Monday, November 24, 2008
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Sunday, November 23, 2008
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Saturday, November 22, 2008
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Friday, November 21, 2008
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Aww! My daddy sent me flowers at work to celebrate my birthday on Sunday. I've put them in a place of prominence, so all my coworkers can enjoy them.
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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Monday, November 17, 2008
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
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Saturday, November 15, 2008
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Friday, November 14, 2008
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
I wrote fic! Fic for Kat for the Dresden Halloween Ficathon! Fic that I'm really, really proud of, and that made Kat cry!
I promise to never use my powers for evil. Title: The Other Son Fandom: Dresden Files bookverse Characters: Thomas, Harry, Justine, Susan, and an unexpected guest or two Prompt: "Thomas on Harry. Let's see his POV on his baby brother. I don't want slash of any sort, just brotherly shenanigans." --Kat Word Count: 4,846 Rating: PG-13 Summary: Thomas Raith has a brother. Spoilers: Up through Blood Rites Disclaimer: Thomas, Harry, and all other assorted Dresden-y characters and concepts belong to Jim Butcher and Penguin Books. Link: Read it at The Archive! Labels: dresden files, fanfic Priscilla said at 1:08 AM
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Hello, Yuletide Santa! This is my first year participating, and in my confusion I was woefully unspecific in my requests. My letter clarifying my desires is here.
Thank you! Love, Priscellie Priscilla said at 2:37 PM
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
HA! Long ago, I mentioned my Neil Gaiman story to a friend, who passed it on to one of his friends, who went to see Neil at his big live-action Sandman thing on Saturday. Neil did a similar-style Q&A there, and the friend of a friend submitted this. It's in the first ten seconds.
I kind of love the universe. Labels: neil gaiman Priscilla said at 6:23 PM Yeah, so I fail at NaBloPoMo. I was too busy this weekend having a fantastic time with my aunt and uncle to write blog entries! We attended two spectacular Broadway shows, Gypsy (with the extraordinary Patti LuPone) and Chekov's The Seagull, and spent Saturday afternoon at the MoMA.
Regarding Gypsy, I find it hilarious that two of the most "upbeat" audition songs I know, "Everything's Comin' Up Roses" and "Cabaret," are sung by women fighting not to break down in despair. Regarding MoMA, SO MUCH JOY! They're doing a special exhibition on Van Gogh's paintings of night scenes, and my faith in "Starry Night" has been restored! I first saw "Starry Night" in person when I was a senior in high school, and I was crushed to see it was so much smaller than I imagined. Note that this came the year after I saw the Rosetta Stone in person, which I'd imagined as a 2001-esque monolith. It was like learning Santa wasn't real. Anyway, since then, the shock made me misremember the size of "Starry Night" as being much smaller than it actually was, so when I saw it again, I was overjoyed. YES, that's how big "Starry Night" should be! It's perfect! Three cheers for confusing the brain with unreasonable expectations! Now if only the Mona Lisa and "Persistence of Memory" would follow suit. Anyway, yay for getting to spend time with my aunt and uncle! Best relatives ever. Don't try to argue, because you will be wrong. Priscilla said at 5:51 PM
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Monday, November 10, 2008
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Friday, November 07, 2008
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Thursday, November 06, 2008
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Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Aww, I love my coworkers. Work has been very stressful the past few days, especially as my partner, Chris, took off Friday and Monday to move into his new apartment, and his alarm didn't go off this morning, meaning he got in around 11. My job feels about four times harder when doing it on my own, and some of the time frames our producers have been giving me alone would be tight even with both of us working on the characters at the same time.
Anyway, I got a text message from Chris after work: "Thank you so much for all your hard work lately. It is not going unnoticed obviously. You rock." Warm fuzzies. :D Though alas, on the cold, non-fuzzy front, Michael Crichton died yesterday. His were some of the first "adult" novels I read. I remember being nine years old, and my mom (quite wisely) wouldn't let me see Jurassic Park, so I checked out the book from the library and read that instead. Then I picked up Sphere, which became one of my favourite books at that age. My sister asked me if I was carrying around "big books" to make me look smarter. I don't think I've read anything of his since junior high, but... he had a hand in shaping the craziness that is my brain today. He was singly responsible for kicking off my paleontology obsession phase. He will be missed. Labels: books, i love my job Priscilla said at 8:07 PM
Priscilla said at 12:57 AM Okay, so I've failed to live up to the requirements of NaBloPoMo after only three days. But I think tonight merits an exception. I am drunk on a hybrid of JOY and HOPE and apple martini. I only had one of the latter, but even after, four glasses of water and over an hour of digestion, I can barely type straight. Or walk straight. Thank goodness the bar I chose was only three short blocks away! (Had intellectual policy discussion with random guy named Sebasitian. Don't know where I got the impression people that go to bars aren't the type of person I'd be interested in. I wasn't interested in this guy, buty his polictical savvy was nice. Yeah, that description made no sense. Se above, re: drunk on a single appletime. Am a total lightweiht, but OBAMA WOO!)
My god, people. We elected a BLACK MAN named BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA. We finally proved that anyone can be President, even a kid born to a single-parent household, raised by his grandparents. We showed that a campaign of hope can triumph over a campsign tailored to fearmongering and divisiveness. \MICHELLE OBAMA is going to be out First Lady! She is opinionated and fiercely determined, and she will do great things of the office. Sasha and Malia are adorable and genuine, and I look toward to seeing what dog they choose. Biden is honest and has strong roots in the communities he grew up, the complete anyithesis of Chenes. And the SUPEREME COURT! My god, we don't have to worry about more Rebupican appointees stacking the court. And I see how many spelling mistakes I'm making, but I'm too joyous and drunk off only ONE apple martini to care. Good grief, that was strong. I feel like I've had two or more. Hope I don't have an hangover tomorrow--boss is a Republican, and he frowns on political discussions in the office. (So naturally, we discuss plitics when he's not present.) I feel like sitting here is making me ever nore drunk, even though my lisp have not toughted alcohol since McCain finished his speech, through that's probably me getting tired. I was up at 5:45 this morning, after all. And I know I'm making spelling mistakes, but I'm too amused to correct them. I'm going to go to sleep and dream of four--nay eight--years of an Obama administration. I'm so happy with the direction the country has chosen. Labels: more likker, obama is awesomesauce, politics Priscilla said at 12:54 AM
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
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Monday, November 03, 2008
Dear Priscilla,
FiveThirtyEight.com and ElectoralVote.com only update once per day. You can check them every couple hours, but the data will not change. Also, according to fivethirtyeight.com, McCain has a 1.9% chance of winning. Just watch SNL's election special and be cool. Love, Yourself Labels: politics Priscilla said at 9:02 PM
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Priscilla said at 11:48 PM Hokay! The second half of the story of my weekend!
Saturday was the last day to submit entries to the Dresden Files Halloween Costume Contest, and though I felt it was inappropriate for me to enter, I still wanted to get in on the costuming fun! Early that afternoon, I pondered over how I could pose to best depict Molly. The first thing to come to mind was to have her with the beaded leather bracelet she wore in White Night, struggling to move the beads up the strap with her mind. However, as I didn't have the materials and the light was quickly fleeing, I realized I would have to think of something else. Then it hit me. The costume I have for Molly is based on how she looks in the book Proven Guilty, in which she helps staff a horror movie convention called "SplatterCon!!!" Considering her appreciation of the genre, dollars to donuts she's a big fan of the Bruce Campbell oeuvre. I kicked myself for not dressing up as her the previous night when I went to see My Name is Bruce, losing the opportunity for a "Molly fangirling Bruce Campbell at SplatterCon!!!" photo. But wait! All was not lost! Halloween wasn't Bruce's only night in New York! My friend Shecky saw him enter the theater around seven the previous night--what if I could catch him on his way in? I mentioned this idea to my friends on the Jim-Butcher.com forum, and Craig (a fellow New Yorker I've palled around with on a couple occasions) volunteered to join me and bring his camera. SCORE! Craig and I went over at 6:40, in hopes of catching Bruce before he introduced the 7:20 screening. We whiled away a significant chunk of the time laughing about how ridiculous we were being. Alas, Bruce must have gone in a different door. At 7:25, the sensible thing would have been to call it a night, but no one has ever called me sensible! Instead, we went in and spoke to the manager. I explained the situation and asked him if there was any way we could pull it off. Shockingly, he didn't gape at us in horror and tell us to beat it! He suggested we come back during the Q&A at 9 and ask Bruce if it would be okay. He even said he'd let us go into the theatre without tickets! If you're out there, Justin, you ROCK. Craig and I went out for crepes and conversation, then returned at 8:45 to catch the tail end of the movie. At the Q&A, I explained the story to Bruce, and rather than publicly mocking me, he waved me down to take the picture! EEEEEE! He asked who I was dressed as, then asked if I looked like the character. The audience was largely silent, save for a couple smartasses who said no. (Hmph! Jim himself has [url=http://www.jimbutcheronline.com/bb/index.php/topic,7771.msg260409.html#msg260409]commended me[/url] on it!) Alas, my camera's flash wasn't on, and Craig didn't know how to turn it on, so he took two blurry photos before Bruce humorously shoved me away for taking too long, saying "Gah, Evil Dead IV will be made by the time you take the picture!" I laughed and thanked him, though inside I lamented getting so far, only to be thwarted by a stupid flash. As a last ditch effort, I talked to one of the ushers and verified which door he'd be leaving from, and we waited for him outside. I thanked Craig for the umpteenth time for indulging my insanity. Finally, Bruce emerged! "I turned the flash on this time!" I said by way of greeting, and he grinned and said "Let's do this thing!" We took the picture, and it was everything I hoped it would be, and Craig shook his hand, and then he was off! Craig and I did a little squee dance, and parted ways. WINNERS = US! Though I think we can all agree that the real winner is AMERICA. File under: costuming, dresden files, epic win. Labels: costuming, dresden files, epic win Priscilla said at 10:49 PM
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Saturday, November 01, 2008
Because I've become so lax about blog posting lately, I think I'm going to try NaBloPoMo, in which folks are challenged to blog at least once a day for a month. This used to be no problem for me, so let's see if I can't get back in the swing of things!
Life is good in Priscilla-land. There has been a blessedly low amount of overtime at work, and as I alluded to in a post a week or so ago, I've enjoyed a deluge of awesome celeb encounters and fun events with friends. Last night, I added to the celeb list when I went to a special screening of My Name is Bruce, with Bruce Campbell in attendance! Kevin, Richard, Kevin's friend (was it Bob? My memory fails me), and I sat in the front row for the Q&A, meaning that for most of the time, I was sitting about four or five feet away from him. Groovy! This was the first time I'd seen him speak, and it was lots of fun. He delighted in mocking fans and their questions, playing the endearing jerk. The big moment of the evening came when one fan announced to his girlfriend, "With Bruce Campbell as my witness... Will you marry me?" Bruce goggled, then grabbed a guy dressed as Gallagher and blessed them with "four years of happy marriage," with Gallagher waving his mallet in benediction. Mazel-tov! All in all, I had a great time. But little did I know, the awesomeness did not end there! I shall details tonight's hijinks in tomorrow's post. Priscilla said at 12:12 PM
Priscilla said at 12:24 AM Title cartoon by Bruce Eric Kaplan, used without permission. |