Hanna and Gossip Girl

Could someone tell me why the name Hanna, without that extra "h" bugs me? Is it simply because it's the name of the current tropical ugly slated for possible landfall near me? Would I loathe it for that very reason, and because this town's history with H hurricanes isn't exactly good? Bah. I hope it doesn't hit. Namely because while I felt the other house could withstand just about anything, I'm not so sure about this one. Also, I really wish someone had shuffled the Widge back upstairs yesterday so that he missed all the hurricane prep talk because he won't shut up about it. I know it's scary for him, as I remember being more than a little freaked by the thought of Hugo back in the day, but it's exhausting having to try and correct his insane notions.

On the plus side, Dad finally [mostly] put to rest my fears of the oak trees in the backyard falling and crushing us like bugs. He had me right up until he started to mention that they wouldn't flatten the house just, uh... and then he trailed off. Why? Because he realized he was going to say they'd fucking crush my room. So. Now I have to ponder how to box up the Pullip Army and the special other stuff, and how to avoid looking completely insane when I bring all that with me.


Siiiiiiiigh. No hurricanes, please? I've been trying very hard this year not to mock people who whinge when they live in extremely horrible hurricane prone areas. [Except for parts of Florida. If I hear any of them complaining, I will smack someone down. But I haven't been listening, so if they have, I didn't hear, and thus my evil thoughts haven't been unleashed!]

Now. Let's discuss Gossip Girl. ( Summer, kind of wonderful )

I need pictures of Serena. So pretty! Usually I think they've piled six feet of makeup on poor Blake, but either it's been so long that I'm willing to overlook it, or they cut way back... or learned to do it better? Whatever. Lovely. Gotta say that the previews for next week did nothing for me.

Booooooooks.

My book binge the other day:



Sadly, my Jennifer Scales book doesn't look like that. Because that cover is awesome and mine is... well, not that cover. And I kinda think I bought that one already, but if so, that's why there's Mumsy OR PBS. Um, if any of you can find me the first Watching Alice book, or hell, any of them other than that one, I'd love you forever. Unless I already do and then I'd love you forever and EVER.

That's right. EVER. Undying love. Even if it turns out I don't like the books, I promise to continue with the love.

Oh, and what really killed me, price wise, was the issue of Girl's Life with the Sisterhood of zee Traveling Pants 2 [to go with the issue they did for the first], the last Charmed magazine [holy fuck, $10? That mag was always overpriced crap], and an import that had Baby Spice. Because, you see, I'm that sorta girl. Woo.

Attention people: When in the midst of hurricane season, make sure you stay the fuck out of the ocean when there are tropical storms of any persuasion out there. Cuz, you know, dying really puts a cramp on your holiday celebration. The hell? It's called a brain. Use it.
The storm already has begun to churn the ocean waters off the Southeast coast. On Sunday and Monday, numerous rescues by lifeguards were carried out along the beaches of South Carolina, Georgia, and North Carolina all due to the dangerous rip currents. The high rip current threat will last through the week.