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Thursday, July 31, 2008



  • 17:33 @fredhicks He responded to your email? Urgh. What an asshat. #
  • 17:34 @mkcho73 I don't want to know. #
  • 19:04 Whee! I'm about to no longer be the only person in America who has not seen "The Dark Knight"! #
  • 19:04 @fredhicks *headdesk* Have a cookie? #
  • 00:05 @jimmyaquino I'll bring you pear and cream cheese pie someday when you least expect it! And it shall be delicious. #
  • 00:09 Feeling pissed off at a guy that doesn't really deserve it, and that makes me even more pissed. Now I know why guys think girls are crazy. #
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Wednesday, July 30, 2008



  • 17:33 @fredhicks He responded to your email? Urgh. What an asshat. #
  • 17:34 @mkcho73 I don't want to know. #
  • 19:04 Whee! I'm about to no longer be the only person in America who has not seen "The Dark Knight"! #
  • 19:04 @fredhicks *headdesk* Have a cookie? #
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Last night, I dreamed that I was cast for the role of Winthrop (from the Music Man--an eight-year-old redhead boy with a lisp) for the Colbert Report, and I had to decide it it was worth quitting my job. To make the decision, I returned to my high school photography class, where I was delighted to see that my professor would have given me an A+ if I had actually turned in the final assignment, but had deducted 30%, bringing my score to a 75 (yes, I know that math doesn't make sense).

Very witty: Font Conference

Very horrible: Doctor Horrible, back on HULU for another week! Also, visit this website to get the good bad anti-villainous doctor's van remote on your iPhone!

Very athletic: the Hundred Push-Ups Project. I'm going to give it a shot!

Very animated: Princess and the Frog and Up teasers are here! EEEEE!!!

Very soulful: Neil Patrick Harris as a singing shoe fairy on Sesame Street (and I just had a flash of him playing Moist von Lipwig, even though he is unBritish. Y/Hell Y?)

Very evolved: Wolverine trailer!

Very hairy: Half-Blood Prince trailer! I have chills!

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  • 14:40 @jimmyaquino I'll be there! I'll be there around 7:40, but I'll be there! #
  • 14:41 RIP Scrabulous. What new game will fill the void? #
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Monday, July 28, 2008



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Presentinge The Most Woefulle and Arduous Tale of Travells to the Comicke Conventionne
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I arrived at the airport with plenty of time, as befits a seasoned traveler such as I. However, In the security line, as soon as I reached the front, the employees insisted my line double back on itself with another line, with the end result that about forty people got in front of me. The motivation for this has not been explained. I described the incongruity to a fellow line-waiter as "Kafkaesque." How little I knew of what pandemonium awaited me, dear reader!

The boarding went without a hiccough. I was seated in an aisle seat, across from the aforementioned fellow line-waiter, a publicity representative from Wizard. As the plane taxied away from the gate, I mused over which panels I would elect to attend Thursday morning. Minutes to take-off, however, the plane stilled. We all waited expectantly.

Many minutes later, we continued to wait expectantly. The pilot informed us of the dire weather situation, which blocked off the airport from all sides, but which would hopefully clear up soon. The pilot continues to string us along on this lie for two hours. I fiddled with my iPhone and finished reading Havemercy. Brilliant.

At 5, the sleeping woman across the aisle from me (hey, it's the woman that works for Wizard I met in the security line!) wakes up with a start, wondering why we were on the ground, as she thought this was supposed to be a nonstop flight. The woman behind her informed her that we never left. Angst all around!

At a loss, they started airing the in-flight entertainment. I enjoyed a couple episodes of How I Met Your Mother, enriched by my new appreciation of Neil Patrick Harris, but all the while bemoaning the fact that even if the plane left right then, I wouldn't be able to stop by the convention center that night to pick up my badge and avoid the ridiculous Saturday lines.

The flight attendants then began airing the in-flight movie, 21. The plane taxied around uselessly on the runway in some demented tarmac ballet. I picked up the newest Artemis Fowl. About thirty minutes in, we suffered a second-long power failure, which resulted in 21 being restarted from the beginning. The passengers groaned and laughed, because otherwise we would have started screaming.

I struck up a conversation with Wizard woman, Maria, and the woman sitting behind her, Kristi. Good people.

About four hours in, a line began to form at the galley as the passengers sought out sustenance. They ran out of food within twenty minutes. It was not unlike Lord of the Flies.

The sixty planes on the tarmac continued their taxi dance, and somehow we ended up at the back of the takeoff line. Ultimately, this did not matter. We also used so much fuel that we wouldn't have been able to make it all the way to San Diego anyway.

Five hours in, the pilot received word of a possible route out! Win! However, it would steer us majorly off-course and take more than the five hours the trip was supposed to take, and San Diego's airport has a curfew due to its proximity to residential areas. It took the pilot a further thirty minutes to recognize that the longer route plus the time it took to refuel would result in us missing said curfew. Apparently a 777 full of angry passengers frantic to get to Comic Con wasn't worth the fee for breaking the rules.

Time to deplane! Everyone pulled our their cell phones to try to reschedule their flights. To my dismay, I saw that I only had 10% battery life remaining. Awesome. Also, in my haste, I left my carry-on in the overhead bin and had to go back to get it, swimming upstream in the crowd like a stupidly forgetful salmon.

I stood in the long ticket line with Maria and Kristi, internally flailing at the news that the earliest flight the next day was at 3pm, which would put us in NY around 8. I felt my Comic Con slipping through my fingers, and I wanted to cry. Fifteen minutes later, as I am still paralyzed waiting in line, the 3pm flight sells out. AUGH.

Whatwhat? Kristi manages to snag a ticket agent over the phone and tells him a sob story about a nephew's christening the next day. This is made up, but the ticket agent coughs up a flight on a different airline that would get her into San Diego around noon. She snags it. HOPE! She remains with Maria and me to offer moral support and the prospect of a shared hotel room.

Another fifteen minutes later or so, Maria and I reach the front of the ticket line. Kristi's flight has sold out. NO! But something in my distressed countenance warms the ticket agent's frozen heart and she finds a single ticket opening on a flight that gets me in Thursday at 4pm. I want to kiss her. I tell her I'll take it, but then she pauses, investigating a different trail. She finds another seat on a flight leaving from Newark that gets me into San Diego Thursday at 1pm! I nearly leap over the kiosk and hug her. Maria immediately asks if a second seat is available, and there IS! Maria hazards to ask if there is a third seat, as Kristi doesn't mind getting in an hour later if it means traveling with friends (which we are at this point), and huzzah, YES! WE'RE GOING TO SAN DIEGO, BABY!

Flush with victory, we grab our bags and decide to head to the Newark Airport to try to find a hotel room nearby. HahahahahaahahaNO. Assorted cab drivers, legal and otherwise, tempt us with fares of anywhere from forty to sixty-five dollars EACH to get us to Newark. Um, what?

We locate a Super Shuttle, which offers to take us there for forty, which Maria haggles down to thirty-five. Maria is awesome like that. There are four other passengers with destinations in Manhattan, including a woman we would learn is the mother of Joey Lawrence, actor on Blossom and regular feature of Dancing with the Stars.

I use my dying iPhone to find phone numbers for Newark hotels, and Kristi calls three or four before the clerks finally convince her that no, just about every hotel in the entire New York metroplex is booked solid.

I propose a new solution: Maria and Kristi come sleep at my apartment, and we put the cash we save from the hotel room towards a car service to whisk us off to Newark in the early AM. Good plan, me! This solution is pretty much the best plan ever. Oh my god, we are so tired. We inform Super Shuttle driver of the new plan, and as the driver no longer has to factor in exorbitant New Jersey tolls, Maria renegotiates our fare to $25 each.

Ten minutes later, Joey Lawrence's Mom decides she is furious at this price inequity. She's getting off before us, but her fare is $35. She tries to renegotiate her deal, too, but as she has no grounds to do so, the driver is having none of it. She doesn't seem to get that the three of us represent $75 worth of passenger going to one location, whereas she is only one woman, and her situation has not changed since she and the driver agreed on a price. She's still paying way less than she would from any other driver anyway! They fight loudly over this stupid ten dollar discrepancy for a stupidly significant portion of the ride, culminating in the driver pulling over and telling her to get out. She stays put and ratchets down her obnoxious whining from eleven to four and a half or so. We side with the driver, because we want to get home at some point that night.

Home, finally! We bring our bags up to my apartment and plan to get take-out from an Italian restaurant two blocks away, but as it immediately starts pouring buckets the second we step outside, we instead order in pizza and open a bottle of wine and bask in the knowledge that we just might come out on top, despite the horrors before.

In my infinite grace, I accidentally knock over a glass of wine, which shatters on the hardwood floor. Despite our thorough search, we were still finding little micro-sized bits of glass an hour later. I vacuum.

I re-pack my bags, stuffing my entire Molly costume (big boots and all) into my carry-on, so that if they lose my bag (which feels inevitable at this point), I'll still be able to dress up.

We head to sleep around 12:30, after ordering a car for 5 and setting three alarms for 4am. I volunteer to sleep on the futon, allowing Maria and Kristi the bed. I am like a saint or something.

I am awakened by an impossibly loud buzzer at 1:30. I immediately assume it is an alarm clock, until I see the clock on the TV. Finally, my sleep-addled brain recognizes that it is the door buzzer. I muzzily ask over the intercom who it is, and it is revealed to be roommate's boyfriend. Roommate is wonderful and understanding and miraculously cool with the idea of me inviting near-strangers into our home, but I kind of want to stab roommate in the head for not answering the freaking buzzer herself. (In the morning, she apologizes, which is very cool of her. I love you, roommate!) I buzz him in and open the door a crack, and I am asleep again by the time he walks up the stairs to the room.

I am awakened again around 2 by someone's impossibly loud cellphone going off on the dining room table, also sounding much like an alarm clock. This time, there will be no mercy. I stumble into roommate's room and tell her and her boyfriend that one of their cellphones is going off, but it isn't theirs. My urge to kill wanes slightly. Turns out, it's Maria's. Mrsfgl. Okay, no death tonight. Too sleepy anyway.

4 am! I wake up for real! We take showers and munch down toast and are ready for the car at 5. The car is punctual and clean and the driver is courteous and we arrive in Newark in like forty minutes, rather than the hour-plus I was expecting. It feels like even less time! Could things finally be looking up?

We check in and head down to security, where the line is unfathomably long. When we get to the front, the security guy and I exchange witty banter about my Battlestar Galactica t-shirt, then he informs me I've been selected for random search. Lovely. So have Maria and Kristi. Good grief! Fortunately, said search is quick and painless.

I am so jaded about our trip woes at this point that I take random strangers not coming up to me and shooting me with a tazer as a kindness. We nickname ourselves "The Murphies," after Murphy's Law: Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. We subsequently refer to each other as "Murphy" and "Murph" for the rest of the trip.

We get to the gate, only to find that they have oversold the trip by THIRTEEN SEATS. How the heck does that happen? Fortunately, we have seat assignments already, so we win! I pity the poor folks that thought they were safe and arrived a little too late. Off to Minneapolis!

We land without incident, grab lunch, then head off to San Diego! Then OMG, WE'RE HERE! We get our bags easily, though Maria and I have to hold our suitcases in our laps for the short trip to her hotel, as Kristi's friend's tiny Ford Focus wasn't built to tow such cargo. I dress in my Delirium costume in Maria's hotel room, and I get to the con just before 3. I've missed the panels for Doctor Who, Torchwood, and Middleman, but I'M HERE AND I KISS THE GROUND AND YAY YAY YAY COMIC CON!


Things that made the hellacious ordeal worth it:
  • Seeing my wonderful sister on her birthday weekend! LOVE YOU, MELISSY!
  • Hanging with buddies Jimmy, Kevin, Amber, and Gail/Daoine. Amber and Gail are friends from the Jim-Butcher.com forum, and it was a treat to get to finally meet them in person. Gail and her crew had the most amazing costumes I've ever seen. My pictures are awful, so hopefully someone else will produce images that actually do them justice.
  • Spending all day Saturday hanging with Jim Butcher and his friend Cam. RIDICULOUS FUN! We prowled the con floor at length, snagged a delicious lunch, and relaxed a bit in his hotel room before his signing and panel.
  • Meeting Nathan Fillion! As soon as he saw my Maeve costume, he whipped out his camera and asked for a picture. I'M ON NATHAN FILLION'S CAMERA, YOU GUYS! Afterwards, Jim joked, "Wow, your geek points just skyrocketed. Nathan Fillion took your picture while Jim Butcher held your stuff."
  • Taking an elevator ride with Allison Mack of Smallville and sitting at the table next to Patton Oswalt's at lunch. Cam's wife refused to believe it was Patton, so we considered giving him a sign that said "Yes, Jess, I am Patton Oswalt" and taking a picture with Cam's phone. Unfortunately, Patton finished his lunch before we could convince ourselves it was a good idea. Also caught glimpses of Kristin Chenoweth and Ellen Greene of Pushing Daisies and the Mythbusters boys, and got to hang briefly with Jim's awesome editor, Anne Sowards, and Ernst, Les, Derek, and Neil of the Dabel Brothers.
  • Went to panels featuring Shauna Trpcic (costume designer for Firefly, the later seasons of Angel, Doctor Horrible, and more); Bryan Fuller (creator of Pushing Daisies, Wonderfalls, and Dead Like Me); the show-runners of Lost, Terminator, and Chuck;
  • Making a Dresden cosplayer's day when he didn't make the line cutoff for Jim's last signing by bringing him to Jim's attention afterwards, so Jim could sign his staff.
  • Seeing so man amazing costumes! MAN, the world is filled with creative fans!
  • Having my own costume praised by so many people! Man, the number of photographs taken of my outfits was staggering. On Saturday, Jim and I died laughing at the number of people that asked him to take pictures of themselves with me, without realizing who he was.
Then on the flight home, as I worked off two hours of sleep, the flight was delayed nearly an hour on the tarmac, and when we got to New York, we couldn't land because of the weather, so we apparently flew to Cincinnati and back. Then they lost one of my bags, and I had to wait nearly two hours before it finally surfaced. Then I went home and went to sleep.

GOOD CON!

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Priscilla said at 12:38 PM

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Friday, July 25, 2008



  • 06:52 Flight to SDCC, take 2! Was stuck on Tarmac for 5 1/2 hrs before they finally canceled flight. Managed to re-book for 8am. #
  • 06:53 Am living embodiment of Murphy's Law. #
  • 12:07 Onwards go I, to the great Diego of Sans! #
  • 16:17 Landed! It only took 26 hours to get here! #
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Thursday, July 24, 2008



  • 00:16 Packing for SDCC, w00t! Though yeep, you'd be surprised at how much space wigs take up. And, y'know, knee-high Doc Martens. #
  • 00:18 @fourteenacross Yup! The aired version is actually nowhere near the finished product (wtf?), but... mah characters! On teevee! Eee! #
  • 00:20 (And the red swimsuit with the strappy back was totally not inspired by Battlestar Galactica. What do you take me for, some kind of nerd?) #
  • 13:03 On bus to airport, passed LeFrak City: Live a Little Better. Am 12 yrs old. And a BSG fan. #
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008



Twitter is being obnoxious, and LoudTwitter is temporarily disabled. Lame. Here's the tweets that haven't been posted over the last few days:

July 16, 2008:
  • 21:04 Woooo, Project Runway is back! #
  • 21:37 OH MY GOD MY NUVARING AD IS ON TV RIGHT NOW. I'M ACTUALLY SHAKING. #
  • 23:07 Lookin' at the guest list for Comic Con. Ray Bradbury is still alive? Color me embarrassed. #
  • 23:08 OMG BRILLIANT! Doctor Who fans, watch this fanvid right now! The Master just can't wait to be king: http://tinyurl.com/5o8mmy #
  • 23:11 @mkcho73 Yup! My spot! Not a spot re-filmed in live action, MY ACTUAL 3D SPOT WITH MY CHARACTERS! MY PIXELS! PIXEEEEEEELS, PRECIOUS! PIXELS! #
July 17, 2008:
  • 0:55 Doctor Horrible part 2 is love! How to win over Priscilla's heart: compare people's souls to pie. #
  • 0:56 @mkcho73 Totally! It's very flexible. #
  • 1:19 "Singing is the universal language, along with being on fire." --Joss Whedon #
July 18, 2008:
  • 16:33 Huh. LoudTwitter hasn't sent my tweets the past two days. #
  • 23:15 T-45 minutes and counting for Doctor Horrible! I don't want it to end! #
July 19, 2008:
  • 0:24 ...Okay, that was an enormous disappointment. #
    0:25 To the fanfictionmobile! #
  • 20:24 Woo, I smell like rubbing alcohol! Gotta love dyeing wigs. #
  • 20:43 @fourteenacross Yup! San Diego Comic Con, woo! And by extension, also attending are Delirium, Maeve, and Molly Carpenter. #
  • 20:43 @mkcho73 Try high heels. #
  • 20:47 Just tweaked Facebook profile. I now have a PhD in Horribleness from the Evil University of Evil. I wonder how many people will follow? #
  • 21:41 Just when I'd resigned myself to the fact that I need a new watch, old watch falls off a counter and breaks. Good motivation, life. #
July 21, 2008
  • 21:32 @jimmyaquino Vous ne parlez pas le Francais? Quelle dommage! #
  • 21:39 Jim approves of my Molly costume! Triumph! #
  • 22:39 @mkcho73 The preppy retail equivalent of the White Album? #

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Priscilla said at 2:11 PM

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Sunday, July 20, 2008



Hmm. What to do when your Molly costume actually looks really cute, as opposed to Frankenhookerish?

Here's the full costume, with and without the jacket (it's going to be HOT in San Diego!), and a close-up.


The wig is done! I initially planned to gel it into spikes, so it would look more street grungy and less like a punkish Veronica Lake, but I love the current look too much to risk screwing it up. Unfortunately, I screwed up the ratio of ink to rubbing alcohol in the dye for the blue, making it look kind of flat and gummy. I managed to fix the gumminess, but it's still not as shiny and pretty as the pink side. In fact, it looks kind of radioactive. Ah well. :D

At the con, I'll be wearing black nail polish as well, but I didn't feel like putting it on just for these photographs.

(Dear god, I want to steal that jacket. I'm borrowing it from the awesometastic Rebecca, who found it at a thrift store for TEN BUCKS, whereas it usually retails for like $80. Envy! Thaaaaaank youuuuuu, Rebecca, for lending it to me!)

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Priscilla said at 12:38 PM

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Saturday, July 19, 2008



I've uploaded the songs from Part III of Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog! Download away, but with the same caveat as parts I and II: if/when Joss releases an official CD, buy it. Support Joss and Nathan and NPH and Felicia and all the folks that gave their time for free to create this gem of a production. Don't be lame!

Download here (zipped .mp3s, 10.8 mb), and grab the songs from 1 and 2 here.

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Priscilla said at 11:26 PM

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Is it just me, or is Domino's Pizza Tracker kind of insane? Order Placed / Prep / Bake / Box / Delivery? "Mohammed began custom-making your order at 9:38 PM"?

More like the Too Much Information Age.

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Priscilla said at 9:45 PM

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Something really unsettling happened yesterday! I nearly walked into some dude on the street, and for a split-second, I thought he was my father. I got that blast of dad-recognition, followed by intense, joyous surprise, all of which was over in an instant. Then I saw he looked absolutely nothing like my dad, and the moment was gone. So weird.

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This is a test of my post-by-email system, step one to determining why
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Priscilla said at 8:18 AM

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Friday, July 18, 2008



This will only be funny to people who watched last week's Middleman (Flying Fish Zombification) and have read Proven Guilty (8th Dresden book), which means... probably only one of you. Oh well. I'm entertained!


Cut scene from Proven Guilty:


Harry: So talk. How’d you wind up in jail?

Nelson: I’m not sure what actually happened. I was in the bathroom—

Harry: What bathroom? Where?

Nelson: At the convention.

Harry: Convention?

Molly: *points to her SplatterCon!!! button* It’s a horror movie convention.

Harry: SplatterCon? Never heard of it.

Molly: No, SplatterCon (*jazzhands*).

Harry: That's what I said.

Molly: Yeah, but you didn't do the (*jazzhands*). SplatterCon (*jazzhands*) is spelled with three exclamation points on the end. It's pronounced "SplatterCon (*jazzhands*)."

Harry: *stares. a long, long time.* You trick me into coming bail your boyfriend out under false pretenses, interrupting some very important work that could very well save my bacon in the next few days, and you expect me to do (*sarcastic jazzhands*) every time I say the name of some ridiculous convention?

Molly: *silent yeep*

Harry: [to Nelson] Okay, what happened in the bathroom?



For everyone else, here's Zac Effron inadvertently dancing to the "Gaston" song. Renata needs to see it RIGHT NOW.

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Priscilla said at 9:45 PM

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Dear Soon-To-Be-Not-President Bush,

Birth control medication isn't only used for birth control, you utter and complete jackass. For many women, it is used to regulate hormones and prevent us from suffering cripplingly painful cramps. I went on birth control years before I even kissed a boy, and now you want pharmacists to be able to exercise some kind of blind, wildly innacurate moral judgment against me, to automatically brand me as some kind of nymphomaniacal painted jezebel and refuse me the medication it is THEIR JOB TO DISPENSE? Hell no!

Guess what: birth control isn't always contraception, and CONTRACEPTION IS NOT ABORTION. In fact, you right-wing asshats should love contraception, as it decreases the number of abortions performed. Contraception is specifically designed to prevent unintended pregnancy.

This is not an abortion debate. This is not a morality debate. This is common freaking sense.

How long until you're out of office?

Priscilla


Read more about the issue here, then sign the Planned Parenthood petition and call your Congressman. Get angry, people. This feckless behavior needs to be smacked down yesterday.

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Oooh, they're closing one of the three Starbucks locations within a block of my office! Horrors!

Will any of you be affected?

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Thursday, July 17, 2008



So. Penny is Bad Horse, Y/Heck Y?
  1. That conversation about how sometimes people have hidden layers? HAH.
  2. It's by JOSS WHEDON. The sun rises in the east, fangirls squee at slashy subtext, and Joss writes kickass female characters. Penny is certainly admirable, but... Come on.
  3. Bad Horse is talked about waaaaay (neiiiiiigh?) too much to not be a plant.
I guess we'll find out on Saturday! In the meantime, enjoy brilliant Doctor Who/Doctor Horrible icons.

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Priscilla said at 9:23 PM

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The Watchmen trailer hit the web a day early! SO MUCH GUH.

I need to reread. I wonder if Coworker Skabla has finished with my copy?

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Last night, on my teevee...



Just saying.

(Seriously, what was up with that dress? Dude deserved to be auf'd.)

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Priscilla said at 1:13 PM

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Part 2 of Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog is up, and if you're anything like me, you've spent the past two days incessantly humming the delightfully catchy music from part 1. Having realized that trying to watch the episodes over and over at work could become problematic, I clipped out the songs from parts 1 and 2, for my listening enjoyment.

Grab 'em if you want them, with one caveat: if/when Joss releases an official CD, buy it. Support Joss and Nathan and NPH and Felicia and all the folks that gave their time for free to create this gem of a production. Don't be lame!

If you Girl Scout pinky-promise to be un-lame, download here! Zipped .mp3s, 10.6MB.

Track List:
  1. Doctor Horrible Intro
  2. With My Freeze Ray
  3. Bad Horse Letter #1
  4. Will You
  5. Will You Reprise
  6. A Man's Gotta Do
  7. A Man's Gotta Do Reprise
  8. I Cannot Believe My Eyes
  9. Bad Horse Letter #2
  10. Story of a Girl
  11. Brand New Day
I'll do the same for part 3 when it's posted on the 19th.

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  • 15:05 There should be a musical theatre fansite called "Webbernet," if there isn't one already. I'd laugh. #
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008



  • 09:10 I LIVE. It's been strange to be away so long, internet, even though incessant iPhone email checking meant I was never actually away. #
  • 09:11 @mkcho73 All the lightning bugs I saw as a kid were green. What other color should they come in? #
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008



Saw part I of Doctor Horrible with Tanja and Rebecca this morning. BRILLIANCE. Go see it, now!

And tonight, we have (cheap student) tickets to Spring Awakening! Clearly, today is a day for fabulousness and musicals.

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Priscilla said at 10:40 AM

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This past week, Tanja, Rebecca, and I have also been hanging out with Johanne (bartholdy on LJ) and her friend Katrine. Yesterday, we went separate ways. Here's what happened to them last night:
"Okay, people. We went to see Wanted tonight after dinner. We just took a random cinema. Bought ticket. Came back half an hour later. Suddenly police and people everywhere. We were confused. We went in, which was pretty difficult, but we were eventually allowed because we already had tickets. We are in a room. There is nothing in there, except two guys in suits and some people selling popcorn. Down the stairs, 2 meters away, comes Gary Oldman, Christian Bale, Maggie Gyllenhaal and Christopher Nolan. We totally unwittingly walked right into the opening of Dark Knight. I am still shaking. I was THIS close to everyone involved with presumably my future favourite movie. And I kept whispering Christian Bale... Christian Bale... Christian Bale, without even noticing. Thank you, New York."
ENVY.

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Monday, July 14, 2008



  • 02:51 Weird. It's the Better Gmail Firefox extension causing the glitch. Ah well, at least gmail is functional again. #
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Sunday, July 13, 2008



  • 19:04 Freaking Dali. Intrigued by Hitler and swore allegiance to Franco. DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT, MOMA. #
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Friday, July 11, 2008



  • 09:57 Anyone else having gmail issues? I can't write email unless I use the "old version." #
  • 10:09 @hodgman Saturday, 10-10:30 am? I shall indeed! What is your theory? Tar-kryptonite? #
  • 15:00 @fredhicks Woooo, congrats! Fingers crossed. #
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Thursday, July 10, 2008



  • 09:51 @fredhicks You roll a 19! The layout is defeated. #
  • 09:53 Freaking F train platform. I've been in cooler saunas. #
  • 13:06 @xiehicks Have you angered the forest spirits recently? #
  • 15:38 @mkcho73 If french fries and mac n' cheese are vegetables, so is deep-fried okra. Trust me, I'm from Texas. #
  • 16:51 @jimmyaquino What's this, Jimmy? Spaced crew at K. Smith's store? When? #
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Tuesday, July 08, 2008



Check out this new John McCain ad. In this message approved by the Senator, the narrator claims, "Beautiful words cannot make our lives better."

I beg to differ.

"I love you."

Ironic that "Love" is the name of the spot.

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  • 22:41 Miiiiddleman! #
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Sunday, July 06, 2008



Hello, I'm Priscilla Spencer. Recently, I've been troubled to hear comments by presumptive Republican presidential nominee John McCain, who said, "Now we've got the cables. We've got talk radio. We've got the bloggers. I hate the bloggers. We’ve got all kinds of sources of information."

As a blogger and a human being, I was shocked and saddened. But I want you to know, John, on behalf of bloggers everywhere, that despite your ugly words, we don't hate you. As a matter of fact, we like you.

We like you very much.

We particularly like your feckless tax plan, which promises four more years of Bush economic policy, and your repeated admissions that you don't know much about economics, not to mention how you can't even pay people to manage your own taxes properly.

Your well-documented anger issues and creepy superstitions.

The fact you're breaking campaign finance laws you yourself wrote.

Your foreign policy incompetence, which includes the lack of awareness of the differences between Sunnis and Shi'ites and the humorous flub that Vladmir Putin is the President of Germany, glazed in man-sweat.

I'll keep my eyes on you. And let it be known, one day, when you least expect it, your policies will help elect Barack Obama. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I love sweaty basketball players!

Priscilla said at 10:37 PM

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Okay, clearly the cripplingly painful cramps and the pukiness this morning were coincidental, as now I have no cramps, but I'm weak and can't stand up long without seeing spots and getting a headache. Have called coworker and let him know I'm probably not going to work tomorrow.

Also, laundry machines suck. I've washed a load TWICE, but it's still sudsy! Hmph.

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Priscilla said at 9:16 PM

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Ooh, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is on! Yay Crazypants David Tennant!

I love you, ABC Family. Marathonning the Harry Potter movies "to celebrate America."

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Fortunately, the suckitude of the day is countered by Kat's awesome new fic: The Dalek Invasion of Discworld. It is made of win.

Also made of win: The Onion.


Bush Tours America To Survey Damage Caused By His Disastrous Presidency

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Priscilla said at 3:56 PM

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WTF, BODY.

This morning, my period cramps were so bad that I threw up twice and had to climb into the bath to regulate my body temperature to a point where I was marginally more comfortable. Then I got into my bed, still damp, and buried myself under the covers (mind you, it's so hot and muggy in NY that I often don't even use a sheet when I go to bed) and went to sleep, as that was the only way I could think of to stop feeling nauseous.

Cramps are gone now, but if I feel so much as a twinge tomorrow, I'm staying home from work.

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Saturday, July 05, 2008



Yeah, worst possible interpretation of "independence day" ever, life.

Broke up with awesome boyfriend because I'm uncomfortable with intimacy. And worse, he's been too badly burned trying to stay friends with exes, so I just lost an awesome friend in the deal. Good job, Priscilla.

Yeah, sometimes a first-rate same-sex education can't really compare with learning how to date.

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Priscilla said at 1:47 AM

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  • 10:17 I desire sausage. Dare I trust the grocery store downstairs? #
  • 17:40 @mkcho73 Don't blame me! Sausage is delicious. #
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Friday, July 04, 2008



  • 10:00 TGIT! #
  • 18:02 One week until Michael Weston! New season of Burn Notice = more exciting than Christmas. #
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Thursday, July 03, 2008



  • 08:35 @jimmyaquino Happy Birthday to She of the Magnificent Rack! #
  • 20:07 @jonathancoulton There's a song in there somewhere. #
  • 20:09 @fourteenacross The world is recognizing your awesomesaucitude! Bask in your success and your money. #
  • 20:10 WIN! I was going to have to do ridiculous overtime tonight, but a job was moved and now I'm out at 7! I shall celebrate with pad thai. #
  • 20:19 Just spend a few minutes searching for my iPhone cable, only to find it was already plugged in to my computer. Proud Penn alumna, that's me. #
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Wednesday, July 02, 2008



Picked up Jaida's book! Woo! If you're in NY on the 16th, she and Dani have a signing in Brooklyn!

Where the Heck is Matt? A Global Dance. So ridiculously cool. I got a little teary-eyed.

Dr. Horrible Comic! Is it July 15th yet?

Tell me this ad wasn't made by a John Hodgman fan. I dare you.

Lars Larson Rips Wall-E As ‘Propaganda’; It Teaches Kids ‘Humans Are Bad For Planet Earth’. Um... Mr. Larson? Humans are bad for Planet Earth. Though if you actually saw the film, you'd know the message was a warning against mindless consumerism and waste, complacency, and lack of awareness. All the human characters were well-meaning and recognized the vital importance of reclaiming the planet and restoring its vitality. A for effort, F for reading comprehension. And while I'm at it, another F for seeking to eliminate joy. This movie is incredible. I hope all you guys get to see it on the big screen.

Senators Craig and Vitter team up to co-sponsor Marriage Protection Amendment, which would amend the Constitution to declare that marriage “shall consist only of the union of a man and a woman. Un-freaking-believable. You know how you can defend the sanctity of marriage, Senators Craig and Vitter? Try NOT CHEATING ON YOUR WIFE AND HAVING SEX WITH PROSTITUTES/ANONYMOUS MEN IN AIRPORT RESTROOMS. Marriage doesn't need protection from same-sex couples, Senators. It needs protection from you.

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  • 08:06 "Brutus is just as cute as Caesar. Brutus is just as smart as Caesar! We should all just STAB CAESAR!" Nice to know I'm appreciated. #
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Tuesday, July 01, 2008



  • 11:28 Mmm, Monday. It's nice to have weekends again. It's nice to have the days of the week actually *mean* something. #
  • 16:02 @hodgman It's the harsh, Anglo-Saxon, trochaic foot that makes the latter so appealing. Spondee is for lamers. #
  • 21:06 ACTUAL LINE from a TV ad that just aired: "ABC Family salutes America with Harry Potter Weekend!" Um. #
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What's so great about Caesar, hmm?
Brutus is just as smart as Caesar.
Brutus is just as cute as Caesar.
And when did it become okay to have one person be the boss of everyone?
That's not what Rome is about!
We should totally just STAB CAESAR!


Feeling a little like the object of said vitriol at the moment. Nice to know all the work I do for this fandom is appreciated.

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