yesterday was unseasonably warm, today isn't and he thought that flip flops, running shorts, a white dress shirt and a tuxedo jacket would be SUPER AWESOME to wear to junior high. No, seriously, a tuxedo jacket. [his aunt's recent wedding] Good lord, I am so glad I didn't sleep in as I intended. His reasoning was "my feet don't get cold, I have athletics after school [he's a runner] you told me to wear a long sleeve shirt, and I left my coat at school, what's wrong with this one?"

After explaining that a tuxedo jacket - while quite dapper - would mean that he got the ever-loving snot beat out of him as soon as he stepped on the bus, he simply wanted to argue the point that beating someone up over what clothes they were wearing was stupid. Yes. But. What would you [my son] think if I wore my wedding dress to the grocery store? He thought a minute then replied, "Well, is it warm?" Duh, mom?

See, when someone has a brain differentiation that causes them to a) not inherently understand social cues and rules and b) be shackled to logical thought to the point of abandoning any preconceived social norms, you end up with wool socks and bathing suits to gym class. "But if I sweat, my bathing suit will wick it away, and the wool socks allow me to run and slide on the floor." I don't know, this is how my life is, y'all. RULES THERE ARE RULES, CHILD.

I have a request to make of you folks that live in other countries, though, and it's detailed so it goes under a cut. Help me give my son an awesome gift for his birthday! (End of January.) ( Coins! You got 'em, I want 'em! Please? )

The other thing is that "anonymous love meme" that's going around. I have a secret. I don't usually throw my name in (I have once) because I have extreme guilt. It makes me so sad when I see people that enter their names and don't get any comments. So I make a point of finding a few of them every year, checking out their journals, finding something nice about them, and commenting as if I know who they are. It's anonymous, so they have no idea that it's a person they don't interact with, but it seriously distresses me to see that empty comment box. Maybe you take a minute and do something like that? We all know how it hurts to be ignored or left out, is what I'm saying.

...and because it's been a rough year for yours truly, I threw my name in, too. I AM WEAK, WHAT CAN I SAY. Because I have OCD: when you're zooming around there sending love to random strangers (I hope) make sure that you reply to the RIGHT PERSON. (those random anon comments not attached to anything means the person to which it was intended never knew you commented! That also distresses me and I have to fight the urge to find out who it was for and link them to the anon comment. I have a sickness, what can I say?) Hit the REPLY TO THIS link, not POST A NEW COMMENT. And make it ANONYMOUS. It makes it fun to try and guess who said what. :) And throw your name in, too, if you haven't already, so I *cough* someone anonymous can love on you, too.