janetlin: (Zorro)
The lovely [livejournal.com profile] alierakieron directed me toward the second Zorro story in radio drama form (it apparently hasn't been in print since the twenties. Sad), in which Diego's fiancee gets to have a moment of Awesome while being accosted by the pirates raiding the pueblo.

Lolita: Bitch, please, the garrison is going to come ruin your party any second now.

Pirate: Haha, we tricked them into riding out of town looking for us!

Lolita: They'll come back when they see the fires.

Pirate: What fires?

Lolita: The fires outside the window.

Pirate: Ack, fire! What idiot torched the servants' quarters?

Lolita: MY SERVANTS did it. And by now the soldiers have seen it. Pwnd.

Pirate: Run away! Back to the ship!

Of course, they take her with them to be a damsel in distress, because otherwise we wouldn't have much of a story, but still.

Also, it doesn't happen often (for good reason), but I totally love whenever someone refers to Los Angeles by its full name. El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Ángeles del Río de Porciúncula. Little nothingburger of a town with a name bigger than its population. Gotta love the Spanish.
janetlin: (Zorro)
The lovely [livejournal.com profile] alierakieron directed me toward the second Zorro story in radio drama form (it apparently hasn't been in print since the twenties. Sad), in which Diego's fiancee gets to have a moment of Awesome while being accosted by the pirates raiding the pueblo.

Lolita: Bitch, please, the garrison is going to come ruin your party any second now.

Pirate: Haha, we tricked them into riding out of town looking for us!

Lolita: They'll come back when they see the fires.

Pirate: What fires?

Lolita: The fires outside the window.

Pirate: Ack, fire! What idiot torched the servants' quarters?

Lolita: MY SERVANTS did it. And by now the soldiers have seen it. Pwnd.

Pirate: Run away! Back to the ship!

Of course, they take her with them to be a damsel in distress, because otherwise we wouldn't have much of a story, but still.

Also, it doesn't happen often (for good reason), but I totally love whenever someone refers to Los Angeles by its full name. El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Ángeles del Río de Porciúncula. Little nothingburger of a town with a name bigger than its population. Gotta love the Spanish.
janetlin: (Boy crazy)
Dear [livejournal.com profile] jinxed_wood (and others to whose interests it may be relevant),

Look what my darling husband discovered tonight. Not safe for work, obvs

the internet is for <strike>Sherlock</strike> pr0n )
janetlin: (Boy crazy)
Dear [livejournal.com profile] jinxed_wood (and others to whose interests it may be relevant),

Look what my darling husband discovered tonight. Not safe for work, obvs

the internet is for <strike>Sherlock</strike> pr0n )
janetlin: (Zorro)
"These turbulent times." Don Diego sighed. "I would they were at an end. A man has no chance for meditation. There are moments when I think I shall ride far out in the hills, where there can be found no life except rattlesnakes and coyotes, and there spend a number of days. Only in that manner may a man meditate."

"Why meditate?" Gonzales cried. "Why not cease thought and take to action? What a man you would make, caballero, if you let your eye flash now and then, and quarreled a bit, and showed your teeth once in a while. What you need is a few bitter enemies."

"May the saints preserve us!" Don Diego cried.

"It is the truth, caballero! Fight a bit--make love to some Senorita--get drunk! Wake up and be a man!"

"Upon my soul! You almost persuade me, my sergeant. But --no. I never could endure the exertion."


~The Curse of Capistrano, Johnston McCulley

He's so deliciously useless! All he needs is like a lacy perfumed handkerchief to wave in front of his nose.

Also:

Don Carlos was for getting a blade and going at once to the presidio and challenging Captain Ramon to mortal combat; but Dona Catalina was more calm, and showed him that to do that would be to let the world know that their daughter had been affronted, and also it would not aid their fortunes any if Don Carlos quarreled with an officer of the army; and yet again the don was of an age, and the captain probably would run him through in two passes and leave Dona Catalina a weeping widow, which she did not wish to be.

Why hello there, Mrs. Bennett! :D
janetlin: (Zorro)
"These turbulent times." Don Diego sighed. "I would they were at an end. A man has no chance for meditation. There are moments when I think I shall ride far out in the hills, where there can be found no life except rattlesnakes and coyotes, and there spend a number of days. Only in that manner may a man meditate."

"Why meditate?" Gonzales cried. "Why not cease thought and take to action? What a man you would make, caballero, if you let your eye flash now and then, and quarreled a bit, and showed your teeth once in a while. What you need is a few bitter enemies."

"May the saints preserve us!" Don Diego cried.

"It is the truth, caballero! Fight a bit--make love to some Senorita--get drunk! Wake up and be a man!"

"Upon my soul! You almost persuade me, my sergeant. But --no. I never could endure the exertion."


~The Curse of Capistrano, Johnston McCulley

He's so deliciously useless! All he needs is like a lacy perfumed handkerchief to wave in front of his nose.

Also:

Don Carlos was for getting a blade and going at once to the presidio and challenging Captain Ramon to mortal combat; but Dona Catalina was more calm, and showed him that to do that would be to let the world know that their daughter had been affronted, and also it would not aid their fortunes any if Don Carlos quarreled with an officer of the army; and yet again the don was of an age, and the captain probably would run him through in two passes and leave Dona Catalina a weeping widow, which she did not wish to be.

Why hello there, Mrs. Bennett! :D
janetlin: (Laugh)
The latest thing to almost kill me with laughter.



Fantastic!
janetlin: (Laugh)
The latest thing to almost kill me with laughter.



Fantastic!
janetlin: (Republicans for Voldie)
[livejournal.com profile] deatheaterdrabs Round Five voting is up here. Our subject this time was Voldemort himself, and the entries range from really cracky to serious and creepy. Good times!
janetlin: (Republicans for Voldie)
[livejournal.com profile] deatheaterdrabs Round Five voting is up here. Our subject this time was Voldemort himself, and the entries range from really cracky to serious and creepy. Good times!
janetlin: (Morgan)
me: It's time to brush your teeth, monkey.

Morgan: I have to save Sacramento. I promised God I would.

me: You promised God you would save Sacramento?

Morgan: Uh-huh, I told Him if He gave me powers of bending (she'd been watching Avatar) I would.

me: Save us from whom?

Morgan: If bad guys came to America, I would just use that to stop them.

me: :D Well, you still need to brush your teeth.
janetlin: (Morgan)
me: It's time to brush your teeth, monkey.

Morgan: I have to save Sacramento. I promised God I would.

me: You promised God you would save Sacramento?

Morgan: Uh-huh, I told Him if He gave me powers of bending (she'd been watching Avatar) I would.

me: Save us from whom?

Morgan: If bad guys came to America, I would just use that to stop them.

me: :D Well, you still need to brush your teeth.
janetlin: (Holiday: Halloween)
In some parts of the world, NaNoWriMo has already begun; most notably Finland, with whom we Sacramentans are AT WAR. They get a head start, but that means they finish (heh) first, and we get _hours_ to keep on writing while they watch our word count climb and are helpless to do anything but cry about it. Mwa ha ha.

Ahem. So I'm getting excited and have decided to attend the kickoff this evening/night/tomorrow morning, despite that the idea of writing in a ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE freaks me the heck out.

I have to interrupt this post to share some hilarity from Morgan. I just told her she could watch Noggin or a movie for an hour or so before we need to get ready to go to Trunk or Treat at our church.

"But, I thought we were going to houses," she pouts.

"We don't live in houses, baby; we'd have to drive somewhere to a neighborhood. So we might as well drive to church where there will be less walking and you'll get _more_ candy."

"No I won't, I'll get the same," she replies with infallible logic, which makes me laugh. "Mother, I'm _serious_." She puts her hands on her hips like I do, and Mom does, and even Grandma did, and I'm not sure about great-grandma but at this rate I'd be willing to lay odds, and I laugh even harder. Oh man, I love that little girl.

So, now that I can breathe again, where was I? Oh, the kickoff tonight. Yeah, scary stuff. But all the pep talks say to plug into some networking like this. I didn't do it last year, and though I don't think that had anything to do with my inability to hit 50k, I figure it can't hurt to try this time around. Also, since I don't own a laptop, when I leave the house I'll be writing in a notebook (which is a type of laptop, but I'm assuming you understand I mean the dead-tree kind here), and I've found it's easier to "just keep writing" when I have a pen in my hand because the time it takes me to write one word lets me think about the next one, whereas while typing I have to pause periodically 'cause my fingers can move faster than my brain (see previous post about typing speed and error rate). It's also easier not to hit the backspace button when there _is_ no backspace button. Huh, that should be on an icon or something.
janetlin: (Holiday: Halloween)
In some parts of the world, NaNoWriMo has already begun; most notably Finland, with whom we Sacramentans are AT WAR. They get a head start, but that means they finish (heh) first, and we get _hours_ to keep on writing while they watch our word count climb and are helpless to do anything but cry about it. Mwa ha ha.

Ahem. So I'm getting excited and have decided to attend the kickoff this evening/night/tomorrow morning, despite that the idea of writing in a ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE freaks me the heck out.

I have to interrupt this post to share some hilarity from Morgan. I just told her she could watch Noggin or a movie for an hour or so before we need to get ready to go to Trunk or Treat at our church.

"But, I thought we were going to houses," she pouts.

"We don't live in houses, baby; we'd have to drive somewhere to a neighborhood. So we might as well drive to church where there will be less walking and you'll get _more_ candy."

"No I won't, I'll get the same," she replies with infallible logic, which makes me laugh. "Mother, I'm _serious_." She puts her hands on her hips like I do, and Mom does, and even Grandma did, and I'm not sure about great-grandma but at this rate I'd be willing to lay odds, and I laugh even harder. Oh man, I love that little girl.

So, now that I can breathe again, where was I? Oh, the kickoff tonight. Yeah, scary stuff. But all the pep talks say to plug into some networking like this. I didn't do it last year, and though I don't think that had anything to do with my inability to hit 50k, I figure it can't hurt to try this time around. Also, since I don't own a laptop, when I leave the house I'll be writing in a notebook (which is a type of laptop, but I'm assuming you understand I mean the dead-tree kind here), and I've found it's easier to "just keep writing" when I have a pen in my hand because the time it takes me to write one word lets me think about the next one, whereas while typing I have to pause periodically 'cause my fingers can move faster than my brain (see previous post about typing speed and error rate). It's also easier not to hit the backspace button when there _is_ no backspace button. Huh, that should be on an icon or something.
janetlin: (Morgan)
Today Morgan made wedding invitations for her wedding to Gustavo when they grow up. Some of them are a picture of the church (with the road leading up to it and the sun in the sky above) and the others are of her in a veil. So cute!

It reminded me that when I was in elementary school every now and then a couple of the kids in my class would get "married" and we friends of the bride-to-be would spend all of recess picking little tiny daisy-like flowers from the playfield and weaving them into flower crowns and bracelets for the wedding party.

Anybody else have fake/imaginary weddings at a really young age like this?
janetlin: (Morgan)
Today Morgan made wedding invitations for her wedding to Gustavo when they grow up. Some of them are a picture of the church (with the road leading up to it and the sun in the sky above) and the others are of her in a veil. So cute!

It reminded me that when I was in elementary school every now and then a couple of the kids in my class would get "married" and we friends of the bride-to-be would spend all of recess picking little tiny daisy-like flowers from the playfield and weaving them into flower crowns and bracelets for the wedding party.

Anybody else have fake/imaginary weddings at a really young age like this?
janetlin: (Good luck)
Temp got up to 103+ last night. I freaked out and started talking about dying and what would happen to Morgan. Alan tried to kiss me and I wigged out about not wanting to get him sick. I didn't sleep very well despite Alan sleeping on the couch so I could have the whole bed in which to try to get comfortable. This morning I was 100.5 and felt better, but Alan and Mom had a Sekrit Phone Conference (they are prone to those) and decided that I needed to see the doctor again. *sigh* So I went, figuring they wouldn't tell me anything new but hoping at least they'd give me a prescription for the fever 'cause damn, brain cells are being threatened here. The doctor on duty was different than Monday and I liked her a whole lot better. She was gratifyingly concerned about my high temps, because it _should_ be trending downward, not up. And she took about twice as long listening to me breathe and overall just gave an impression of actually caring what was wrong and trying to figure out how to get me better. The guy on Monday was kind of "meh" about the whole thing, which was really disconcerting given that I was more than half convinced I had swine flu. Bedside manner: you're doing it wrong, dude.

But this lady was awesome and she suggested that I switch to ibuprofen since the Tylenol was doing nothing, also the anti-inflammatory might help with the cough (which is worse today and makes _everything_ hurt). She told us her hours for tomorrow and Friday and implored me to check in with her - "You HAVE to get better, you really do." She mentioned that it might be the flu, which Monday!doctor had seemed to handwave, and that if I _don't_ get better the next step is bloodwork and getting a white cell count and stuff. It's so nice to be taken seriously. It's also nice not to be charged out the nose.

So on our way home we got some ibuprofen. The bottle says to take one capsule but doc said I could take three so I did and wow! We're talking, like, choirs of angels singing. This afternoon my temp bounced around from 100.2 to 102.8 and back but the coughs were so much better, which helped immensely with the overall achiness I've had for the better part of a week now. This evening I was down to 99.6 but just now apparently I'm back to 100.8. Doc said it would bounce but it is, at least, doing so in a downward direction.

Also, my long-overdue period finally started today. Way to fail, body, way to fail.

Since I'll still be contagious this weekend regardless of if the fever breaks by then or not, I won't be able to go out to the boats for the fireworks and water wars. Boo. Dad is going to come down and rescue Morgan from Mommy's sicky germs fetch Morgan tomorrow, though, to take her up the hill for the small-town Amador County festivities which part of me prefers, anyway. The fireworks are shot off from the baseball diamond at the junior high school and the snack bar is open and manned by the 4-H club selling nachos and corn dogs, and the football field is filled with people laying flat on their backs to watch the fireworks go off directly overhead. And then it takes half an hour just to get through town on your way home. Maybe less than that now because these days Jackson has TRAFFIC LIGHTS!!

Oh, speaking of Morgan, this morning she was going on about wanting a flying Pegasus again. I explained we don't have room for one. She is, as usual, undeterred: "Well, we could go to the hardware store, and buy some rope, and tie it to things. Big things that are hard to lift." Oh, I love that little brain.

Oooh, also: I've been having tons of fun poking at the generators at Seventh Sanctum. Character names and descriptions to deities to sci-fi gadgets to evil animal minions (my personal favorite is "super-fast sneaky psychic slugs who can read minds") and even more mundane things like tavern names.

EDIT: 11pm - 99.3, lowest I've been all day, and I feel like I'm sweating like a pig.
janetlin: (Good luck)
Temp got up to 103+ last night. I freaked out and started talking about dying and what would happen to Morgan. Alan tried to kiss me and I wigged out about not wanting to get him sick. I didn't sleep very well despite Alan sleeping on the couch so I could have the whole bed in which to try to get comfortable. This morning I was 100.5 and felt better, but Alan and Mom had a Sekrit Phone Conference (they are prone to those) and decided that I needed to see the doctor again. *sigh* So I went, figuring they wouldn't tell me anything new but hoping at least they'd give me a prescription for the fever 'cause damn, brain cells are being threatened here. The doctor on duty was different than Monday and I liked her a whole lot better. She was gratifyingly concerned about my high temps, because it _should_ be trending downward, not up. And she took about twice as long listening to me breathe and overall just gave an impression of actually caring what was wrong and trying to figure out how to get me better. The guy on Monday was kind of "meh" about the whole thing, which was really disconcerting given that I was more than half convinced I had swine flu. Bedside manner: you're doing it wrong, dude.

But this lady was awesome and she suggested that I switch to ibuprofen since the Tylenol was doing nothing, also the anti-inflammatory might help with the cough (which is worse today and makes _everything_ hurt). She told us her hours for tomorrow and Friday and implored me to check in with her - "You HAVE to get better, you really do." She mentioned that it might be the flu, which Monday!doctor had seemed to handwave, and that if I _don't_ get better the next step is bloodwork and getting a white cell count and stuff. It's so nice to be taken seriously. It's also nice not to be charged out the nose.

So on our way home we got some ibuprofen. The bottle says to take one capsule but doc said I could take three so I did and wow! We're talking, like, choirs of angels singing. This afternoon my temp bounced around from 100.2 to 102.8 and back but the coughs were so much better, which helped immensely with the overall achiness I've had for the better part of a week now. This evening I was down to 99.6 but just now apparently I'm back to 100.8. Doc said it would bounce but it is, at least, doing so in a downward direction.

Also, my long-overdue period finally started today. Way to fail, body, way to fail.

Since I'll still be contagious this weekend regardless of if the fever breaks by then or not, I won't be able to go out to the boats for the fireworks and water wars. Boo. Dad is going to come down and rescue Morgan from Mommy's sicky germs fetch Morgan tomorrow, though, to take her up the hill for the small-town Amador County festivities which part of me prefers, anyway. The fireworks are shot off from the baseball diamond at the junior high school and the snack bar is open and manned by the 4-H club selling nachos and corn dogs, and the football field is filled with people laying flat on their backs to watch the fireworks go off directly overhead. And then it takes half an hour just to get through town on your way home. Maybe less than that now because these days Jackson has TRAFFIC LIGHTS!!

Oh, speaking of Morgan, this morning she was going on about wanting a flying Pegasus again. I explained we don't have room for one. She is, as usual, undeterred: "Well, we could go to the hardware store, and buy some rope, and tie it to things. Big things that are hard to lift." Oh, I love that little brain.

Oooh, also: I've been having tons of fun poking at the generators at Seventh Sanctum. Character names and descriptions to deities to sci-fi gadgets to evil animal minions (my personal favorite is "super-fast sneaky psychic slugs who can read minds") and even more mundane things like tavern names.

EDIT: 11pm - 99.3, lowest I've been all day, and I feel like I'm sweating like a pig.

Lumpy?

Mar. 12th, 2009 11:01 am
janetlin: (Morgan)
"Mommy, your hair looks like the sea!"

:D Well, thank you, honey. Because it's wavy today?

"Uh-huh. It's lumpy."

:( Lumpy?

"Yeah, like the sea has lumps. Lumpy lumps."

She then wanders off singing "Lump, lump, lumpity lump..."

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