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Apr. 6th, 2009 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyI tried to ignore this. I really, really did. I was hoping that even with the "this is not an April Fool's joke" disclaimer that it really was. But no. It appears real enough. I knew it would happen. Everyone else got a TV deal or a movie deal, so she went and got... a TV movie deal. "Hamilton's work is noted for its strong female characters set in vivid and complex storylines..." Um, wha? She's got two. Three if you stretch and count Andais, and really that should just bring the number to two because Anita and Merry are kind of the flip-sides of each other, and no other strong females are allowed in their sandboxes. Andais doesn't count to them because she's batshit crazy. [Which is why she does count for me.] And I could quibble on the vivid and complex bits as well.
Good. Grief.
To sum up so your brain won't leak, too: Movie deal with IFC, they'll be working with the earlier smut-free AB books and their demographic is males 18-34. So... um, I'm confused. The gore will obviously be there, but the sex doesn't kick in until later so... *ponders*
Did a smidge of gardening with papa and Widge.
And for whatever reason, never bothered to update this or hit "post". Go figure. Dad and I put Widge to work in the garden and he... went insane. Seriously, tore everything up, even his precious weed he'd saved from one of the planters from last year. I... and... Oi. Still, the work got done and as long as I do the work in the rose garden or supervise, things should work. I hope my tax check comes soon. I'd quite like to actually be able to buy the plants I keep admiring. Y'know, I'm just nutty that way.
I have a fantastic headache. It's centered right above my left eyebrow. I'm thinking since the last three headaches have all happened in the exact same spot that it's possibly a sinus thing, or allergies or something. Which would blow because I. Do. Not. Want. Allergies! Seriously, ick. On the other hand, I'd like a non horrible explanation for the headaches, too.
I've been catching up on Desperate Housewives since our particular branch of the library seems to believe that Supernatural should not be stocked. S3 is much better than I'd expected and I'm quite happy in my little DH coma. :D I'm thrilled that we're allowed five DVDs and five more kids, but I really do wonder about the sanity of some of our librarian-types. Mums and I returned discs one and two and went to pick up my pile of DOOM. Mums has a pile of doom at home. And they looked at my pile which was two DH, two Supernatural, and one Gilmore Girls and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can't have more than five childrens movies at the same time." Fair enough. Mums had five at home. We looked at the pile. Truthfully, I expected them to try and hold GG and claim, though a bit insanely, that it was a kid's show. That was the one he didn't touch. Instead, he tried to convince Mums that Supernatural and DH could be considered kid's shows.
On.
What.
Planet?
Mums calmly informs him that no. Really. She's seen both shows enough to know that she pauses the show when Widge wanders in because hello demons and people being shot and crazy hijinks are not kid friendly, thank you.
And I do not tell him that he wandered in and would not leave and I am a terrible aunty because as soon as I realized that someone was gonna get shot and tried to shove the kid out of the room, he looks over and sees person get shot. Eyes widen a bit and all I can think is oh. Shitty shit, fuck.
It's not that he hasn't seen things before. Let us not forget the day Sean, Dad, and I were watching L&O: SVU and Widge was playing with his cars or something and then suddenly asked what some sexually explicit thing was [parroting is fun!]
Hrmm. Headache has receded.
Time to go do something else. Like... plot.
The house behind ours. Zoom is fun. Thing is, it looked creepy as hell yesterday but noooo. I cannot capture creepy while trying to dodge raindrops and keep the Widget from talking to strangers.
I miss having azaleas that are different colors, but I don't mention this to Mums because apparently the ones I grew up with were bred special for Mumsy's Mums. So thus we no speak of it.
View from the sideyard that really, really could use some lawn care.
I told him to please get out of the street. As the words left my mouth I realized he was going down to the end of the street to play basketball. Still, stay out of the street! I'm so mean.
And awful. Did I mention awful?
You'd never know it was spring. Well. You would today. Rain and sun are duking it out over the house. Front yard, sunny. Backyard=end of the world. Oi.
The first rose of the season. Smells nice, too. Mums is allergic to red ones so I try to remind Dad of this every so often. Roses are his love though. Mums likes the peachy/yellow/sunburst kind. Me? I still hold out hope my lilac one will live again. Or, y'know, you could remember I plan on buying the most purple rose EVER. The Easter Lily is never fooled. It may bloom a bit early, but it's always there. Dad's talking about digging it up and transplanting it somewhere where it'll be more visible. I worry. It was a gift from his mother and pretty much the only plant we took with us when we moved.
Thorns!
La.
De.
Da.
You try chatting with someone who thinks you're being a meanie and see how fantastic your pictures are.
*purrs* My booklist for the year is currently at 43.
Good. Grief.
To sum up so your brain won't leak, too: Movie deal with IFC, they'll be working with the earlier smut-free AB books and their demographic is males 18-34. So... um, I'm confused. The gore will obviously be there, but the sex doesn't kick in until later so... *ponders*
Did a smidge of gardening with papa and Widge.
And for whatever reason, never bothered to update this or hit "post". Go figure. Dad and I put Widge to work in the garden and he... went insane. Seriously, tore everything up, even his precious weed he'd saved from one of the planters from last year. I... and... Oi. Still, the work got done and as long as I do the work in the rose garden or supervise, things should work. I hope my tax check comes soon. I'd quite like to actually be able to buy the plants I keep admiring. Y'know, I'm just nutty that way.
I have a fantastic headache. It's centered right above my left eyebrow. I'm thinking since the last three headaches have all happened in the exact same spot that it's possibly a sinus thing, or allergies or something. Which would blow because I. Do. Not. Want. Allergies! Seriously, ick. On the other hand, I'd like a non horrible explanation for the headaches, too.
I've been catching up on Desperate Housewives since our particular branch of the library seems to believe that Supernatural should not be stocked. S3 is much better than I'd expected and I'm quite happy in my little DH coma. :D I'm thrilled that we're allowed five DVDs and five more kids, but I really do wonder about the sanity of some of our librarian-types. Mums and I returned discs one and two and went to pick up my pile of DOOM. Mums has a pile of doom at home. And they looked at my pile which was two DH, two Supernatural, and one Gilmore Girls and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can't have more than five childrens movies at the same time." Fair enough. Mums had five at home. We looked at the pile. Truthfully, I expected them to try and hold GG and claim, though a bit insanely, that it was a kid's show. That was the one he didn't touch. Instead, he tried to convince Mums that Supernatural and DH could be considered kid's shows.
On.
What.
Planet?
Mums calmly informs him that no. Really. She's seen both shows enough to know that she pauses the show when Widge wanders in because hello demons and people being shot and crazy hijinks are not kid friendly, thank you.
And I do not tell him that he wandered in and would not leave and I am a terrible aunty because as soon as I realized that someone was gonna get shot and tried to shove the kid out of the room, he looks over and sees person get shot. Eyes widen a bit and all I can think is oh. Shitty shit, fuck.
It's not that he hasn't seen things before. Let us not forget the day Sean, Dad, and I were watching L&O: SVU and Widge was playing with his cars or something and then suddenly asked what some sexually explicit thing was [parroting is fun!]
Hrmm. Headache has receded.
Time to go do something else. Like... plot.
The house behind ours. Zoom is fun. Thing is, it looked creepy as hell yesterday but noooo. I cannot capture creepy while trying to dodge raindrops and keep the Widget from talking to strangers.
I miss having azaleas that are different colors, but I don't mention this to Mums because apparently the ones I grew up with were bred special for Mumsy's Mums. So thus we no speak of it.
View from the sideyard that really, really could use some lawn care.
I told him to please get out of the street. As the words left my mouth I realized he was going down to the end of the street to play basketball. Still, stay out of the street! I'm so mean.
And awful. Did I mention awful?
You'd never know it was spring. Well. You would today. Rain and sun are duking it out over the house. Front yard, sunny. Backyard=end of the world. Oi.
The first rose of the season. Smells nice, too. Mums is allergic to red ones so I try to remind Dad of this every so often. Roses are his love though. Mums likes the peachy/yellow/sunburst kind. Me? I still hold out hope my lilac one will live again. Or, y'know, you could remember I plan on buying the most purple rose EVER. The Easter Lily is never fooled. It may bloom a bit early, but it's always there. Dad's talking about digging it up and transplanting it somewhere where it'll be more visible. I worry. It was a gift from his mother and pretty much the only plant we took with us when we moved.
Thorns!
La.
De.
Da.
You try chatting with someone who thinks you're being a meanie and see how fantastic your pictures are.
*purrs* My booklist for the year is currently at 43.