Alone in this crowded room

1. My latest interwebz discovery, sure to result in much hilarity:  WTF, Pinterest?. I got there by way of this entry  re: naked, bongo-playing, crocheted (!) Matthew McConaughey.

2. Pretty much my feelings on the True Detective finale. Glad someone wrote it - it's telepathy!  I'm glad I started watching the show only a week before the finale (and thus crammed 7 previous episodes into 7 days). That meant I barely had time to process those episodes and didn't have time to get caught up in the many theories (conspiracy and otherwise) that buzzed around the Web. I do think McConaughey is a lock for a Best Actor nomination in this year's Emmy Awards. Harrelson should get one too though he might get shoved into Best Supporting Actor if the B.A. in a drama field is crowded. Addendum: True Detective explained, sort of (as in -- it was really a meta-story about storytelling).

3. More proof that Matthew Lewis, former pudgy, potato-faced 11-year-old Neville Longbottom in Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone, has grown up quite nicely. I always like when that happens :)

4. The temperature here got up to 57 degrees F yesterday. It was the first time it got above 50 since December 4, 2013. It was a beautiful day for a walk at lunch time and I definitely had trouble returning to work. Of course now we're heading backwards again (waaah) and both of my coats have broken zippers. I'm going to take the new one (which I bought in January) to a dry cleaner tonight to have it cleaned (it was attacked by a berserk ketchup dispenser in Wendy's last month) and have the zipper replaced. In the meantime I guess I'll have to layer several hoodies. Arrrgh.

1. So the funniest thing (IMO) that came from this year's Oscars ceremony was John Travolta's insane mispronunciation of IDINA MENZEL. Which, somehow, came out "Adele Dazeem". Now you, too, can have your name mispronounced by John Travolta (or "Jan Thozomas", as he would probably pronounce his own name ). My name would come out "Amy Parkinsmack".  Riiiight.

But the Travoltafier is only the start of the Adele Dazeem meme. To wit:

A Google search for "Adele Dazeem" yields 78,700,000 hits. Yes, 78.7 MILLION o.O

Adele now has a Twitter feed. Apparently she's almost as good with names as Travolta.

Well, it goes on and on. I hope Idina Menzel is enjoying this as much as her fans apparently are.


2. Also re: Oscars? Rush Limbaugh is still a big, fat idiot.

Texas gay marriage ban ruled unconstitutional by federal judge :D

Why yes, this makes me very happy. Welcome to the 21st century, Texas.

Here is where I am:



Doing okay so far. Haven't written a word yet today, but no worries. It will come to me. Besides, it's just a first draft. So far I'm reasonably pleased with what I have written, and one thing in particular I think is very good.

On Saturday I had an exciting day -- and not in a good way. Slept in until almost 9, then went to take the dog out for his morning walk after breakfast, around 9:30. I forgot to say "stay" on the landing of our front steps, and he yanked on the leash and I went flying and had about 1/2 second to figure out how to avoid landing on my head in the driveway, about 6 steps down. Long story short, my left foot bent under my body and I landed on my back on the steps. I didn't have my phone with me (d'oh!) but fortunately I yelled loud enough so that Lee came outside and grabbed the dog so I could get up to see if I was injured. I was able to put weight on the foot so I took O'lly for a walk around the block, limping the whole way. After we got home I showered and then called urgent care. I didn't manage to get to urgent care until about 12:30. After about 45 minutes they triaged me and put me in a wheelchair with an ice pack tied to my ankle. After another hour I finally saw a physician's assistant, who ordered 3 X-rays. The good news is that my left ankle was not broken. The bad news is that it IS sprained, and I was told to wear my orthopedic boot of doom (which I brought with me in the car) for the next 7-10 days. After I was done at urgent care, I had to spend 1 1/2 hours walking around the supermarket to do our weekly grocery run. I spent a lot of time icing my ankle Saturday night and Sunday and watching TV. This enabled me to catch 3 of my favorite Doctor Who (Ten) episodes (Runaway Bride, Voyage of the Damned, and Blink), so it wasn't all bad.

Anyway this incident finally convinced me to stop taking the dog down the front steps (aka front steps of doom). We're now going in and out of the house for his walk through the garage, which is at ground level. He is getting used to the new routine quickly. I'm using the long leash now because it allows him to walk ahead of me; I really cannot keep up with him when he's on the 5-foot leash. His penance for the next week or so, until I'm out of the boot, is to get walked only around the block and no farther. I'm supposed to be keeping off my bad ankle as much as possible.

R.I.P.  Elise Hebert...  gone too soon. Your many friends miss you.

Also too, cancer really sucks.

I'm not sure I will EVER recover from The Rains of Castamere.

Title: You Get What You Need
Fandom/Original Original
Rating: PG
Word count: 350

Written for 15_minute_fic. After 8 days of being off the wrisomifu wagon, I'm glad I jumped back on.
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I did not manage to write anything yesterday (mea culpa). However I wrote almost 900 words tonight so I guess that makes up for Sunday's lack of production?:)


The Only Way

Fandom: The Walking Dead (spoilers through Episode 304)
Word Count: 890 words
Rating: PG-13 for violence


The sheriff's hat was something Carl's dad gave him months ago, to remind him that he was growing up and that Dad would need to be able to rely on him.

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