- 14:07 Happy Thanksgiving! Take a break from #nanowrimo and spend some time with family. #
- 14:34 I am annoyed, looking for a used car. So far 3 out of 3 cars I've inquired about have been scams. #
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If you didn’t already know, Alan DeNiro’s first novel, Total Oblivion, More or Less, is now out, and you should be reading it, cause it is fantastic. And while you’re at it, if you missed his short story collection, Skinny Dipping in the Lake of the Dead, from a few years back, you should take the time to get it, too. You will not be sorry, only amazed.



Kar3n's Nana made a pumpkin strudel with a nut-free section specifically for me. Awww...
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Teenage boy: No, man! She like... can't get out of bed, because if she stands up, the baby will like fall out.
Teenage girl: What?
--St. Luke's


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Andrew Ellard of Noise To Signal begins an analysis of what went wrong with Dollhouse. Part two is here. Part three forthcoming. And before we complain, it is only the kind of analysis that could have been written by a fan.
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The season 4 Thanksgiving episode "Pangs" recognized as one of "15 Classic Thanksgiving Episodes." Nice to see the Buffster get some mainstream recognition!
Warm dry home; helpful, hot husband who smells good; fat black cat; swimmy blue fish; wonderful editors; a marvelous agent; amazing publishers; super-cool boss; the Eden Moore books earning out; Boneshaker continuing to do well; distant family having a good time without me in better weather than I’m presently experiencing; a secret clubhouse that serves the world; friends who swing by with goodies today; friends who would totally swing by with goodies today if they were in town; friends who are in town but have other plans; friends who express the wish that I were back in their town; Trader Joe’s meat selection and “wine country” chicken salad; Tofurkey (shut up, I love it); candy-colored hair; shiny black boots; a big brick tower; reading recommendations; independent booksellers; chain booksellers; libraries; book-loaners; book readers; new wool coat with a hood; having about 1/3 of my holiday shopping finished already; fuzzy hats; too much work because it’s far better than not enough work; one vehicle which works and is fun to drive; Etsy; novelty tee shirts; The Gap’s revamped selection of jeans; Christmas travel plans; new work-out music; CuteOverload.com; McKay faux-chicken seasoning; Advil; pixelated socks; leg-warmers (even though I didn’t appreciate them the first time they came around; Coke Zero; six different styles of goggles; out-of-town conventions; in-town conventions; tights on sale at Nordstrom Rack; new headphones that keep my ears warm; uncommonly good cover karma; fingerless gloves; plastic cutlery and paper plates; sorted, itemized receipts for everything; hand sanitizer that smells like lavender and chamomile; footie pajamas; Google; cheap red wine; thrift shopping; PBS; good reviews of my books from people I don’t know (and to whom I am not related); my paper shredder; a pack of wild cards; and cheese.
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io9 takes a look at various examples of hearty holiday feasting gone awry - including one such incident from the Buffy canon.
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Blonde: So what is this drink anyway?
Creepy guy: A roofie-coolada. (sinister snicker)
Blonde: Oh. Okay! (laughs)
--Virgil's, W 44th St
Or at least, the popular music of one's youth.
A thought generated by finding a spring in my step, even a skip, as I moved towards the step machine in the gym this morning to the opening bars of the Monkees, 'A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You':
It often seems implied that the power of the popular music of one's youth is because it brings back those happy memories of one's younger days when life spread out before one -
Except, okay, we may have an imaginary younger day in our minds, and perhaps the music taps into that? because a lot of the music I love is nonetheless associated with times of misery, depression and adolescent/student years/early adulthood angst. I.e. I was not happy and carefree, although perhaps I was, temporarily, as I bopped to the beat.
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In other news, in spite of a few crumpled rose-leaves (the lack of a Guardian, the way the spa, although open, didn't really seem to be geared up for early morning sybarites this particular morning, the breaking of a watchstrap that I only bought and had fitted a few weeks ago), this has been a pretty good day.
I managed to reschedule my facial so that I could go to the Core Conditioning class (intense but good).
It was beautifully sunny this morning and I managed to take some photos, several of the toadstools previously mentioned and of the grounds more generally, though I think the camera is trying to tell me that the battery is getting low.
Glorious walk this afternoon even if it did get showered on partway through and I was in a but of a rush at the end to make sure I actually got to the Core Conditioning.
Wallowing in the jacuzzi (my only complaint that it runs on rather a short cycle, chiz).
Working out in the gym.
So, pretty good day.
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