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:: Monday, September 29, 2003 ::

I went to Kevin J. Anderson's and Brian Herbert's book discussion and signing tonight. I would like to say that I went to get my brother's copy of House Atreides signed for his birthday but that would be a lie. I am a fan, not as much as my brother, but a fan nonetheless.

I was interesting to listen to the collaboration process, which idea was who's, and hear the anecdotes about the movies and mini-series. The seventh book that follows Frank Herbert's detailed outline will be out in 2005 if all goes well. In the meantime there is the rest of the Jihad trilogy to get out.

But I think it would be safest if I don't actually talk to people I admire. For example:
Kevin: You don't look like a Craig.
Me: This is for my brother.
(he signs, I feel the need to say more stuff)
Me: He likes Dune.
(Kevin gives a weak smile and wonders, "Did Riverside Mental Institution have a field trip today?" He passes the book to Brian.)
Brian: So what's your name then?
Me: I'm Stacey.
(silence as he signs. I feel like a dweezil. I grab book and scurry away to hide in the animal section of the bookstore.)

It wasn't that bad, but it was close. My inability to communicate is directly related to how much I admire an author. Gawd forbid I ever meet Pratchett - I'll go catatonic.

This makes me wary of going to the Tim O'Brien signing next month. I have three authors who defined the way I look at the world: Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, and Tim O'Brien. If I meet Mr. O'Brien, I am sure I will drool and make grunting noises as my brain will be overwhelmed with one thought: OH MY GAWD IT IS HIM IT IS REALLY HIM!!!!!

I am such a tool.

:: 10:59 PM [+] ::
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On the State of the Union:

Samurai Jack - I have been missing this show for two years, missing like an old wino misses how his liver used to function. I thought I was doing okay, but then I got here and watched it and I wept for the hours and hours that will never come back to me (unless they put it out on DVD WHICH THEY SHOULD.)

It is visual art. It is genius. It is samurai. And I love it so.

My Comic Books - were in a state of ... all I can say is that I am embarrassed to have left them how they were. It involved two 200 count boxes, 100 bags, and 150 backboards to put all those sins right again. I am ashamed of myself for having ever thought that I was a true fan. A true fan would not have done that to her innocent collection. I need to go beat myself about the back with a leather strap some more. 'Cuse me.

My TV - more TV shows. Though I lament the loss of OP every Sunday evening not to mention the joys of Japanese commericals, I feel heartened that the A-Team is shown at 11 every morning on Spike TV and that I can watch two whole hours of Buffy on FX. Mom loves Spike. Not the channel. The vampire.

My life - exist to serve. Serve to exist. I am a house elf with clothes. Very good clothes.

Halloween - the final decision was made. I played with ideas including K.I.T.T.E.N from Sluggy, Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, and a pirate wench among others. But the Halloween superstore had an awesome purple crushed velvet hat and a large selection of swagger sticks - some with disco balls on them! The stick on gold tooth did it for me; I will be teh pimp for Halloween. Mom said the kids wouldn't get it but I'm not dressing up for the kids! I love Halloween soooooooooooo much.
:: 2:46 PM [+] ::
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So what have I been up to? Lots and lots.

Last week I was on a business trip with my dad acting as his chauffeur, gofer, and general secretary to the Daddio. We spent many days in Wisconsin and I spent many days in a hotel room doing nothing but answering phones and answering more phones. And ordering room service. There was much room service.

Then we took the ferry from Wisconsin to Michigan. That was awesome. I love boats. And in a weird twist, my dad's business partner suggested that I join the Navy. The idea has its merits but I feel I would be betraying my fellow ROTC cadets if I bailed and joined the Navy ... but it appeals to my ... ahem ... other interests. And kaigun is Navy in Japanese no matter how Oda translates it.

Speaking of kaigun and stuff, I want a personalized license plate and if I do get it, it will bear only the letter K. Because all good things start with that letter - kaizoku, kaigun, kuro, kohza, kaur, kuhnspeerucy, Agent K from MIB, Kula, Krishna, Kennedy, and kemistry. There are many other cool words that I can't think of but really, kuhnspeerucy needs to be honored for all the crap it got me into in school.

This weekend I'm visiting Skippy and meeting the infamous Beth. We will sit in judgement upon her and deem if she is worthy of spending time with my brother. Okay, mom said I actually can't do that, but I would like to. I do not share well with others, especially when that person is my blood-brother and partner in crime. We're not twins but we do have our own language and Beth doesn't get to learn it, dammit!

But he says she likes Harry Potter so she can't be too bad.

What else has been going on? Nothing too exciting. I am still working as general oddjob girl to my parents which is fine with me as it means much business travel and general easy chores. I had to clean the gutters and trim the bushes but I can handle that. I also seem to be making a lot of Dairy Queen runs. For Dad. Not for me.

I got pissed the other day for in my hunt for good videos to watch I Found Nothing. I couldn't find Hellsing or Brotherhood of the Wolf or Yamakazi or Spirited Away or Cowboy Bebop. I concluded that my town sucks. I HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO RENT ANIME. (warning: Japan Whining Ahead) In Japan, I could rent five videos for a week for seven bucks and that meant about 9 hours of anime. Any anime you can think of including all the naughty ones. But what can you get in Podunk Ohio? Nothing.

On the other hand, I can watch the A-Team and Cops whenever I want. So it makes up for it but only a little.
:: 8:22 PM [+] ::
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The Saga of Bleedy McNugget

Lo, it was a sunny balmy day. Skippy and Stacey were taking their chariot, the Love Macheen, out to the local used bookstore where they would trade old words for.... probably just as old words but they would seem new to the Siblings.

Hark! There on the pavement layest a lowly bun whose fine fur so matched the grey of the road that only the eagle sharp eyesight of Stacey did see it.

The Love Macheen protested as Stacey brought it into a squealing U-turn. Whilst Skippy shielded the bun with his body, Stacey wheedled a box and some paper towels from a crone.

So armed, the two dideth coax thone bun into the cardboard box. But gasp! The bun was bleeding. As the Love Macheen was bid to reach levels of speed hitherto yet unhearkened by any man or beast, Skippy solemnly pronounced the bun's Name - for by Naming the injured creature of the forest the Siblings knew that they would impart power to it.

Skippy raised the lid of the box with port and dread and gravely pronounced, "You will be Known as Bleedy McNugget."

And so the Siblings and the Bun raced the Healer's cottage in the Wood. The Healer therein was not hopeful. "The Bun hath sustained dread injuries. He may not last the night."

The Siblings left the bun in capable hands knowing they could do no more. Skippy remarked, "If he lives, he will be Bleedy McHeadTrauma."

Days passed. Battles were lost and won. Skippy completed his Rite of Botany-Slaying and Stacey did vanquish the dread Beast, Gwarage-Sali! Later Stacey remembered the injured bun and did summon the Healer.

"How wentest it, Healer?"

"The Bun was released into the Wood mere hours ago."

And there was great rejoicing and there was a feast. Hassenpfeffer was a main dish.

The End.
:: 8:47 PM [+] ::
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