Exhausted blonde is exhausted. Film...well, whenever she wakes up, really.

[seanan_mcguire]

So I keep meaning to say deep and meaningful things ("I got carnivorous plants for Valentine's Day!" "No, really -- one of my sundews is eating moths already, like a wee sticky Audrey II."), or at least report on the progress that I've been making on The Mourning Edition ("Epileptic miniature bulldogs are the pet everyone's going to be screaming for this season."), but all I really seem to manage is vague grumbling noises, accompanied by the distracted waving of hands. I am wiped out.

Why am I wiped out? Well, let's see. Today, I...

* Carted THREE BOXES OF TRASH out of my house, which entailed, of course, initially generating three boxes of trash. Admittedly, it was made easier by the presence of several water-damaged shipping boxes (one of which originally contained the aforementioned carnivorous plants), since I didn't have to scrounge to generate box-shaped piles of trash, but still.

* Went shopping with Kate, who managed to convince me -- through cunning application of the Weather Channel, which insists that it gets cold on the East Coast -- that I needed some wool trousers. So we went to the mall. For wool trousers. To wear in New York, in March. Well, I have wool trousers now. Also green corduroys, a very nice 'statement piece' blouse, two new bras, and a double-breasted kelly-green coat. Behold, for now I wear the human pants. I hate shopping so hard.

* Did my Richard Simmons workout tape for the first time in months and months. Look: I'm one of those people who starts every day with an energy bar that has somehow been turned up to two hundred percent of safe storage. If I don't walk a mile before breakfast, I get twitchy. For a long time, I was controlling my natural desire to fidget with DDR and Richard Simmons. Only it turns out that I have three severely herniated disks in my lower back, and they're not so hot on all that high-impact stuff. So anyway, after a lot of healing time, a lot of pills, an MRI, and some PT, I'm finally trying to get back into a certain amount of actual exercise. It makes me paradoxically less tired. Only not today, since today, my body is very confused, and hence yelling at me.

So on that seriously more-productive-than-it-looks note, I'm going to close this down and take myself to bed, to sleep the sleep of the good, the just, and the just plain tuckered. I'll be interesting again tomorrow, I promise.

Comments

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Hooray for the guy with the stripey shorts! I'm so glad you guys are reunited.

Is Lily still licking the sundew?

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

And I can still walk today!

Lilly would like me to remind you that her name contains two 'l's in the middle, not one. 'Lily' is a flower. 'Lilly' is a bluepoint Siamese. Also a dead girl.

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

I love you.

That is the second time I've heard the phrase "Now I wear the human pants," and it has reminded me of the first time I heard it, and the image I got when one combines it with Transformers.

So now my head is blissfully full of images of Megatron in tight jeans. And for this I love you soooo much.

(Also, Red Roses and Dead Things is now playing in the top CD drive (I have two CD drives on my computer and Stars Fall Home has been in the bottom one ever since I got it; I've been doing everything else with the other one, and now I'm gonna have to rethink that or maybe get a third CD drive installed) and it RULES!!!)

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

Robot porn and horror films: your day just isn't sucking.

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

I have no idea how that particular combination manages to be so attractive. Oh, gods, the fly unzips and the movieverse 'bots especially have impressive . . . bulges, so to speak.

And "Black Death," holy hell that was . . . just wow.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

'The Black Death' was one of those songs that basically strolled up and punched me in the jaw before announcing that it was going to be written now, thanks. Some songs I have to work for. Others, I have to work to avoid.

(Interestingly, the songs that have attacked me include 'Sycamore Tree,' 'Wicked Girls,' and 'Paper Moon.')

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

You just listed my favorites.

(Also "The True Story Here," which IIRC you likened to being clubbed with like a baby harp seal. Methinks your brain knows what it's doing.)

Also, the robots line in "Some Girls?" I got this sort of lightning-strike of OMGWOW! at the realization that that's me.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

I wrote that song at Carolyn's birthday party, while most of the other guests looked on in amusement. I enjoy entertaining the masses.

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

The masses enjoy being entertained.

[scholarinexile.livejournal.com]

Kate's right; it gets cold here. For instance, I'm in Pittsburgh, at it is currently (at 12:26 AM EST) 32 degrees, and snowing lightly; it was 40 today, and that's the warmest it's been this week. New York is farther north. Be ready. If you're lucky, you'll see mammoths.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

...GLEH!

[scholarinexile.livejournal.com]

That's more or less how most of us feel by this time of year too. (update: 25 and snowing right now, going down to 18 tonight, one inch of snow expected)

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

And you people live there? Wowzers.

[scholarinexile.livejournal.com]

It has its perks. Ice around tree branches can be absolutely fantastic, and falling snow is nice to watch. If you get enough of it, you can build snowmen, snowladies, snowdogs, snowcats, and snow-Elder Gods to disturb your neighbors. And for those of us of a pagan bent, the faeries and spirits of Winter are of an entirely different character than those of Summer, and while many of them are the sort you want to avoid, there are good ones with whom cultivating a good relationship can be very rewarding.

[starmalachite.livejournal.com]

2 years ago, the entire East Coast had its biggest snowstorm of close to a decade on Friday of Lunacon (i.e., St. Patrick's Day) weekend. That's right, in mid-March. You are wise, grasshopper...

Epileptic miniature bulldogs are the pet everyone's going to be screaming for this season.

My previous set of in-laws used to breed miniature dachshunds until their prize longhaired red male developed epilepsy (which his breeder never told them ran in his excellent pedigree, & they never though to ask, until too late). They spent the next decade turning down ridiculous amounts of money from idiots who wanted to breed their females with him anyway, perpetuation of bad genes be damned.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. That's very good of them.

[gaaneden.livejournal.com]

You know, one of these days I'm going to have Kate take me shopping.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

She is pure hammered awesome in a mall. Even if I hate it there.

[stormsdotter.livejournal.com]

Yes, it gets cold here in New England. Expect the high temperatures to be in the 40s, though they could be in the 30s. Bring two umbrellas and rain boots, and you should be all set.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

Gleh!

Not okay.