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Sickness and such.

Good morning, kids!  Yes, I realize it’s 5 in the afternoon, but to me it still feels like morning.  Most likely because I’ve been asleep for most of the day fighting off some sort of rancid illness that I contracted from god-knows-where.  It’s your usual stomach bug, but with the added twist of one swollen eye.  I can’t find anything wrong with my eye, and unless Mick managed to sucker-punch me in the face while I was asleep I’m going to blame it on some weird allergic food reaction.  I did eat a pizza with spinach on it last night, which is completely out of character for me.  Wouldn’t it just figure that as soon as I decide to be a grown up and eat some leafy greens for a change, I find out I’m allergic?  Figures.

So I took a sick day from work, slept away as much of the morning as I could when I wasn’t being interrupted by texts and tweets and junk emails coming through my phone.  I finally broke down and shut the fucker off when an unneccesary Facebook email notification woke me up from a fabulous dream about cake.  Damn you Facebook, robbing me of delicious dream cake.  Although it wasn’t all junk; I did get some consolation from my little brother, who is apparently down with a similar illness.  I also got a nice comment from author Scott Snyder thanking me for my enthusiasm over American Vampire.  Very nice!  I am pretty enthusiastic about it too.  I haven’t gotten a chance to delve into it just yet, what with Iron Man 2 last night and sickness today (we’ll talk about Iron Man an in a minute), but I’m pretty pumped.  You’ll hear all about it as soon as I get into it! 

Also in my tweets today, I recieved a kind word (and coupon!) from the folks at Queen Helene, who I mentioned in a tweet the other day.  And that just happens to be the product I’ve been telling you I was going to be endorsing any day now!  Well today is that day, friends.  I wholeheartedly approve this message: Queen Helene Cocoa Butterl otions are awesome.  At the risk of sounding like a cornball commercial, I will say honestly that I got turned on to this lotion by a professional model who worked for Max Azria (we were buddies in rehab); she was also a pro runner for Nike and was out in the sun all the time.  I, on the other hand, was a bartender who worked nights and slept all day, keeping my day-glo vampire skin in pristine pale condition.  Of course, going to Southern California for 28 days led to me being pretty crisp for a week or two, and my friend was quick to toss me her bottle.  Did I mention the stuff comes in huge bottles?  It’s awesome.  And much to my delight, I found that not only does the Queen Helene Cocoa Butter lotion work great for relieving sunburn pain, but it works wonders to keep your skin hydrated and wards off peeling.  I’m happy to say that I did eventually build up a base tan, and I managed to spend a good three weeks with the only tan I’ve ever gotten in my entire life.  And since then, I’ve had many sunburns and more than a couple bottles of Queen Helene always at the bedside.  So for all my fellow pasty Irish pals out there, grab yourself a bottle of Queen Helene next time you’re at the store.  I’ve personally bought it at HEB, Wal-Mart, and Walgreens, so it shouldn’t be hard to find.  And inexpensive too!  A huge bottle is less than $5 and will last ages, even with frequent use.  And just for a little extra impetus, I’ll share my coupon link with the first 5 people to email a request to ygfad.tara@gmail.com!  And thanks again to the folks at Queen Helene for the coupon and great products!       

And I suppose I must mention the fact that I did get to attend the screening of Iron Man 2 at the Alamo Drafthouse last night.  In short, I had a blast.  We did get sort of shafted by the studio (long story), and Mick and I ended up in the front row, but it was fun nevertheless.  I just like to think that I got a better seat for Jon Favreau’s great Q&A after the flick, and for the surprise appearance of Mister Robert Downey Jr. who came in to introduce the film.  That’s right, I was like 10 feet away from Tony Stark.  I did manage to bottle up all my fangirl energies and avoid hurtling over the railing for a full-contact tackle (which would have probably ended in concussions and assault charges), but I may have hopped a little during the theater-wide standing ovation upon his entrance.  As for the film, it was pretty much what I expected.  Which, quite simply, was a lot of fun.  I heard some people complain that it felt slow in the middle, that there wasn’t enough action, but I never felt that way.  Sure, it could have had more action, EVERYTHING could use a little more action, but I didn’t find myself bored because of it.  Downey was great, as was Mickey Rourke as the psuedo-sexy psycho Whiplash.  A delightful suprise came in the form of one Sam Rockwell, who I didn’t realize was in the film at all. (My research into this one was a little lacking.)  For one thing, I love pretty much everything Sam Rockwell does ever, and in Iron Man 2 he proves that he can do sleazeball really well.  It’s all in the details and his commitment to the character; I won’t spoil one of my favorite character moments of his, except to say watch his hands while he’s having his first meeting with Ivan (Rourke).  I was thankful that someone (a woman, unsurprisingly) did bring it up during the Q&A and Favreau got a chuckle out of telling us the story.  That’s one of the other things that I did enjoy about the film was the attention to detail, not only by the actors for their characters, but by the writers and director for the continuity and overall story tie-ins, bringing in little elements of Avengers stuff and bits that make all the geeks a bit giddy inside.  I also appreciated that they haven’t dumbed down the Avengers angle by bringing in a real explanation of SHEILD or Nick Fury and the like.  They present them as an element of the story, and I think they make it pretty obvious that there’s more going on there than we realize at the moment.  I like, though, that we’re sort of left in the dark, even at the end, because so are the characters.  Of course some people already know where things are heading, but those who don’t (myself included) should enjoy the not-knowing.  Omnipotence is dull, give us a little mystery.  In short, go check out Iron Man 2.  Geek recommended!

And once again, I’ve written so much more than I intended to, which I suppose isn’t a bad thing.  But my most excellent caretaker/husband has gone to fetch me dinner and should return any minute now, so I’ll leave you with all this for today.  Tomorrow maybe I’ll get to the Jim Steinman thing, and hopefully some American Vampire.  Oh, and I finally have things to say about the new Dr. Who  We’ll see where the evening takes us.  Be excellent to each other, kiddos.  Love ya, mean it.

So I just got back from the gym…

Yes, it’s one of those blogs.  But just for a moment so I can tell you about GYM DOUCHEBAG NUMERO UNO!  I’m sure you know the guy: fake tan, fauxhawk, some kinda Jersey Shore ripoff.  So I’m over in the freeweights, minding my business, trying to not look like a pussy with my 10 lb weights, when I see him looking at me in the mirror.  Creepy, right?  So of course I have to walk past him to put my weights up, and when I do he says something to me.  I thought it was pretty obvious by the large white cords hanging from my ears that I don’t wanna talk to anyone, but that didn’t deter mister shiny-pecs.  So I stop, take the time to pause my iPod, and let him know that I couldn’t hear him.  Of course I’m trying to be polite, because maybe I sat in gum or my shoe is untied, giving him the benefit of the doubt that maybe he’s just being courteous.  And he says to me, “So, you come here often?”

Really?  People actually, really say that?  In real life?  I stopped “Bat Out of Hell” for that

For a moment I was relatively speechless; luckily my snark factor kicked in rather quickly and I gave him the “yeah, with my husband”, complete with eyeroll and quick departure from the area.  As you can see, I’m still a little stunned. 

Maybe it’s because I’m a writer and my mind is endlessly arranging and rearranging words, meticulously calculating everything that comes out of my mouth, but a certain part of me expects people to be at least a little creative.  I know that’s probably silly of me, and a lot of people just lack the capacity, the imagination.  And it might be unfair of me to judge someone based on their lack of linguistic skills, but first impressions are key a lot of times.  I wish there was some way to rig a sign, something that tells people “Your large muscles and orange tan do not impress me; your words better make up for it.”  Or something to that effect.  “Come here often?”  Gah.  Wasted words.

Now don’t be hasty, master Merriadock.  It takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish, and we don’t say anything unless it’s worth taking a long time to say.

This is how my brain works, by the way.  Seemingly random quotes and lyrics fly around all the time, occasionally popping into prominence for one reason or another.  You’ll get used to it. 

Also, just FYI, my favorite human-specific curse: ass-douche. 

I feel like a slacker for not having worked harder on Big Green the last couple of days, so I’m going to try and knock some of that out tonight.  I’m almost finished with a section that’s supposed to look like intertwining trees…and it does!  I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but I have a habit of second-guessing myself; it’s always nice, though, when things turn out the way they should.  The trees look like trees!  The schnozzberries taste like schnozzberries!  And it’s all happy times. 

I’m getting more into Game of Thrones too, slowly but surely.  I’m not doing much time on the bike and treadmill, so it’s coming in little spurts.  One trend I’m noticing: incest.  I guess it’s not so unusual for royal families, but it’s still just the tiniest bit surprising when I do come across it.  And I like that.  I like being surprised.  Dune is also progressing quite well, over halfway through now and it still seems like it’s just getting going.  I guess that’s the idea when you have a series of 700 books.  And maybe that was a detrement of me watching the movie first: I already know what’s coming and I keep thinking, “ok when are they gonna get to this part?”  Luckily all the stuff that didn’t get into the movie is really pretty awesome, so I’m definitely not getting bored in the least. 

Now I think I’m going to have myself a hot bath and a cup of tea, then some knitting work.  I hear Mick plugging away in the other room, so you should have something wonderful to read from him very soon too!  Take care, my preciouses.  Hasta manana.

Not much.

Another day in paradise here at Casa de Tomlinson.  Mick is working so things are very very quiet.  Slightly quieter than they were an hour ago though; I thought I was losing my mind and hearing weird electric staticy noises, but no!  The tv and VCR in Mick’s office had been on for who knows how long.  Off now, no crazy Tara.  I know you’re excited with me.  Woo!

Alright, maybe not that excited.  But I’m tired, cut me some slack.  This gym thing, while being really awesome and great for my general feeling of well-being, makes me freakin exhausted at night.  I don’t know the last time I exercised so much in 72 hours.  Rehab, probably.  But the exhaustion, much like the aching in my elbows and various muscles, actually feels kind of good.  It’s rewarding, I feel like I’m accomplishing something.  Something more instantly noticeable than physical results.  Cuz I’ll tell ya, three days on that bike and my ass is still jiggly.  (I know my husband is getting all cringy now; he seems to be under the incomprehensible impression that jiggly ass is a good thing…I can’t figure it out.  And for some reason he’s really against the idea of me having any muscle mass or definition at all.  I’m at a loss.)  Well, I’m not giving up, I’m gonna keep at it.  You’ll see!

But I promise I won’t blog about it every single day. 

Unfortunately I don’t have much else on my plate at the moment.  I just started a big new knitting project that I’m really excited about.  It’s a secret though, I can’t talk about it yet.  Yes, it’s a gift, and I want it to be a complete surprise.  Suffice it to say that it’s quite large and quite green.  2000 yards of yarn are going into this puppy.  If it turns out half as nice as the picture, I’ll be happy. 

Well, like I said, not much going on today.  Hopefully tomorrow will bode better.  Or I bet Mick will have interesting things to say!  He always does, he’s better at this than me.  I’ll catch up with you folks manana.

(right here)


Couldn’t help myself, sorry.  Came across that in my daily perusings of the Cheezburger Network and it made me happy.  Or happier, I should say, as I already have myself a pot of Gyokuro Kin and am rockin the ELO, which is a recipe for instant happiness, if you ask me.  Also on my list of delightful things for today, I ate lunch at a restaurant that serves nothing but grilled cheese sandwiches and soup.  Not just any grilled cheese sandwiches, mind you, fancy schmancy grilled cheese sandwiches!  I had a gruyere/havarti on rye with tomato basil soup, and it was amazing.  I hear they have a pretty rockin mac and cheese too, which I will have to try at a later date.  Because I will be going back, that is for damn sure.  If you’re in town, check it out: Chedd’s in The Triangle (at the intersection of Lamar and Guadalupe); I hear they’re a franchise too, so check their website to see if there’s one near you. 

And in case you’re wondering, yes we went to the gym last night and I had a blast.  Mick, on the other hand, doesn’t seem too sure about the whole thing yet.  But for me, it felt great to get back into the swing of things.  I’ve always enjoyed exercising and it definitely felt good to burn a little.  And, even better, it doesn’t look like I’m too far from where I left off!  At least on the machines, I’m using the same amount of weight I was three years ago without much strain.  Today I’m getting back on the freeweights, even though I’m sure my form has gone to shit and I’ll probably have to start with 5s and 10s.  Only complaint is the place was a bit crowded, but what do you expect at 5:30?  We’ll see if 4:00 does me any better today.

I did start reading A Game of Thrones yesterday while on the treadmill, but I only got about 10 pages into it.  So no news to report there, sorry.  I’m still working my way through Dune, though, and still really loving it despite having fallen asleep while reading the last two nights.  Not indicative of the novel, just of me being exhausted. 

I wasn’t planning on going anywhere serious with this blog today, but something’s been bugging me all day and I just feel like venting before it stews into anger.  I mentioned earlier that I’m a follower of Amanda Palmer on Twitter; I do this because I think she’s interesting, she’s intelligent, and she’s ballsy.  These are all things I admire in people and hope to cultivate in myself.  Now I don’t give two shits about the Golden Globes, but I did catch the photos of her and Neil on the red carpet and have read some rather snarky postings regarding her outfit and conduct.  I believe the word “famewhore” was tossed around.  And I wanted to grab and shake these commenters violently!  There is a difference between a famewhore attitude and a not-giving-a-fuck attitude.  It may be a blurry one, but it’s there.  And I can understand, in these days of realityTV and people being famous simply for being famous, that people are used to the famewhore celebrity thing and the bitches that sport it (Real Housewives? Jersey Shore?).  But (and permit me to speak about a person like I know them even though I really don’t) I gotta say that from everything I’ve read about the woman, mostly from her own mouth, Amanda Palmer does not strike me as a famewhore.  She is fucked up and weird in the best sorts of ways, talented, creative, and quite a lovely creature, and I think she should be appreciated for those qualities.  And what struck me as ironic is that the commenters and such that were crying “famewhore” also kept repeating the phrase “I’ve never heard of this person” and the like.  I guess what I’m getting at is this: I am so glad I’m not famous.  Because I could see myself getting into many similar situations and cast into a similar pool; I guess not giving a damn should preclude me from worrying about what’s written about me in blogs and on postings, but I think that it would irritate me just a little.  I’d probably act along the lines of Felicia Day in her stand against Vanity Fair: a mature, well-written response explaining my side of things and nicely telling you to fuck off with your ignorant self.  And I guess one of the things that really bugs me is that in both cases (Amanda and Felicia), the prime offenders were women!  And rather than being proud of an intelligent ballsy woman doing what she wants and defining her own happiness, they try to tear her down and belittle her accomplishments.  Can you explain that to me?  I’m not saying we should all lock arms and sing kumbaya and have a big estrogen-fest, but why not give some props to a girl who decides to be more than just a pretty face (even though she’s definitely got one of those too, and a pair of legs to boot)?  Is it ignorance?  Jealousy?  I just can’t understand it.  Whatever it is, I think I speak for a great many when I say “Amanda, I got your back.” 

(That’s when I throw down the microphone and do a Diamond Dave leap off my soapbox.)

Oh yeah, and if anyone has some first-hand (or close) knowledge of hoodoo and/or Hatian voodoo, I’m getting ready to kick off a new screenplay while the other one is lost in the quagmire of not-eve-pre-production.  Shoot me an email or something.  There just might be a pie in it for you!

short and sweet. like me.

Hey there kiddos.  This one’s gonna be quick, because I’m exhausted and feel like ass.  It’s been a busy day in Tara-land…I did go and get us signed up at the gym, which is pretty exciting.  We’ve got a pair of brand new gym bags, black for Mick and zebra striped for me (what would you expect??).  Mick’s got some new tennis shoes and I’ve got a fresh 6-pack of  “a-shirts”.  It’s an exciting adventure for the Tomlinsons! 

At the moment I’m switching between watching 24 and watching Mick lace his new shoes.  I’m considering ice cream as well.  I should probably get it out of the house while I still can. 

Take care, I promise I’ll have more for you tomorrow!

Hey kiddos, are we all having a lovely Sunday afternoon?  Good, good, me too.  That’s right, I’m not up writing at an ungodly hour of the morning today!  Hooray!  It has been a bit of a busy day anyways.  Aside from my usual Sunday ritual of a big breakfast, watching the DVRed episode of As Time Goes By, and finishing up the laundry for the week, I began a journey today.  Not just for me, but for Mick too.  I bought excercise clothes. 

(Cue dramatic music…now!)

That’s right folks, no longer will we be content with a flabby existence!  We’re getting our shit together!  We’re joining a gym!  I’m not sure what finally pushed me over the edge, maybe the fact that I’m on my ass for 9 hours a day, eating unhealthy foods for lunch, then by the time I get home it’s almost dark and cold, or really effin hot for 7 months of the year.  And I used to be able to convince myself to get out and take the wolf with me, cuz she’s all cooped up too.  But now there’s no wolf, so not only have I lost my trail running buddy, but most of my motivation is gone as well.  I’m sure another point that might have pushed me was the new gym that opened by work and its big sign that says “$10 a month!”  I am easily swayed by bargains (you may have noticed), and ten bucks is pretty cheap indeed.  I could pay for myself and Mick and still be shelling out less than I did when I went to Gold’s. 

And so it was decided.  Mick gave me some cash and sent me on a spree this afternoon, and I raided the Academy clearance racks and brought home quite a bit of stuff.  Tomorrow I go do the sign up business, and then we’re on!  I’ll probably keep you posted as to our progress (no embarrasing before/after photos though, sorry).  And as a condolence, I’ve asked Mick to treat me to a pizza buffet for dinner.  One last hurrah before the end, I suppose. 

Well, it’s a slow news day here and I’m pretty exhausted already, so I’m going to leave it at that for today.  I’m hoping for more exictement tomorrow.  Cross your fingers!

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