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Thursday, December 24th, 2009


transgriot
12:01a
Luther-The Mistletoe Jam

Another one of my favorite Christmas songs with soul from Luther Vandross' 'This Is Christmas' album.

Boy do I miss 'Lufer'


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mpoetess

12:22a
Holiday Cards Part Deux!

From [info]trepkos and my darling wyfe and my bestest co-pilot! Merciiiii!

Now if only I can find the one from my co-pilot. :-( I fetched it from the mailbox, hadn't yet opened it, and it has disappeared into the ether of the house.

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pamshouseblend
1:00a
Favorite Christmas Specials, Anyone?

Mine. Right Here. I utter love that TNT runs this for a solid 24 hours on Christmas Day and know every word by heart...

"You'll shoot your eye out, kid!" Ho ho ho ho!

Here is am incredibly fun list of 101 Christmas videos for folks to check out- including South Park's Mr Garrison singing "Merry F*cking Christmas.

And a tradition in the Louise/Snooky household: tracking Santa via NORAD!

Here's the 2008 NORAD video:

More open thread time...

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Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009


viridian5

11:12p
And So It Goes

I don't know if it's just my four-year-old camera getting old, a lucky shot that somehow made it through the padded bag to hit a weak point, or some combination of the two, but the viewscreen is dying. Much of the very top right is a black smear with some rainbow streaks, while the left top corner is a gradually growing blank white shape that starts to "bleed" along the whole left side of the screen. Every time I use the camera, turning it on or especially shifting between flash and no flash, the damage worsens. The top part of the screen is also where the camera displays information about flash and number of shots left. It still takes photos, but it's much harder for me to know exactly what part of the scene it's taking a photo of. Also, I need to reset the date and time information at every battery change and need to see it to do that and things like flash compensation are chosen through a menu that appears in the viewscreen.

Not knowing how much longer the camera will be completely usable, I went for a night shot run at Bergdorf Goodman, and a higher percentage of photos sucked than usual from me not having a more complete view of what I was doing. (Also because it was really cold and my hands were freezing up even with gloves.) I'll be looking through them tomorrow to decide what to post. Some of them turned out really well... though the usable parts of viewscreen got smaller and smaller as I worked.

This had to wait to show up a day and a half before Christmas. If I'd known earlier I could have asked friends and family for money toward a new camera. One with a tolerance toward night shooting and a competent zoom would be great. I definitely didn't need the added expense, and I don't know when I'll be able to buy a new one.

For a while I was thinking 2009 hadn't been so bad, but it's getting in a few kicks in its last few weeks.


current mood: frustrated
current music: Celldweller by Celldweller

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smittywing

11:52p
!@$*#? Giftwrap

I fucking hate wrapping paper. Rum will make this better, Y/Y?


current mood: aggravated
current music: Castle

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destina

8:44p
Santa is getting ready to head out!

It's only 2 hours and change until Santa mounts up and dashes away, all! See for yourself! NORAD tracks Santa all the way through his flight, and those lovely personnel at NORAD will be there answering emails and phone calls from children for the duration. (If you feel like giving them some cheer, just shoot them an email thanking them; you can bet that will brighten a volunteer's night.) For those who don't know the story of why NORAD does this -- it's here.

eeeeeeSANTA! Swing by here on your way! I have some stuff that needs delivering!! :D :D


current mood: creative

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norabombay

10:35p
Star Trek

Watched Star Trek with my Dad & Brother (Mom fell asleep early on).

Internets, you have NO idea how much I womanfully restrained myself. NO IDEA.

Because there are people on this earth- even people who live in SAN FRANCISCO! who do not see that Star Trek is the story of the immortal love of Spock and Kirk.

It was killing me.

Especially when my brother said that what a scene needed was a traditional towel slap to the ass.

Yes. And on the internets I'm certain that it exists with that.

Which is exactly what I said.

I think next time I see this film, it should be in a crowd of slashers, and we should all have little signs, that say things like:

Teh Gay!
Kiss Him!
Kiss Her!

Etc. Imagine how useful they would be at conventions...

PS: My parent's computer network is named "Lance". I know full well why it is named what it is named, but it makes me imagine that my connection to the world is entirely via Lance Bass.

Lance Bass? I bet he ships Kirk/Spock.

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Thursday, December 24th, 2009


andrastewhite

3:13p
Vid: All I Want For Christmas (Version 1.1)

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Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009


seperis

9:31p
in celebration of electricity

You may not know this about me, but there is something about electronics that fascinates me and will likely lead to a coroner's report and a closed-casket funeral with a very weird burned smell rocking the funeral home. This is why I occasionally still get worried check-ins asking me if I've taken apart anything with an x-ray installed in it, or if I still have a knife in my VCR to act as a power conduit. (No, and no. Plasma screen and blu-ray. Though I look forward to exploring these vistas when they break. Which they will. They will.)

Child comes by his own tendencies to break things into their component parts from me; the thing is, I'm not like, inspired to take apart something that won't kill me, like a radio without batteries. I'm not hanging out with walkie-talkies, or sitting around with my Very Special Screwdriver set disassembling my old computers to poke industriously. I'm not even confining myself to nice, safe furniture that will just give me splinters and a jaundiced view of the value of trees. Like everything else in my life, I have to have a reason, a goal if you will. And the goal may be insane, but it's mine, and for reasons that like the love of God passeth understanding, I only get goal-oriented around things that have a voltage high enough to achieve barbecued fingers at minimum and a real potential for x-raying myself to death during the unfortunate incident with a TV a few years ago.

The thing is, this is genetic. To elucidate, many moons ago, our central air went out and being, um, us, the logical course of action was to avoid the expense and rationality of a person trained in air conditioner repairs and whatnot, but carry a bag of twist ties, duct tape, electric tape, a hammer, and a screwdriver and achieve Arctic temperatures by sheer bizarre serendipity. This was my mother, by the way, and we all went to stare and poke--I mentioned my love of high voltage, right? That's genetic too--at the strange conglomeration of twist-ties, tape, and some kind of arrangement of metal that turned a non-functional air conditioner into an air conditioner that feared for its life.

Basically, my genetic line should not have survived the Age of Electricity, because we were totes sticking our fingers into sockets from the beginning.

I don't necessarily think I have outgrown this--ask [info]svmadelyn about my cackling when she let me install a new video card in her computer--more that I've become one with my inner wants-to-live-with-fingers-intact. Mostly, I content myself with cityplanning for Christmas villages, rewiring surround sound with optical cables, and rearranging HDMI in various configurations while trying to work out how to network the Wii and the Playstation 3 to stay stationary and yet play on any TV in the house. I have duct tape, screwdrivers, and access to Frye's. It'll happen.

Then two things happened; one, I bought a new internal hard drive, and my adapter for my laptop went out. Ten minutes ago, I had a set of jeweler's screwdrivers spread out on my bed while I hunted for electric tape to reattach a SATA power converter that was causing the adapter to heat up in a way that caused it to hum at me and things sparked. It only occurred to me this could end in tragedy when I realized all my fic is on this laptop.

Last weekend, my adapter tore near the head; as I was writing, as one does, I hunted through the house and stripped the metal layer off some insulation tape I found in the garage, stripped the plastic back, and created a do-it-yourself-electric-death before wrapping the entire thing in electrical tape. While charging my laptop--and watching the rubber coating start to bubble--and waiting to hit one hundred percent chargd because it wasn't actually dripping yet (I was wrong, so wrong), I thought, I need to take stock of my life. So I did.

I own two large plastic containers of electrical cord and adapters with no discenible purpose; five composite cables, seven S cables, two VGA cables, three types of USB, Firewire that I never use but I may need to despite the fact the size is wrong for every Firewire port in the house, and my personal pride and joy, an adapter with four separate heads that can be used as an emergency power source for four routers (only one of which actually works), a cable modem (that works), and experimented on with everything that needed an adapter. Which is a surprising number of things if you sit down and stare around you for items that may one day need something like that, and try to figure out if it doesn't fit, can you get some foil and make it fit.

I have two large external drive, one in the freezer because the internal power went out, and eventually, I'm going to remember to pick up a new case and take it apart. I have no idea anymore what is on it but that's secondary to the fact that it's like a belated Christmas present one day in the future. There are about a million screws the size of two ants stacked together buried in the carpet from taking apart and putting together no less than three laptops, two desktops, a router, an internal DVD/CDRW drive, and one untyped entity that might or might not have been a stereo before I decided it just needed my Magic Adapter and my screwdriver set (it didn't. I still have it. I still don't know what it began life as. Pretty sure a radio was involved.)

Searching through box three--wait, you really thought there were only two?--I found a.) three laptop adapters that all only suffer from something minor like being torn in half and only need electrical tape and a death wish to get working; b.) IDE cables from Darcy, my first computer, circa 1998; c.) a DVD/CDRW from Schindler, my second computer circa 1999; d.) two floppy drives with no real idea where they came from; e.) several chassises that fit cases that are no longer created; eleven years of installation CDs for everything from Darcy to John II and Mom's Studio; e.) lipstick (terrible color); f.) an army of wireless cards; g.) another lipstick (excellent color); h.) a five-disk DVD changer that works if I take off the cover and shove a screwdriver between two of the ports and twist, and i.) another router.

(The rise of the routers is directly attributable to discovering newegg and a sale at Frye's. They don't work? But maybe if I just take them apart, they will.)

And my new hard drive still isn't installed because the adapter's humming got annoying, it burned my fingers when I tried to pick it up (whatever), and also, the lights started flickering, which may or may not be because of me, but why take chances?

I also have the rubbery covering of my former laptop adapter melted into my comforter.

Seriously. I love my life. I love my screwdrivers with their tiny, computer-and-small-electronic-device compliant heads, and I love that radio shack has a battery powered set with multiple tiny screw heads to change around to my delight. I love that at Frye's, I can buy cable by the foot when it goes on sale, because I will need it, though I don't know exactly how, and somehow, I have twenty feet of cable coiled up beneath my bed for emergencies like if the cable goes out, with a tiny bag of coaxial heads because scyfy night is not to be missed. My mother rewired the telephone the other day, poking through the wall and tugging out the wires one by one to patiently figure out where they go and put it back together new again. The house has old wiring; I'm not saying I'm buying copper wire and reading up on DIY Rewire Your Entire House For Electricity and Add a Networking Option for the Wii and P3 With Speakers In Every Room. I'm saying I'm pricing it. And hey, it's on sale! Sure, it could end in tragedy, but then again, I have duct tape, , twist-ties, a Magical Adapter, and my screwdrivers. It could also work.

I have a question, though--is there a cleaner that can be used to get melted rubber off of blankets? I could really use the advice.


current mood: cheerful
current music: you found me - the fray

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Thursday, December 24th, 2009


pamshouseblend
2:15a
Open Thread Night: Christmas Eve Eve!

Dedicating this to my Wonder Twin Lurleen:

AMC is planning on running a "White Christmas" marathon, starting at 7am tomorrow:

Not to be confused with "Holiday Inn":

Whatcha got?

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Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009


paka

7:12p
On the way back from the station in rush hour traffic we had this conversation which went from brain chemistry through Anne McCaffery to people we couldn't stand in Dragonlance to my description of Soldier of Orange. One noteworthy bit along the way;

If you had a fight between the biggest Mary Sues out there, who would win, Masterharper Robinton, Elminster, Drizzt, Lestat, or that guy from Twilight? Answer; Elric, who might not qualify as a Mary Sue. Only he wouldn't kill any of them off intentionally, he'd technically be on their side and then accidentally kill them off and be all OH MY TRAGIC SOUL *hand to forehead* about it.

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Thursday, December 24th, 2009


shelflove_rss
1:45a
Shutter Island (audio)


I’m not sure I want to say anything at all about Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane because someone made an offhand remark to me about it a couple of years ago, and that was enough to spoil the ending. The remark itself was really innocuous, intended to encourage me to read the book, but it was enough to set my mind a-ticking. Then, I saw the trailer for the upcoming movie version, and that trailer, without actually giving away the ending, provided just enough information to confirm my thinking. So mostly, this audiobook was a series of confirmations. With every clue, I was nodding my head, thinking “I know what that’s about,” and I was almost always right. So I’m hesitant to say much of anything because I suspect that by knowing what was going on, I missed out on one of the great pleasures of this book. But I will give you a basic idea of the premise—and strongly encourage you to avert your eyes if you see the movie trailer.

As the novel opens, U.S. Marshall Teddy Daniels and his partner Chuck Aule are on a boat to Shutter Island, the site of a mental hospital for the criminally insane. A patient, Rachel Solando, has gone missing, and the hospital personnel are stymied. Patients are monitored 24/7, and there is simply no way she could have vanished so completely. On assessing the situation, Teddy agrees—and goes on to decide that it had to be an inside job. Before he’s able to get to the bottom of it, a hurricane comes and traps him and Chuck on the island in a facility filled with people they believe cannot be trusted. They are cut off and vulnerable.

This was my first Lehane novel, and I was impressed with the writing. Lehane has great skill at description and characterization, which is just what I want in a thriller writer. I can’t bring myself to care about the plot if there’s no sense of place or character, and Lehane delivers on that score. As far as the plotting goes, Lehane plays fair—everything you need to know to figure out what’s going on is provided, as long as you know what to look for. To me, the solution seemed obvious, but I’m not sure if that’s because it is obvious or because I happened to have a good hunch that turned out to be accurate. I think Lehane might have piled on a few too many clues, mostly because of one pair of huge coincidences that, on their own, make perfect sense, but, when combined, add up to way too much. (Highlight for vague spoiler: It has to do with the characters’ names, specifically Edward, Daniel, and Andrew Laeddis.)

Because of the unintentional spoiling, I’m having a hard time assessing this book. I have a feeling I would have loved it had I not known anything much about it. It’s dark and strange and disorienting—just my kind of thing. The audio version, narrated by Tom Stechschulte, is well done. And even knowing what was going on, I enjoyed seeing the plot unfold, but knowing made me much too aware of the author’s cleverness and less invested in the story. I wish I’d gone into it totally ignorant. If you have any inclination to read this book, go do it now before the movie becomes a regular topic of conversation so you can enjoy the full effect. (Or just go see the movie. With Scorsese at the helm, it’s bound to be worth seeing.)

Posted in Audiobooks, Fiction, Mysteries

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Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009


epeeblade

9:36p
2009 - End of Year Fic Meme

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morgandawn

6:13p
primary MD, GI specialist and ob/gyn all called me in this week. It is looking like it may be just the usual stomach problems x 100. I am scheduled for the ultrasound by the ob/gyn after the New Year and if the new medication doesn't  resolve my inability to eat within a week, I'll be going in for an endoscopy as well. I've lost another 2 lbs in the past week. I am getting enough fluid and drinking gatorade but it is hard to get food inside of you when you're stomach feels like it has a softball lodged in it.

on the good news I got my swine fly shot yesterday. so yeah!  I'll be off to rest in bed.

of course my mother picks this week to finally go see her pulmonary specialist for a follow-up - she's having problems breathing and we've been pushing her for the past year to get it looked at. she wants me to come with her. half the time she lies to her doctors (and me) or minimizes her problems so I have no idea what has been discussed. If I am able I will go however, because it does help to have another person in the room when talking with doctors. but as I keep reminding my family: she's an adult.  and an idiot. adults are allowed to be idiots. I think it is in the Constitution or something.

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deadbrowalking

[ heather11483 ]
7:45p
in case anyone else is like me and hasn't seen it yet...

[info]zahrawithaz reviews The Princess and the Frog; hits the relevant issues while doing so. Good read - definitely spending my money on this instead of Avatarahontagully.

Princess Parity: Thoughts on Disney's The Princess and the Frog

(spoilery of course)

ETA: And she's made a follow-up post: Five Stories That Treat Diasporic African Religions Better Than The Princess and the Frog Did

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