It’s doubtful Lydia will be up this week. I spent too much time this week playing Diablo III or Starcraft II or reading (I) to actually write it…
So really, when you think about it, it’s Blizzard’s fault
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So yeah…
Posted in Excuses - Ramblings - And shit I should have tweeted with tags lydia on May 28, 2012 by ginnylurcockIn which Phin and Gin revi… HOLY SHIT IT’S THE SKELETON KING!
Posted in Book club, Excuses - Ramblings - And shit I should have tweeted, Review on May 25, 2012 by ginnylurcockPhin worked with my father this week, so there wasn’t going to be a review anyways… but last night I swore we’d have some sort of discussion about literature to post here today.
Then I bought Diablo III.
So yeah… that didn’t happen… but on the plus side my monk kicked undead ass.
Next month, I promise, we’ll review “Neverwhere” (yes, we haven’t read it yet, we’re bad Neil Gaiman fans, shut up) and “Dead Beat” and maybe, just maybe, we’ll also have time for “The Sister Brothers“
In which you get short non-fiction stories instead of a post
Posted in Weekly therapy session on May 24, 2012 by ginnylurcock…The funny is missing from my brain… instead of one big post you get three mini-stories… all too long for a tweet but too *find a word that doesn’t make you sound narasasstic and expresses my urge to spill these secrets* not to tell you. Read more »
The Adventures of the Dread Pirate Lydia, Part Fourteen
Posted in Adventures of the Dread Pirate Lydia on May 22, 2012 by ginnylurcockIt’s late, it’s unedited, and it doesn’t have a title… but that’s what happens when you try to reconstruct writing you lost and know that nothing is as good as the original.
The Adventures of the Dread Pirate Lydia
Part Fourteen
In which insanity hopefully does not run in the family
Never again would Lydia have the dream where she was naked in a classroom or a boardroom or even her celebrity crush’s bedroom. No, from now on her deepest nightmare would be standing slack jawed with owl eyes facing her stunned mother with a golem, her blue haired sort of boyfriend, his canary headed brother, and David standing at her back.
What the hell had she been thinking?
“Lydia!” Her mother said again, this time sounding surer that she wasn’t hallucinating. The smile that seemed to erupt from her face basking everything in a golden, warm light as she grabbed Lydia in a fierce bear hug. Almost as if she was a mother bear wrapping up a long lost cub. Or rather, exactly like that. Little choking hiccups escaped her mother as tears wet her cheeks. Not all of them were her mother’s. “Agatha Lydia Tuner!” Her mother cried, still clinging to her as if she was a lifeline.
“Hi mom.” She said in as normal a tone as she could muster. It was no big deal that she’d been gone over a week with no word. Just like it was no big deal that her main maybe squeeze had heard her embarrassing first name. Heck, he probably hadn’t even heard.
“Agatha…” Stalk mumbled under his breath, shooting that hope to hell and back. Before she could even muster a cringe in his direction though, the shaking hysterical fireworks began. Read more »
BAH!
Posted in Excuses - Ramblings - And shit I should have tweeted on May 22, 2012 by ginnylurcockSo at some point this morning when the first digit on the clock was still 3, the power went out here for about 30 seconds. Long enough for me to have to get up and turn the monitor back on in the other room. Long enough to have to reset the alarm. Long enough for half of this week’s Lydia to vanish.
I know, I know. “Save early, save often”
It’s not my fault though… Captain America was the jock in “Not Another Teen Movie” and that was really distracting.
Ok… it’s my fault… but look over there!
(the whole point of this is that there won’t be a new Lydia today. Tomorrow, I promise. Unless I let myself get distracted by some other absurd movie staring some other Avenger)
In which I tell you about that bat thing…
Posted in Weekly therapy session on May 17, 2012 by ginnylurcockOk… so let me tell you about the bat.
Actually, I should probably start back in the past. My in-laws (and Phin when we first started dating) live in this old house that used to be a boarding house for mill workers. The mills are gone, but the house remains, complete with a dirt basement I’m too tall to stand up in, faulty wiring in the second and third floor, and nickel plated pipes. (The water there tastes AWESOME, but not really) It also has a second chimney that is currently only used to house bats. (Phin has informed me that this is the live chimney, and I think he’s crazy because why would bats live in the working chimney…)
Now, this second bat chimney is in the wall between Phin’s old room so all night you’d get to hear the bat express. It’s kind of creepy when you just hear them make that bat noise randomly when you’re half asleep. Just sayin’. Now, because this is an old house, it also has these old funky Thimble Plates. For those not in the know, those are what you cram into the flue for old woodstoves or hearths so that things like bats can’t escape from the chimney into the house.
I think you know where I’m going with this. Read more »
The Adventures of the Dread Pirate Lydia, Part Thirteen
Posted in Adventures of the Dread Pirate Lydia, Short Fiction, unedited on May 15, 2012 by ginnylurcockPart Thirteen
In which Ginny deals with mountains. Both of the monetary and stupid male variety.
(I don’t even know if these thoughts are coherent anymore… I really need to write these things up before 0 hour)
Twenty-three thousand, seven hundred and eighty-three dollars.
That’s how much was currently spread out in front of her on the galley table. Twenty-three thousand, seven hundred and eighty three dollars arranged in neat little piles according to their denomination. As she repeated the number in her head she tenderly stroked each of the stacks in front of her. One for the hundred dollar bills, of which there were one hundred and sixty-four. Another for the ninety-five fifty dollar bills. The smallest stack was for the twenty dollar bills, of which there was only forty-six. There were sixty-eight portraits of Hamilton in the next stack, followed by seventy-two Honest Abes. The singles had to be split into seven piles, since she couldn’t quite manage to stack all six hundred and seventy-three of them into anything smaller without them falling over.
She resisted questioning why a ship full of men required six hundred and seventy-three singles. That question could wait. At least until after she’d spent her twenty-three thousand, seven hundred and eighty-three dollars. Read more »
Site update and anecdote
Posted in Site Updates on May 15, 2012 by ginnylurcockI’ve got some bad news and some good news. Or as I like to call it, some medicine, and the spoonful of sugar to help it go down. *giggle* I said go down* Read more »
In which Phin and Gin review Blood Rites (Dresden Files #6) by Jim Butcher
Posted in Book club, Review on May 11, 2012 by ginnylurcockFor Harry Dresden, there have been worse assignments than going undercover on the set of an adult film. Still, there’s something more troubling than usual about his newest case. The film’s producer believes he’s the target of a sinister curse-but it’s the women around him who are dying.
Harry’s even more frustrated because he only got involved with this bizarre mystery as a favor to Thomas-his flirtatious, self-absorbed vampire acquaintance of dubious integrity. Thomas has a personal stake in the case Harry can’t quite figure out. But Harry is about to discover that Thomas’ family tree has been hiding a shocking revelation that will change his life forever…
Like this:
In which Ginny needs anger management
Posted in Weekly therapy session on May 9, 2012 by ginnylurcockEvery time I open this document to start this week’s post, the douchecanoe who thinks he’s Batman opens his mouth and something stupid escapes. Then my vision goes all red and I lose a chunk of time.
This is why I should always write these ahead of time…
Anyways, I’ve put together what I managed to work out before the last time I passed out in a rage induced nap: Read more »
