in the comment I left on a featured post, and it startled me because I had forgotten I had changed my layout.

     ...Hi!
     For some reason my xanga is still doing that thing where it has mostly Twilight advertisements on the side bar. Huh. Well, not much I can do about it...maybe if I talked about other popular things it would make different cookies. I'm not sure how that sort of thing works. All I know is, after my idiotic vampire post a while ago Twilight ads kept showing up.

     We're waiting to be picked up by Liz and co. in preparation for our Awesome Houston Trip of Miyavi-ness. It is going to be FANTASTIC.
Miyavi's married now, by the way. He married a fellow singer named melody. [sic] and they're expecting a child. I learned of this on youtube, possibly on the same video where I learned he was coming to Texas. I had actually gone looking for that video so I could mention to the people who had left comments about the AM concert that I had learned of it from them and was forever in their debt, etc but when I looked at it all the comments were "Oh, it's so sweet that he's married" or "aww, my MYV married someone else " or "why did he marry that talentless hack" and so on and so forth. So of course I went and looked it up. At that point it hadn't been officially confirmed, but now it has been (in his Myspace blog ). He also announced that he had started his own company (called "J-glam Inc.") and announced himself as its CEO, Ishihara Takamasa (a name which unaccountably makes me giggle, possibly because it sounds nerdy, especially compared to "Miyavi" which means "elegant").
     Of course, I don't believe everything I read in youtube comments. There's this new thing going around on all the Neil Gaiman-related videos (and when I say related, I mean "wherever there's the slightest connection"--I found it on a video of someone covering a Dressden Dolls song). If you, for some reason, watch any of the NG vids in my youtube favorites, you will be repeatedly informed that Neil Gaiman Is A Scientologist, He Has Given Lots Of Money To Scientology And blah blah blah blah blah, and it's getting to the point where it's spam, practically one of those chain comments that you see only limited to certain videos. It's annoying. It demonstrates one of the biggest problems with the internet--people go to google or wherever for their information, without stopping to think about the fact that the information could be coming from anyone. Neil Gaiman's father was a big scientologist, yes, but that does not have anything to do with the son. As far as I could find, NG himself is Jewish (emphasis on the "ish" ) if anything. And the newer comments I've been seeing that explain how Neil Gaiman's friendship with Tori Amos is a scientology thing used mainly to bring them both more money...
     Anyway, my point is, sometimes the internet is very nice for information and gossip, but sometimes people have no clue what on earth they're talking about.
     ...apropos of nothing, yesterday the SS sisterhood was briefly united as Livvi is home from school for the weekend, and Liz and Nene came over to discuss our Houston plans. And after I dropped Liz and Nene off at Liz's house, we (well, me and Livvi; Bliz stayed in the car) stopped by the little comic/book store down by Main Street and poked around. I found beautiful
     I don't know when I became such a geek, but I like it. Especially my new discovery of H.P. Lovecraft, whose books use such lofty language that I have to write words down and look them up in the dictionary, which I NEVER have to do. Expanding my vocabulary + sniggering over the Poe-like morbidity and Stephen King-like horror-ness = WIN.
     I also get to expand my vocabulary with Save the Words, so I'm winning in lots of different ways. Especially now that, in an attempt to make myself actually write in it, I've decided to start taking my diary random places with me (like school) so that I can note Lovecraftian words, jot down interesting things that happen, and write random stuff when I'm bored. Hoorah!
Okay, last time I wrote this post, the internet crashed and I lost it. Because I'm paranoid, and Liz should be coming soon, I shall leave you now. Tata!

~HannahGeorge

     PS
     This is Adam Lambert, my absolute favorite American Idol contestant ever, in "The Ten Commandments, the Musical". He looks goofy, but...his voice...the song.......*girly sigh*

     You should have heard him sing Mad World. I about cried.

Sandman books, the entire series--unfortunately, the books were $20 each, so to buy the entire series would have cost me over $100. So I forgot about that, since I don't have that kind of money, and bought a set of four comics that make up the Dream Eaters arc. They are very pretty and have foxes and japanese people and onis and badgers and Morpheus and Morpheus-as-a-fox... Someday I shall go back and buy more, some day... (of course, if I buy the series in shiny-new-book form, I'll have extra issues which I'll then have to do something with...sell them to Half Price Books or the comic store, maybe.)

and not succeeding.

HI!!!
So this weekend was pretty hectic. I was hyper and in a great mood Friday because I didn't have anything I needed to do during the weekend. HA*.
Bliz and I went to MVC so she could take a test and I sat around reading Watership Down. More HA**.
Then in the evening we went out with Janene to JoAnn's to look at yarn and stuff, and while we were there I got a call saying my llama was acting sick and I needed to go home...so I did. On the way home my mother called again to say that the neighbor vet thought Chonny had tetanus, and we needed to give him a vaccine if we wanted to pull him through. When we got home I went over to Julie's because she was being wonderful and calling vets all over the place and stuff***, and then the vet guy met us at the house (Chonny was walking around by this point) and you know I'm tired of talking about this so forget me continuing in detail. Suffice it to say, Chonny wasn't as bad as we originally thought but he did lie down on his side a couple times (which is a NONO) and that morning from 4:30 to 8:30 I ended up sleeping outside (with a sleeping bag, fortunately) to make sure I could roll him back over if necessary. Then Saturday morning we discovered that a bale of hay that had been standing on end had fallen over on Parfait and killed him, which was totally unexpected and shocking and made me and Bliz into emotional wrecks for quite a while****. That night after giving him a tetanus anti-toxin shot (though we're not sure whether it really was tetanus he had; it might just have been malnutrition) and some probiotics (he had eaten a whole lot that day and we wanted to help him digest it) I slept outside the whole night (but with some foam padding under me this time!) and of course he didn't lie down at all. Hmph.
Those were some pretty long sentences with a lot of parentheses. Oops.
Now I am waiting for spring break. Waiting. Still waiting.
SPRING BREAK IS GOING TO BE SO WELCOME. Haha.
Also, if you remember this Chrysler (this dude):

I have now drawn and colored his female counterpart Lydia.

Her eyebrows are a different color from her hair because she does not have naturally blue hair. She dyes it. Unlike Chrysler, who has red hair because he is, er, biracial. Well, Lydia is biracial too (I think). Her mother is Puerto Rican. Chrysler's mother is, um, a fairy.
BECAUSE I CANNOT WRITE ANYTHING BESIDES SCIFI AND FANTASY TO SAVE MY LIFE.
Unless you count a story not yet written***** about a girl who suspects her cousin of being a vampire when in reality he is diabetic. But even that one takes place a long time ago (somewhere between 1850 and 1920) and thus is not relevant to my times. My motto is not "write what you know". Apparently it's "write whatever you can get away with".
Until I got Lydia's lips right she looked like Peter Pan. Why is my female character less "pretty" than my male character? (Don't answer that.)

Well I have nothing more to say except this: My lab teacher and I were wearing the same kind of tennis shoes today******.

...I didn't say it would be anything interesting.
Supper is on so it is TTFN

~Hannahgeorge

* Oooh, FORESHADOWING!

**Ooooooh, more FORESHADOWING! *dun dun dun*

***I need to remember to make her a thank you card.

****I got over it when I logged into Twitter to weep and complain about how my sister's had rabbit died unexpectedly on Saturday and I read Neil Gaiman's latest update, which explained that his father had died unexpectly on Saturday. I thought " Why do I feel like this is not really worth complaining about any more?" and did not post any more whiny updates. Everybody remember, when you're having a bad day, this novel concept: Somewhere out there, someone else's day sucks even more than yours. Count your blessings and eat something with sugar in it and cheer up.

*****Except for the first chapter, which sucks.

******Hers were at least four sizes smaller; possibly five.

and when I woke up and found that it was only half-true, I cried.
Just kidding.
Seriously, though, who doesn't love books? (psst--that's a rhetorical question. Please don't answer it.)
The problem is when I go book-shopping even if I start out with a set list I end up buying whatever catches my eye. Half the time that's because it would have been on my list if I had remembered*, but still...it's so hard to resist temptation in the form of a shiny new book (even if that shiny new book is actually a ragged old book**).
Which might explain why I am running out of space on my <cough>actuallyElizabeth's</cough> bookshelf.

I also have two or three shoeboxes full of other books, such as all my James Herriot and Tolkien, as well as some other classics and, I think, some poetry.
AND I WANT MORE.
Because I'm a greedy pig.

Recently I have been studying (muscles), reading (the Stand by Stephen King), crocheting, (this:)

And, um, that's about it. Unless you count attempting to assist Bliz with her writing by "inspiring" her with a library book (well, more importantly, its back cover):

Because I have a tendency to lurk around and bug her when she's trying to do schoolwork.
Now I really ought to go study muscles some more, because in a little less than twenty-four hours I shall be taking a test on them. The horrors. I think I know them pretty well, though. I just need to memorize their functions***.

So, here I go.
Leaving now.
Bye.
...
Really finishing.

Ttfn everyone
~Hannahgeorge

     *And half the time it wouldn't have occurred to me to look at all. Example: I was going to look at the manga section, which, logically, was in the same part of the store as the comic section. I thought, idly, "I wonder if they have any comics written by Neil Gaiman. Next thing I knew, I was organizing the entire "S" section in an attempt to figure out how many consecutive Sandman comics I could find^. I found seven that went together, and were particularly good^^:
    
     I like 'em. This specific arc is about Dream (aka Morpheus aka the Sandman) and Delirium (his little sister) looking for Destruction (their brother). Delirium looks particularly Tori Amos-like in parts of this story line:
    
     Not that any of y'all care.

     **Unless that ragged old book has writing in it. By all that is good and literate, DO NOT WRITE IN BOOKS. Unless you're the author. I suppose you can write a note if you're giving it as a gift, but bear in mind that someday the person to whom you are giving the book might sell it to Half Price Books and people will be opening and reading^^^ your note.

     ***And their spelling. And several other things. <sigh>

          ^ And which ones were, you know, readable°.

          ^^ I mean, #7 has a human heart on it. How could it not be awesome?
         
          Having just said that, I realized I don't remember what that particular issue is about.

          ^^^ And possibly resenting.

               °Readable here meaning "not containing inordinate amounts of sex, violence, or other disturbing things".

So, I've recently become obsessed with the movie Coraline, and am spending my free time watching every trailer I can find for it and so on. (I just listened to the audio book [readbytheauthorofcourse] and loved it.) When Mr. G posted a link to this video on his twitter I watched it. And I thought it was funny. And I liked the word koumpounophobia (who wouldn't?) so I looked it up. Lo and behold, there are many, many sites where people are commenting to say "OMG, I didn't know anyone else had this same fear!" and though some of them may be jokes, they can't all be. It seems really sad to me...I happen to really like, er, the objects this phobia fixates upon. (Don't want to spoil it for you.)
So here's the video:



And here are some sites about koumpounophobia. (read the comments!)


//edit//
On a totally different note, here is a double dactyl I just wrote off the top of my head (I am absurdly proud of it):

Higgledy-piggledy
Hannah is writing she's
jotting down words without
stopping to think:

Neil-Gaimantically
she is muse-channeling
she doesn't care that her
dactyl will stink.

(Mantically comes from mantic which means [of or pertaining to, or having the power of divination]
and since I had just thought of the phrase "Neil Gaimaniac" naturally the words stuck together in my head and gave the idea of writing as if divinely inspired. And thus my poem sprang into being with hardly any thought.)

PLEASE LOVE THIS POEM AS I SPENT A GOOD FIFTEEN SECONDS WRITING IT.

//added note at bottom//

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