elkit in wonderland

Have You Seen This Girl?

Blogathonner Persa, aka fearlesszippy, has run away from home. As would be expected, her parents are frantic. They've set up a web page here:

http://www.zulas.com/persa.htm

Have you seen her?

I Did It

I can't even tell you ... oh bullshit, who am I fooling? Of course I can! I just said it in my NaNoWriMo blog, and I'll tell you again right here, right now:

If I had a castle, and a satin frock, and a wig, I would storm up the long wide staircase like the Vicomte de Valmont, crying "Suc-Ceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss!"

Saturday Six

I feel like making lists tonight, so here's my Saturday Six:

1. A favorite book:
Margaret Atwood: The Handmaid's Tale

2. A favorite food:
Chicken Mole.

3. A favorite movie:
L.A. Story.

4. A favorite quote:
Isak Dinesen: The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.

5. A favorite place:
The beach at 26th Ave.

6. A favorite song:
Evanescence: Everybody's Fool.

Buy Nothing, Question Everything

Today's Friday Five are a shopping frenzy:

1. Do you like to shop? Why or why not?
Yes, I usually do. Depends on how urgently I need something. If I desperately need something and can't find it, I hate shopping. But usually I like wandering around the shops, checking out items, browsing, perusing, taking my time. And of the things I like about shopping is seeing so many things I like, and being very clear about the fact that I don't need them at all.

2. What was the last thing you purchased?
Groceries, yesterday. Last item on the belt was a dozen eggs, I think.

3. Do you prefer shopping online or at an actual store? Why?
Depends on what I'm shopping for. I enjoy shopping at Amazon.com in the middle of the night, or downloading software, without waiting around. But there's a lot of things I wouldn't buy online, because I want to see them, touch them, feel them, try them on.

4. Did you get an allowance as a child? How much was it?
I know I did, but I don't remember how much it was.

5. What was the last thing you regret purchasing?
The second triple latte the other day. I would have been better off without it.

Buy Nothing

Don't forget to not go shopping today. See you outside the mall!

Thanksgiving

It's Thanksgiving. I didn't make it to the Thanksgiving dinner I was invited to. I woke up with a cold, feeling pretty crappy, so I begged off, and stayed home instead for most of the day. I only left the house to take Sydney for a walk, and sat back down by the fire, eating chicken soup, drinking lots and lots of water, and writing and writing.

And I am in the Thanksgiving spirit, even though I spent the day all by myself, instead of at a feast of friends. Here is what I am thankful for:

My family and friends, who love and support and put up with me without ever asking for anything in return.

For my health.

For the roof over my head, so generously provided by my friends whom I don't deserve.

For the money in my bank account. (Not much left, but it stretches farther than I thought it would.)

For feeling so much at home here, in the USA, in California, in the Bay Area.

For being able to go back home, find it wasn't home, and turn around again without regrets.

For all the words.

For finding missing pieces again unexpectedly, in the most unexpected places.

For all the hugs from friends, and all the smiles from strangers.

For the internet, which is my library, my thesaurus, my neighborhood, my favorite toy.

For my blogs and my blogger friends - I can't imagine my life without them any more.

For the Rocky Mountains.

For the ocean.

For Orion and the Big Dipper and the Summer Triangle and the Seven Sisters.

And for the Grand Canyon which I still haven't seen.

Say It Ain't So

So I take the entirely silly "Which beer are you?" test, which I shouldn't be taking seriously in the first place, and I don't, really I don't, but did I really have to turn out a Keystone Light? When I coulda bin a Corona. Or a Sam Adams. Or a Heineken. Or a Guinness. Or at least a Budweiser. I mean, c'mon!

Jeeez. Thanks, Jen, for pointing me that way.

Cavalry For Every Household

"The Household Cavalry Mounted Regiment form the sovereign's escort for Britain's Queen Elizabeth as she travels from Buckingham Palace to attend the State Opening of Parliament, at the Palace of Westminster in London."

[From Yahoo! News]

I want a household cavalry too!

Actually, I think everybody should a household cavalry.

And not just for those travels to attend the State Opening of Parliament.

I say they would come in very handy for a trip to the grocery or the ATM too.

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la ...

Kylie Minogue on my playlist right now, and I'm singing along because it's such a catchy tune, and because, well ... because

"I just can't get you out of my head,
boy, your lovin' is all I think about,
I just can't get you out of my head,
boy, it's more than I dare do think about .."

No, I am not wearing that dress. Or anything resembling it in the slightest.

Giddy

I feel giddy. 10,000 words still ahead of me, and I feel out of my depth, and I don't care. And I got up at 4:30 this morning; Bill pulled up to the curb at 5am, I dropped him off at the airport, drove his car back to the house, and promptly set off the car alarm, little idiot that I am. That was not a nice thing to do to my friends at 5:30am ...

Wrote 500 words, drove back to the airport, this time with Holly and Sean, and decided to go back to bed for a couple of hours. Sydney was all in favor of this idea too.

And then I was going to shop for the ingredients for the stuffed squash I offered to bring to Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. Pull up at the store and realize I forgot my shopping list ... I am an idiot today.

Feels kinda nice. I don't even know why.

Anyway ... back to work on the wretched story.