madwomanwithabox

...don't ask. I don't know. 'Fandom and cheese' just go well together.

ANYWAY! *ahem*

Dear LOST,

THERE you are. My show, my beautiful show with that *points at icon* beautiful man being beautiful. This has been a really great season so far and I love me some Faraday, but seriously.

*points at icon*

Thank you for waking up my muse and giving me fanfic ideers again.

Love and lots of it,
Me


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Thus ends my nonspoilery review of LOST. Carry on.

Let's preface with, yes, I suck at updating, but I HAD TO SHARE.

I'm listening to KLOS on the web this morning and there's this band on called Crooked X. The kids in it don't break age 16, seriously...and they're playing some of the best balls-out rock 'n roll I've ever heard.

I love their guitar player, their lead singer's amazing...if I didn't know these kids were KIDS, I'd be having some very dirty thoughts right now about the singer. Seriously, just based on the voice.

And? THEY OPENED FOR KISS.

That is all. [/end random ejaculation of rocker gyrl glee]

I'm not political by nature, but when I heard about Ted Kennedy my heart sank like a stone.

My heart goes out to Senator Kennedy and his family...no one should ever have to suffer through anything like this.

A glioblastoma multiforme killed my mother twelve years ago. The glioma he's been diagnosed with is far more aggressive...and let me tell you, I wouldn't wish a brain tumor like this on my worst enemy.

The funny thing? Mom loved the Kennedys...she campaigned for Bobby back in the day. Heh.

Sometimes life is just one big kick in the head.

MATT NATHANSON IS ON 95.5 KLOS RIGHT-FREAKING NOW, ON MARK AND BRIAN.

AND HE IS AWESOME.

THUS ENDS THIS POST OF CAPSLOCKY GOODNESS.

P.S.: Anyone with internet access and who can listen to streaming radio? Log on to 955klos.com right now and check it out. Seriously...Erica is to blame for me loving this guy, and he's seriously GOOD STUFF.

- I live. Who knew? :P

- Dad is home. He's *mostly* healthy...detailed summary of his health later, 'cause he's yelling for me, but he's basically out of danger and recovering.

- I, however, am out of here. Very soon. Another long story...I will do a long story post, I SWEAR.

- LOST. HOMG. That is all. :P

- I'm bingeing on Kurt Russell as of late (yes, titania_le_fay, I blame YOU!). What the HELL does a girl have to do in order to find a copy of TANGO & CASH without waiting an asstastic long time from Amazon? *huffs and pouts*

- I need to make icons.

- I need to make RP comms. *cough*Supercouple:TNG*cough cough*

- And now I need to go, because one of my muses is about to get clobbered. I plan to watch and laugh at her.

AH MEES JOO GUYZ!!! *LOVE*

-NaNo has begun. All/most posts pertaining to the madness will go in my writing journal, onthe_8thday. Friend if you dare. :P

And as for my only other random...


R.I.P.
Ramona Quimby Carlie
1989-2006

One year ago, I lost a pet, a mother, and a sister when my cat died. Those of you who know me well...or at all...knew Ramona by proxy. She was the caretaker of my family, my best friend, and a major part of my life. Hell, she was even a character in some of my writing.

A stroke ultimately ended her life...her heart threw a clot, and she ended up paralyzed from the waist down. She just got old, and her time came. We had no choice but to put her down and end her suffering.

If you never had a pet, or a pet you got close to, you don't understand the pain that comes with this kind of loss, or the joy that they can bring you. You don't understand the humanity that an animal can have, or how the bond you form with them runs as deep, if not deeper, than the bonds of blood that bind a family.

Ramona saw me through my mother's death. She was one of the first people I talked to when I finally began to confront the fact that my dad and my brother were abusing me emotionally. She let me hold her as I cried through every vicious fight, climbed in my lap every time I felt the most alone.

I couldn't do anything to save her. I didn't get a real chance to say goodbye, and thanks to my father and my brother, I still haven't had my own chance to grieve for her. So today, I'm doing the only thing I can for the second most important person in my life next to my mom.

I'm making sure that nobody forgets her.

So I guess it's kind of fitting that today, All Soul's Day, is the anniversary of the day she died. They say that no one ever dies if you remember them...I'd like to think that there's a lot of people who read this thing, and if everyone who does read it could just think about her today...just once, just for a second...it'd be like having her back again for just a minute.

Rest in peace, girlie...and don't drive Mom too crazy.

I love you, Mona Belle.

Days suck. Especially this one. More later, me no like talk now.

I've seen people remarking on NaNo, so...*adds name to list* This'll be numberrrrr...five for me. Fifth NaNo, fourth novel. Wowzers. I'm like...a veteran now. And stuff. :P

So, anyhoozle, for those interested in my progress? Here's *my* journal for NaNo and other writerly-ness: onthe_8thday. A comm makes posty-ness easier. :P

This year my novel's gonna be way different...at least as far as I can tell. I'm actually...get this...NOT writing a fantasy/sci-fi novel. I know...shocker, right?

This year it's a straight mystery, and...well...friend the comm. I'll be posting info fairly soon about the foundations of...stuuuuuuff. :P

Anyhoozle, gotsa go...Tim's bitching about dinner.

Days suck? But brothers suck worse.

*MWAH* Loves to my peepz, bitches! Hee!

Dear HEROES,

Thank you for to be giving rogueapprentice disturbingly creepycool muses, for now I have my revenge for SUPERNATURAL, LOST, THE KILL POINT, and Matthew Fox.

*evil cackle*

Love,

Me

P.S.: PLZ TO BE GIVING ME HAWT SHIRTLESS SWEATY PEETAH NEXT WEEK. K? THX. BAI.

-Hello, friendly friends. Yes, I am alive. No, I have not abandoned LJ, even if I have abandoned my paid account. (It expired...I have no money. Liz will get herself a brand new Petrelli-friendly layout when she wins the lotto...oh yesh...) And finally, yes Virginia...there *is* a Santa Claus. :P

-A little about home: Dad's in the hospital. Long story short? Another infection...sorta. Infection sent him there (under his own power, he scheduled an ambulance transport himself and did his own admitting...the whole nine yards), and turns out they found circulation issues in his leg. Not the lymphedema mind you...he's got arterial blockage, and today he's going in for an angiogram/angioplasty. The angiogram is an exploratory procedure...like taking an x-ray of his veins. If they find the blockage isn't too bad, they insert a catheter and use a balloon to move the blockage and clear the way...that's the angioplasty part.

The fun side? He refuses to be awake for it...he's demanded that they put him under anesthesia. He *says* nothing can go wrong? But he basically drove himself into the hospital...most of you know the story, but for those who don't: he waited five and a half months for this thing with his leg to get this bad. Anyway, I no longer trust him. So...if you pray, just do me a favor today and warn God that Liz will be PISSED if anything happens to him. ;)

-In other news...about a week or so ago, I won $300 on the local radio. *insert cheering section here* It's like a payroll gimmick...they call a name every hour, and if you call in to accept, you get $100 an hour until the next person calls in when they get their name called. I registered...I got called. No one else called in for 3 hours, so I made some SHWEET bank. Oh yesh. My check's in the mail, so I'm just all bouncy to get it now. HEE!

-Why did I use this icon? BECAUSE IT'S FUNNY.

-I heart Wentworth Miller. And Milo Ventimiglia in all his short-haired buffness. [/end random love]

-I've been watching BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER and the decision has come in: I need either a Kendra, Jenny Calendar, or Rupert Giles muse. That is all.

-I don't make icons anymore. Why is that? *decides to make icons*

-Okay, so who here shops at Target? *looks at show of hands* So, they have these dollar bins in front of the store, right? And the stuff there changes all the time. So they've been selling this really *awesome* dollar jewelry...bracelets, necklaces, earrings, etc. I picked up a BUNCH of cute stuff...some earrings shaped like angel's wings, a heart necklace, a fleur-de-lis necklace...

And then the other day I picked up another necklace that I thought looked cool. I wore it to the hospital to see Dad yesterday...and he says it's a Nazi symbol. The necklace has a symbol that looks like this, but without the swastika.

Now I have relatives that were in concentration camps...my dad's family is Jewish. I would never knowingly wear a Nazi symbol. But look? I did...Dad told me to look it up online, and I did, and until I saw it with the swastika emblem? It did NOT click with me that the necklace was an Iron Cross.

I got this at Target, peeps. TARGET. This HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT MOMENT has been brought to you by the letters W, T, F, and by the number 0...as in never again. Yeah, I'm taking that shit back.

-I'm on a huge Fleetwood Mac, Led Zeppelin, and Eagles kick lately. I must download tuuuuuunes.

-Speaking of Target...I now own an I <3 JIM mug. As in THE OFFICE. Why yes, I am awesome...thank you for noticing. :P

-And did I mention my Dwight Quote Pens? What? Yes, I am *also* made of win, thank you! ;p

-I think me and rogueapprentice are STILL the only people on the planet who loved THE KILL POINT. We rock. And roll. All day long. SWEET SUZIE. [/end seekrit movie quote language]

-SAM/JO. WTF? SO RANDOM BUT SO GOOD. [/end seekrit message to You Know Who You Are]

-Okay, time to get some work done. And....stuuuuff. I don't post enough, I know...please collect your free pass to kick my ass into doing shit, right here. Line up, nice and orderly people...