UNDER THLAYLI'S THRALL

THE SQUEE! THE WHEE! THE GLEE! THE HEY AND THE YAY AND THE DIDDLE AND THE DO!

Metaphors collided at Wednesday, July 16, 2003, 10:23 a.m.

IT'S ABOUT FREAKING TIME! And of course I missed you. I would have badgered you more to update, especially since you promised in person, but I figured with the moving and the work and everything, you had enough things to worry about. Totally thrilled to see you back. I always did love your entries. They had a neat "a day in the life of" narrative feel to them that I haven't found elsewhere online.

And in other news of people returning from the dead, Edmonton must be mindnumbingly boring if Lanie is actually writing in her blog ^_~ I hope it's not that bad, darling, and I'm so sorry I didn't say good-bye to you before your left. I tried to call you once, but you were out. You are missed terribly though, and I still harbour hopes of ice cream on Sparks Streets with you sometimes within the year (Egads!) However, there is JOY of the capital letter variety that you're actually writing in your blog. Finally! *HUGSHUGSHUGS*

Jeannie told me I solely needed to change my layout and I totally agree. I'm getting sick of looking at it too, but you all know my computer skills. So for now, a change in the writing on the side will have to do until I figure out how to cut and paste pictures onto Netscape Composer. Though if Young Mikey Boy wants to make things up to me, he can also do the layout (joking, Mike. You know I blame my mother, not you, and we had a great time yesterday.)

Oh, stupid CTS, and there's so many people to cheer (Alison,loved the "don't have to be nice" part of the "don't be downright nasty" post, and Satsuki-chan, thanks for that wonderful chat on Wednesday), there's lots to say, so much to describe. How the evening went yesterday, the black Montreal shirt of Jeannie's, the uncredible bad pick-up lines found in Chapters (The body is 98% water and I'm real thirsty),the body langauge and lip reading amid the loud but pretty good band that played live, the ancient bowling lane with the dancing pins and the heavy dungeon balls that disappeared that the end, the pretty skirt Sue wore (which I in my sleep-deprived state didn't notice: So sorry Sue, but your cool hair and piercing eyes are distracting), the combination alcohol-induced, sleep-deprived stupor I stumbled and tripped around work in. I am not drunk, my fellow workers, I assure you I am cone stode stober.

I am *such* a cheap drunk.

Metaphors collided at Friday, July 11, 2003, 09:44 p.m.

Young Mikey Boy, if you're reading this before 4:30, I'm just going to meet you at the library as planned. I really need to find that stupid planner of mine with everyone's phone numbers >_< Email is very unreliable. Grrr. Mom's going to be upset, but it's her fault anyhows. Who in their right mind gives notice the morning of after being told again and again throughout the week that Thursday is booked?

(Earlier today: Sure, days on when I'm just shooting the breeze he replies before I hit the SEND button, and the day I really need him to get back to me, he doesn't answer. YOUNG MIKEY BOY, WILL YOU PLEASE FREAKY EMAIL WITHIN THE NEXT HALF AN HOUR!?)

Metaphors collided at Thursday, July 10, 2003, 03:29 p.m.

I saw the word "Hardcore" referring to the formidable Ammie-chan on her blog. After I got over all the nosebleeds that followed - and I expect to recover any day now - I saw her reasons behind her hardcoreness. GOOD GRIEF WOMAN!! Robotech marathons, Voyager insomnia jokes, flashlights as light-sabres and requisite Mulder impressions O.o How much can a faint-hearted fangirl take!?

Metaphors collided at Monday, July 7, 2003, 11:46 p.m.

Someone convince Alison to call our youngest "Bilbo". Tell her it doesn't like a sound like a handle for a circus elephant (Though if you ask nicely enough, I'll settle for calling our little princess "Frodo"). Congratulations on the cute kitties! Legalos bear any resemblance or antics of its namesake? Yeah, you should know by now I want these: PICTURES!

I'll admit, Satsuki-chan that maybe my Severus/Sirius dream was a little... uh, absurd >_< Not that I'm going R/S anytime soon *snort*, but that fantasy of mine is just a little ridiculous and impossible even for me to justify in any shape or form. But Frith, do I still love that one scene between them in HP5! ^_____^

Sue, I may regret this, but like your kitten (she sounds so adorable!), curiosity always gets the best of me. What not-one words would you have said? ;)

Wicked layout, Linh!

Jeannie That was a gorgeous picture of Beyonce as Dazzler, especially the sparkles *is giddy as sparkles does that to her*

Maria, I hope your teeth are all right :)

As for you: JUMP!TACKLE!GLOMP!SQUEEZE! You darling, you freak of a darling, you most adorable of freak of a darling, You most adorable of freak of a darling of an AMMIE-LOVE!! You have no idea how much I needed that. Thank-you so much!
-->Egads! Fever, plague and sickness! I'm so glad you're doing much better and regaining you (gen)ki, much needed in many of our lives :D
-->I might buy the fourth season Buffy DVD just for that commentary. That's a crazy cast relationship for the singer in that episode! But I love the song. Also would buy that DVD series for the episode "Hush" and "Restless", particularly "Restless", which is one of my all-time favorite episode. Giles singing! (It's all about music, folks, it's all about musics. I ONLY TELL DA TWOOF! I ONLY TELL DA TWOOF! I ONLY TELL DA TWOOF!)
-->Shrieks with laughter! AH! *ROTFL* The beefy arms did me in ;) I want to have his kids too.

To end on a random note, things you can buy on ebay: live starfishes, tampons belonging to your favorite actress, and people's siblings. I'm so getting an ebay account.

Metaphors collided at Monday, July 7, 2003, 09:28 p.m.

Give Jeannie a stapler and watch her actually turn you into a babe (or a girl living in the 21st century in my case.) That was hilarious. We got hit on four times, but by dumb-looking hicks couldn't whistle for dear life. Miss Phoenix burned up the kareoke bar (no pun intended) with her disco song, but our combined effort on "My boyfriend's bacK" was a sad miss. Next time, we'll pick a song we actually know *g* But the best part was definitely SHOPPING! I am the proud owner of a lovely red skirt and a lovely red top and some hoop earrings. I might make it to the 21st Century after all ^_~

Metaphors collided at Sunday, July 6, 2003, 08:15 p.m.

Ron's Herpes

Thanks guys =D

Metaphors collided at Wednesday, July 2, 2003, 09:56 p.m.

You've got serious thrill issues, dude.

All revere the great surfing sea turtle in all his tubular noggin glory. Dude, you are so, like, WOAH. And so was the movie *sparkles* It is destined for great things in the box office and for re-watch on my VCR when it hits video. Witness me cry again and again as Dory gives that little speech of hers in the end of not wanting to forget. Something about non-fleshy creatures put my tearducks into overdrive. And makes me want to lick them all over like a lollypop.

Speaking of which, the aforementioned phrase will no longer apply to the human race. T'is icky in ickiest sense of the word and promotes mature thoughts that me in my Sex!Huh? early twenty something denial rather not bring up. Ergo, I will only want to lick creatures that are furry, scaled, or tentacled (no, not Hinoto, thank-you very much.) So my current list of things I want to lick like lollypops are as followed: Stitch, Bigwig, and Dory. Beastiality, yo.

Metaphors collided at Monday, June 30, 2003, 10:56 a.m.

*Snickers*

Sue, that site is too funny. Love all the Snape jokes, particularly the one with him being drunk with Dumbledore *grin* Satsuki-chan, I don't want to hear one word about the hug between Snape and Remus. NOT ONE WORD.

Linh, Pheonix fervour is so still in the air, as I'm still alternating between being mad at it and then loving bits of it to death and wanting to stop random people in the streets and ask them how cool is Ginny what do you mean you don't care about Ginny she's the best! Cryfesting Circle of the Scary Kind is a must, but unfortunately, not at my place tomorrow *sheds tears* What tolerant mood my brother was in today got shot to hell when Mother Dearest who NEVER knows when to shut her trap said something really offensive and discipicable and set my good brother into a High Fevered Royal Wrath. So he's making everyone miserable and won't let me have a sleepover in peace. *Fumes* I'm so mad, especially since I planned this with Jeannie weeks ago, and he shows up and decides heaven and earth must move. Is next week okay?

Maria, it's good to see you back! *hugs* Hope things are going well with the in-laws, and I'll get to your email soonish. Also have to get to Alison's too. Love you, Alison-Darling! Ammie, I'll answer your uber-cool post later :) No tentacles bashing promise.

Metaphors collided at Friday, June 27, 2003, 11:34 p.m.

Pfft. I should know better than to try to curb any fangirl leanings. That was not the last post on OotP, and I doubt this one will be either, so SPOILERS WARNING here. Now that I've gotten some sleep, I'm pissed off at the ending, and a great deal between the first chapter and the last as well. Talk about contrivances. But mostly, I think everything is set up for Harry to turn into a huge, hateful bully, which while as annoying and obnoxious as watching Subaru act like a self-entitled brat, wouldn't bother me that much if I could be sure the target of his bullying would not be Snape.

Blinded by bias, you can call me, and sure, maybe Snape deserves it for the crap he put Harry through, but consider the number of times he saved Harry's ass and the fact that he's risking his life for the Order, Harry better not chase Snape away with any hostile, misplaced-guilt-tainted snarkage and such. I know Harry needs to (unfairly) blame Snape for Sirius, because having to feel like he caused Sirius' death and then trusts Snape who Sirius hated is going to make him go berserk, but let's hope he'll be mature about it. Though having read the fifth book, maturity isn't high on Harry's list to be.

McGonagall/Snape/Sirius/Luna/Ginny aside, I am not impressed with the book, particularly the ending (though much of the middle was overlong and pointless). There was no reason for anyone to die like that, and the only one I can think of is to make Harry tough and bitter and blame people who don't deserve it and have him do a X!Subaru for two more novels. Rowlings does that and I'm going to kick her.

Metaphors collided at Thursday, June 26, 2003, 12:23 p.m.

Currently beating the heatwave by chilling out in my basement, wearing nothing but a shirt and undies, dancing to Tori Amos' "Siren." I'll marry the person who could live with that image. Life is sweet ^__^

I think the majority of the books I mentioned in the last post, and definitely those by Diana Wynne-Jones, are better than the Harry Potter series, but HP has Snape, and therefore earns its hype. I don't think the story in HP5 came together as well as it should have, and lot of its charm and magic was lost, and the thing that should have left me wailing and in tears only left me mad and annoyed because it didn't have to the happen and it was WRONG, but the Snape scenes were outstanding. If I had any anger left at him in HP3, he full redeemed himself here. Though, consequently, I'm now furious with the Maurauders.

Still holding my Sirius/Snape torch though, as much as I'm sure the two of them hate me for it. It's all about common ground, boys, and the ability get over hatred, deep scars, injustice done to each other, and realize how much you two share in history and goals, and how well you two could work together. (Can you imagine the two of them interrogating a bunch of Death Eaters? *Squeaks!*) They're also ideal for Harry character studies, as Harry is in many way like Sirius as a Maurauder, but more like Snape than anyone would have thought.

But Harry has friends, which I think is the big difference between Harry and Snape. You may compare what they've been through, but you can't compare what they are because Harry had Ron and Hermione and Dumbledore to help him from becoming cold and bitter. Snape had his worst memory. Dumbledore, yes, but I figured he was set into his harsh ways by then. Which makes what he's doing now, and where his loyalties are, amazing.

I said all I have to say about OotP, but expect some Snape gushing and squealage. I'll try to keep it to a minimum. I have a T-Shirt and Action Figure to lick and sleep with after all :D

Metaphors collided at Wednesday, June 25, 2003, 08:51 p.m.

I am going to slap the next person who says, regarding HP5, "finally, a children book that isn't afraid to be dark and gritty." As much as I admire J.K.Rowlings, she isn't the first person to put dark themes, violent deaths, and excruciating torture into kids-aimed novels.

Diana Wynne Jones dealed with violent family deaths, abusive relatives, racism, bullying that made me cringe in fear and anger and disgust, burning and torturing of innocent people, children even, in Dogsbody, Eight Days of Luke, and Witch Week. Witch Week in particular was chilling, more so than anything in OtoP, and had this sinister undercurrent that jolt and frightened me, as only God Loves Men Kills could have.

Margaret Mahy, another children book author who infuses magic into her stories, also showed some disturbing child abuse that kept me awake. You never thought stuttering coud be so painful. There's also overt sexual themes, family secrets, innocent people going sour, children threatening to rip their parents apart, demons putting children in places I would be freaked out in being, and great hatred and the need to inflict pain. All done so well that it never feels like she's hitting you over the head with it. I'll never look at a telephone line the same away again.

Katherine Patterson doesn't do the magic thing, but she knows how to humiliate a kid and make her feel worthless. I still can't read some parts of Jacob Have I love. Other books of her have father burnings their child, hands being cut off, girls marrying stepfathers, etc. etc. I read those books at 11, since they were under the Gr. 5 section.

There's Lois Lowry's children book, with people being run over by cars, babies have needles inserted into his head *shudder*, children alone and suffering unbelievably to rid a Orwellian world. Don't forget Barbara Smucker (slavery), Tim Wynne-Jones (graphic child abuse), Janet Lunn (ghosts and evil spirits), hell even Canadian's sunny L.M.Montgomery's Emily series turns some bitter and chilling moments with more child humiliation with a hard slap to the face and being trapped with a mad man in a church.

People who think Rowlings is the only person who doesn't write Anne of Green Gables (which I adore to pieces) and The Little (also adored to pieces), obviously don't read a lot of children books.

And they've certainly haven't read Witch Week.

Metaphors collided at Wednesday, June 25, 2003, 03:22 p.m.

Officer: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Velma: *in a most delicious throaty voice* And then some.

I want to marry Catherine Zeta-Jones.

THAT is how you make social commentary. I love Chicago. Finally, a movie about the ugliness of American society without being preachy, or boring, or coming off like a bunch of high schoolers reading Orwell. Put it song and make people dance. It was freaking awesome.

Due to the length and spoilers on my previous HP comments, I've moved them to this archive It's 5:50 in the morning. Shoot. I have to go to work in an hour >_< Don't freaking think so.

Metaphors collided at Wednesday, June 25, 2003, 05:47 a.m.