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OMG! *squee*


Haven't been to Son of the Pharaoh in such a long time, so I decided to stop by while I was downtown today. They'd gotten a lot of new, interesting stuff in since the last time I had been there. If I'd brought more money, I'd have had a blast. But the one thing that drew me almost immediately was this (excuse the kinda poor quality, I only managed to get one shot before my camera crapped out on me):



In almost a year of going to that same shop, I have never seen a statue of Set there. EVER. Naturally, I had to get this one before someone else did (the guy at the shop told me that a couple other people had been looking for one). Could have done without the seriously OMG EVIL spiel the dude gave when explaining who Set was (seriously, shouldn't the girl who sees the statue and starts squeeing like a fangirl already KNOW who Set is?

But yeah. Good find.
 

Nostalgic Awesomeness


On the way home from work, I stopped by the Chapters in Chinook Centre, because I'd spotted some laptop covers that were about the right size to hold my AlphaSmart Neo. I'm starting to worry about crushing it as I once again fall into the habit of carrying too much sh*t in my bag, and I'd been meaning to pick up a case for it.

While I was there, I noticed that there was a 20% off sale on Robert Munsch books. And amazingly, staring at me from the middle of the table, was a single copy of A Promise Is A Promise.

The very first book I ever read on my own, at least that I can remember. The very first book I ever fell in love with. I carried that thing around and read it so many times that it eventually just fell apart. I don't even know why I liked it so much, I just did. But somehow, over the years, I'd forgotten who wrote it, and I never did get around to looking for it again.

Until today.

I've never really been a people person, but lately...that occasional antisocial-ness seems to have mutated into a full-blown aversion to humanity. I swear I've become a douchebag magnet. And in the rare times where I try to reach out to people I mistakenly believe to give a damn...it seems humanity has an aversion to me, as well. It's so...frustrating. Like I want to just stomp my feet, pull out my hair, and scream for someone to pay attention to me, to give me a reason to not hate my own species. 

Bah.

So I Just Got Back From Cats...


...and I could cry.

Massive letdown.

I could have stayed home and watched House. Or bought that pirate costume I found at Shoppers Drug Mart, the one I didn't have time to buy because I would have missed the train.

I am not a very happy person right now :(

...if anyone needs me, I'll be watching Speed Racer for the umpteenth time.

Jellicle Cats Come Out Tonight...


...er, well, tomorrow night, anway.

Somehow, in the nightmare that's been the last couple of weeks inside my head, I completely lost track of time, and only just remembered that tomorrow night, I get to go see Cats, my favorite musical ever. Or at least, the only musical I've ever been able to sit all the way through without falling asleep or complaining of boredom. Unless the movie version of Chicago qualifies. Doubtful. Anywho...

*SQUEE!* Seriously, I'm going to be bouncing off the walls all day tomorrow.

Rounded out my obligatory just-got-paid shopping binge with a couple of books - Devil Bones, by Kathy Reichs, going along with a sudden fascination with forensic stuff (seriously, why'd my mom buy me that CSI game?), and The Blue Day Book, by Bradley Trevor Greive, an adorable little collection of animal photos and such that I just had to get, because I've been having too damn many of them blue days lately. Also, grabbed a few songs from iTunes (a few by a band called The Cliks, and the theme from Cloverfield, heh.) Currently debating whether to get the Speed Racer soundtrack, to complete its takeover of my brain.

I need to find a better place for Halloween costumes, though. I only found one pirate costume in the mall today, and it sucked.

And now, off to bed before I get too tired to make it through the day tomorrow.

Jumping on the Meme Bandwagon

Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.




(I live in a basement, hence the darkness. And yes, when I'm at home, those headphones are fused to my ears ;) )

Whee!


The Halloween stuff is on the shelves, and I am once again a kid in a candy shop. I freakin' love Halloween. It scares people, how much time I can spend in the Halloween section. Of course, I always somehow manage to forget to get my costume and stuff until, like, the week before. Either that, or I'm bogged down with a horrible case of indecisiveness. Last year was really bad, couldn't make up my mind, and eventually ended up recycling my costume from the year before. Saved me money, but I felt so uninspired, heh.

So, I'm getting an early start on the 'what-do-I-wanna-be' thing this year. I've narrowed it down to pirate or vampire (vampire pirate?), and now it's just a matter of searching out the costumes and finding one that I immediately fall in love with. I'm leaning towards pirate, though, because I've done the vampire thing too many times and it's time for a change. But then again, I like the vampire thing.

Yeah, only I could make something like choosing a Halloween costume this complex. Guess we'll see.

The Triumphant Return!


Ah, technology. Gotta love it, eh? Especially when it takes the form of a massive computer crash that winds up eating everything you have stored on said computer, including eight months worth of writing, a rather impressive collection of LOLcat pics, and everything stored on iTunes.

Sounds awful, but the only thing I'm massively bummed about is the iTunes. And just after I was telling my mother that she really needed to get an iPod because they're just so much better than CD players. *grumble*

Anywho, I'm back, and trying to catch up with all the crap I've missed. Yay.

If Only I Had A Decent Attention Span...

I took a little time tonight to update my writing files, namely the file in which I'm keeping record of all of the stories and word counts and such throughout 2008. And much to my surprise - and, let's be honest, astonishment - I've written over 200,000 words. That's equivalent to about two average paperback novels. Equivalent, because the file is little more than a potluck of abandoned plots and stories scrapped for little reason other than I just got bored.

I'm working on two main projects right one. The first, with the working title of Rise, is a story about a group of humans who are able to manipulate forces of nature; caught up in feuds amongst themselves, they pay no attention to the damage they're doing to the normal humans, until said humans get fed up with it all and launch their own offense.

The second, with the working title of Notebook, sorta inspired by the manga/anime series Death Note, is a story about a young woman living in a city that's pretty much been consumed by crime, until she discovers a cursed notebook that possesses the ability to kill those who go against the moral code of the person using it.

I like to think that I'll make some good progress this year, but I've said that every year since I started writing with the intent of making it my life's work as opposed to some hobby. And then I feel bad, which squelches the creative forces, which makes me feel worse...

Bah. No more of that. I have novels to write.

I Knew It Was Gonna Suck...

...and yet, like an idiot, I went anyway.

I went to see The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor.

And I hated it. So much so that the only thing I could do to console myself after wasting $12.50 (plus another $10 on the concession!) was to come home and watch the previous two movies and, in my own mind, disown the third from the franchise. The review in the local paper deemed it Terra Cotta Warriors I: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, and that is what I will refer to it from now on, as well. I'd say more, but I'm still kinda miffed about the whole thing, and I'd like to begin pretending it never happened.

At least they had the decency to put the teaser trailer for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince at the beginning. Eased the pain somewhat.