Movies for October

Sorry, I've been slacking... nearly a month with no posts! I haven't really done anything interesting lately so I haven't had anything interesting to write about. But now it's October, which means it's horror movie month at my house. Last night we watched this:

Uhhh, don't waste your time. It was not good. It was better than Quarantine, but honestly that's not saying much. About a fourth of the way into the movie, Paul goes, "That girl looks like a poor man's Kristen Stewart, doesn't it?" It was Jena Malone. Awwww. I really like Jena Malone, especially in Saved! but not in this movie. Booo.

At the moment I am watching:

I've never really been a fan of the Freddy OR Jason genre, to be honest, but it's on and it's scary and it's something in the background while I'm working. Now, as soon as Paul's football game starts, I'm going to watch this:

That would be Lost Boys 2. I know. I'm mildly ashamed. But as a fan of the movie and an ex-Corey Feldman junkie, I feel obligated.

Then next on the Netflix queue, if I can sneak them by Paul:

This one has Anna Paquin in it, apparently, and my friend Jason says it's supposed to be good. Anyone know?
And a classic, of course. I saw the remake last year and did not enjoy it much. Hopefully I will enjoy Jamie Lee more. That's it for now... Lost Boys awaits me. If you have anything I should add to my list, be sure to let me know. And I'll try to stop slacking off on the posts!

Lots of pictures I keep meaning to write about

But haven't because I am lazy. So here they are without accompanying long-winded narratives.

Jackson likes to dangle his foot off of the couch cushion and it never ceases to amuse me. That's Winston looking beatific behind him.

I made these! Sort of. I planted the bush, OK? Therefore I made them.

I think those are weeds. But it still kind of looks nice.

Oooh, Halloweeny.

Lunch for some lucky spider.

Dude. Don't tap the glass.

Dude. Don't tap the glass.

Dude, don't tap the - aagggh. Whatever.

The EVIL MAMA RACCOON. ::shakes fist::

In Which Stacy and Paul Amuse Themselves

The transcript:


Dearest Matthew,
I write to you by the light of my oil lamp. The family rests uneasy tonight because the natives are continuing their warring ways. Savages. What is your opinion of our new president Buchanan? I would have preferred a Whig.

We are concerned for your safety because we have heard of the New York Draft Riots. Sounds like Tammany Hall is meddling in affairs.

We are enclosing a method of listening to music that we think you will find more convenient than the phonograph. We received it for free when we bought a cord of wood at Schmidt's General Store.

Hoping this letter finds you and Miss Raap well. The wife hopes you both have sufficient woolen undergarments for the bitter winter ahead.

Affectionately,

Paul Conradt, Esq.

Postscript: Farmer Nikolai's son, Petr, had tkaen a shine to our sister Theresa. They attended a barn dance last week. As the second eldest, I thought you should know.


Um. Some factual errors in there, like the fact that it was Lincoln that was president when the Draft Riots were taking place, not Buchanan. But we amused ourselves anyway.

FINALLY, halloween costume inspiration!!

yesss. Details soon.

If only we had Shamrock Shakes and the Wizard of Oz...

My sister-from-another-mister (and another mother...) and I are having a slumber party with our grandma in a couple of weeks. We used to when we were kids, and I have very vivid memories of drinking Shamrock Shakes and watching The Wizard of Oz during a sleepover with Grandma Grunt and Starr. It might be a little different this time - we're going to teach her Rock Band and there will probably be drinking involved - but there will still be ice cream and there will still be girly fun. She doesn't know it yet... I sent her an invitation today. I can't wait to hear about her reaction when she gets an invitation to her own house :) If you need an indication of her character, here are some pictures of GG in full gangster regalia at the Bees Knees Birthday Bash in July. Hopefully Starr and I don't get in a fight and she doesn't mash ice cream in my face like she did when we were little...

P.S.: My invitation design is blatantly ripped off from the lovely Lacey Cornwell, but hers is infinitely better than mine :)

I want this

Can anyone bankroll me? No? Damn. Why don't I have an unlimited clothing budget? Why don't my parents own Anthropologie? Why doesn't freelancing pay more? Why, why, why?!

Sometimes, researching articles leads to this...

Sometimes, just sometimes, I write an article and get way too involved with it. Like this:

Yes. Writing an article about The Baby-sitters Club resulted in me digging up my old books. I used to have a ton of them, but I sold them off in garage sales over the years. Two of these still have "$.25 SB" stickers on them. Apparently when I was reading these, I was not yet at the point where I differentiated my cursive e's from my cursive l's. I've definitely improved my penmanship a lot since last year.

They say it's your birthday

It's my mama's birthday today... but she is traveling for work and I haven't been able to get her on the phone all day. But when her plane lands tomorrow, cupcakes and Jimmy Buffett will be waiting for her. I'm disappointed in the way my letters turned out... I couldn't find an alphabet candy mold tonight and didn't think ahead far enough to order any, so I had to hand-write them. My normal writing isn't so bad, but my white chocolate writing isn't so great. Oh well. I think she'll appreciate the effort. It's her favorite mayonnaise cake... and if you, like most people, wrinkle your nose at the thought of MAYONNAISE cake, you're soooo wrong. It's delicious. It adds a level of moistness and flavor that regular old oil and butter don't. MMMMM. I like white frosting with chocolate cake, but mom likes chocolate on chocolate.

And yes, I went slightly nuts with the sprinkles. When I was a kid, I was one of those girls who wore so many sequins and bows and puffy painted t-shirts and beads that my parents had to have been convinced that I was going to grow up to be a stripper. But the tendency to adorn myself with gaudy shit has passed; now I just coat my cupcakes with such finery. Anyway. Birthday cupcakes. Happy Birthday to the family matriarch!

p.s., if you are my mom and you read this blog before you get off the plane tomorrow, which is unlikely but possible, then pretend you are surprised. Or else Santa will take everything back!

Things That Make Me Happy Right Now

Interpret as you see fit. :)

New Twitter account

Argh, so someone hacked my Twitter last week and posted spam under my name. I guess Twitter is all Johnny-on-the-Spot about spammers right now (I know they just cleaned a bunch out), because the spammers Tweeted ONCE about "Make a Million Dollars a Month Working From Home!" and BAM, my account was suspended. I e-mailed them and told them to unsuspend me because I'm not really a spammer, but apparently these things can take up to a month to resolve and I'm supposed to be Tweeting about Lollapalooza for mental_floss this weekend, so I need an account STAT. Although if I don't have any followers, I don't know what good that will do me.

Anyway. If you were following me and still want to follow me, my name is now MadameLeota (there's a Madame_Leota as well, but that isn't me). Madame Leota is the head in the crystal ball at the Haunted Mansion, in case you were wondering:

I'm sure you see the resemblance :)