Magsby prods so much heiney there are no words. Go check out the new FA cover art!
Tha L00t:
PotC DVD
John Lennon DVD (20 music videos, bio, etc)
A personally autographed book of Keith Carter photographs (EEEEEEEEEE <333333!!!11!)
Long-Sleeved Shirts (2 from thinkgeek.com, very proud of my dad), and a matching sweater/scarf/hat.
The new Monty Python Autobiography
Assorted knicknacks
All in all, I’m VERY pleased with The Haul, but I’m definitely wishing I’d been less subtle when dropping those hints regarding the FotR/TTT:EE or Firefly DVDs. Ah, well.
After Christmas lunch, my Uncle Lew and I persuaded the family to see RotK instead of Big Fish, as Lord of the Rings at Christmas has become a tri-annual Spencer Family Tradition. Mayhap we shall see Big Fish when Alicey and Maggie arrive, as Ewan McGregor + Tim Burton = most likely a fabulous movie.
I only mentioned it in passing, but this year, because my mom’s cousin recently died (I never knew him), my maternal grandparents stayed with us for Christmas. I knew my grandmother had Alzheimers, but because I haven’t seen her in years, I had no idea how bad it was. She’s still sprightly and alert and acts perfectly normal, but then she’ll ask you the same question four times and make the same comment about her lunch seven times. I counted.
I spent most of the day with her yesterday. We caught up on how everything was going, which was nice, but a little sad, as she just couldn’t remember things that had just been told to her. But then this morning, she remarked for the fifth time how tall I was, then asked “Now did I see you yesterday?”
She didn’t remember a thing.
At Christmas lunch, I sat as far away from her at the table as I could. I was very subtle about it. I doubt anyone in my family picked up on it, which will surely make it quite a surprise when they read about it here. But I couldn’t help it. Every time I thought about it, I wanted to be sick. Later, I realized that the weird feeling of magnified emotions and my slightly twitchy demeanor was a result of the car alarm fiasco last night. I’m still feeling slightly on edge. But the idea that I could spend a day with her and her not remember is rather disturbing. I’ll just have to get used to it. At least she recognizes me.
This post ends here, I guess. They’re back home now. The drive back to Abilene is about the same length of time as seeing “Return of the King,” so they probably got home a couple hours ago. And in two days, Alicey and Maggie will take their place in the guest house. And that’s that.
*squeals in incoherent glee*
Lovely, precious, high-res screencaps from my very favourite Pippin bit in TTT:EE! *dies* Cliquez-ici!
Gah, he is so unbelieveably adoreable in that scene there are no words.
And a very Merry Pippin Christmas to you, bboyd LJ community!
T’was the night before Christmas,
And All Through the House,
Not a creature was stirring
Except me, my mom, and my dad,
Trying to figure out the source of that impossibly loud, continuous car-horn noise that had been going off for an hour already. I hate my life and want to die.
It turned out to be my grandfather’s car alarm. We managed to turn it off five minutes ago, but I’m still shivering and twitching and I can still hear the “ghost” car alarm noise. Merry Christmas, Priscilla.
Nicholas Was…
older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.
Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves’ invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.
He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.
Ho.
Ho.
Ho.
–Neil Gaiman
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
All HP fans, read this right now.
Dear Santa,
I’ve been extra-good this year! For Christmas I would like:
A Pair of All-Singing, All-Dancing, Hobbits of the World Middle Earth
A Blue Boy in a Sparkly Jacket
A Scotsman in a Kilt (Alan, Billeh, or Ewan, I’m not picky)
Someone Who Will Follow Me to the Ends of the Earth and Back
A Pirate (or another pirate, you know which one)
And an Evil Nerd of my very own.
I promise to love them and walk them and feed them and care for them forever and ever! So if I could please find the aforementioned in my bed on Christmas morning, I would be forever grateful!
Love,
Priscilla
Why oh why did I not heed Undone’s advice? Why did I listen to “Into the West” while driving? *sobs*
This movie has killed me dead. I can’t even think about it without sniffling.
| Your Superhero Persona by couplandesque | |
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| Your Name | |
| Superhero Name | The Nerd |
| Super Power | Incredible Stamina |
| Enemy | The Disgruntled Mailman |
| Mode Of Transportation | Volkswagen Beetle |
| Weapon | Wire Hanger |
| Created with quill18‘s MemeGen! |
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Hurrah! While shopping for family and friends, I decided to pick up the RotK soundtrack, as they didn’t have it at the UPenn bookstore. As always, they had different covers to choose from, and it appeared that my choice was going to be between Denethor and Sam’n’Frodo, which wasn’t much of a choice at all, even though I chose the Sam’n’Frodo cover for TTT. I sighed, wished that they would put out a cover with Pippin’n’Merry, and paid. But lo and behold! When I got to my car and ripped off the packaging, I saw that it was indeed Pippin’n’Merry! The price tags and such had obscured their faces, so I had made the mental connection Hobbit Belly = Sam, when if I had actually paid any attention to coloration of said belly, it was obviously Merry! So I have Pippin and Merry on my CD cover and you don’t! Neener neener neener! Unless, of course, like, you do.
(Pippinscarfsquee!)
Advice to Guys: Scarves increase your natural cuteness quotient 4000%. Wear them more often. And try to be Scottish, if it’s not too much trouble.
So yay. Fabulous, gorgeous music, and gleeful surprises to boot!