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Warren Ellis » God Hates The World


If anyone recognizes these people, please go fork their yards or something.

Seriously? Are they kidding? I am SO not showing that crap to Cris, dude, or we'll never hear the end of it.

And that's all the energy I have for that drama.

In other news:

I Am Legend.... Mattie loved it. I loved it too, but it was a bit morbid, a LOT sad, pretty depressing and not just because Will Smith has a Shelby GT and I've got, well, Hazel.

Been reading lots of Meg Cabot and Rachel Caine . Two authors I love who have my muse spinning in about fifteen directions sideways from Kat's story. But whatever, it's the holidays, as long as my muse is keeping my mind too busy to think about other things, we're good.

Getting divorced over the holidays SUCKS. I sort of hate you, J. And I do say GETTING divorced because that shmuck is still dragging this out or something. Sigh.


This writer's strike crap sucks. I totally understand, respect and support the writers, but the actuality of the strike sucks. Choirs singing Bon Jovi and Garth Brooks? Really? That's the best we can do? *sigh*. So, I did what any soap infested potatohead would do, and went to Blockbuster. Where I somehow managed to get five movies for the price of two. Don't ask me how, I have no idea, it involves a little blue keycard.

Last night's movie was Skinwalkers, a werewolf movie done the way I like werewolf movies to be done: Skip the gore and unneccessary Saw-Hostel- infested blood and yukness. Of course, it IS highly possible that I liked it because that guy from Roswell is in it.

Next up is Stardust, something with Colin Firth (if anyone gets it, what the big deal is with him, please let me know), and a couple of random muse movies.


Whoops... two hours off of work without checking in, must be about that time. Sigh. Someone shoot the holidays and get them over with. I wanna go to Florida.

30 Days of Night is F#%ing awesome

30 Days Of Night - Official Site

It's been a long time since I've seen a good vampire movie. A LONG time. I didn't realize how long until I went to see 30 Days of Night. Josh Hartnett + based on a graphic novel about vamps = I'm going to see it whether it is the total bomb or sucks eggs.

It didn't suck. Not even close. Here's the warning: this is not the old Lestat that we've seen so much of lately. Or Jean-Claude or God help us, that atrocious person on the CBS Vamp show with Logan Echolls does Vamp.

They are exactly as vampires were meant to be, before someone romanticized them: hungry, evil, and WAY FUCKING CREEPY. Reminded me a bit of The Gentlemen from Buffy.

Thirty Days of Night, in case you live under a rock and didn't catch the trailer, is about a small town in Alaska going through the thirty day sun-out. A group of vamps decide this is the perfect place to come and play. Josh Hartnett is the sherriff who is adorably heroic, but not in any kind of creepy way.

The gore, for once, is fitting. They are vamps after all- there has to be some decapitation and a lot of blood. I can stomach the gore when it makes sense. Saw is pushing the limit of my tolerance and let's just forget things like Hostel altogether. If you're sensitive, stick to Lestat or track down that Henry guy on lifetime. He's adorable and doesn't sleep in a frakking freezer.

I am both in love with and destroyed by the ending, depending on when you ask me. Either way, it was a great flick. Certain scenes were so good, I swear they came right off the page of the graphic novel. Alaska as backdrop for a vamp flick was a fabulous touch- blood on the snow just looks... well, it's one of Ren's few nightmares, let's put it that way.

And of course I took the muses to the movie. Key didn't get the point, and was mad that someone was pissing around in Alaska. Erik was entirely amused by the whole thing. Ren loved it, but was a bit disturbed. The angel dorks showed up around the end, and I had to endure the hairy eyeball from Cris for going to see it in the first place.

Now I'm off to write; Kat says she's been trapped in a bad episode of Seinfeld for three days and if someone doesn't do anything about it, she's going to withold all my caffiene. Ack.

Music of the day: Muse, Muse, Muse. Maybe a side of Breaking Ben later.

From Neil Gaiman's Journal: Why write?

Neil Gaiman - Neil Gaiman's Journal: Why write?

Mostly I'm just testing out this Google/Blogger/ Send it to my blog feature. Now that I have a fancy computer with Vista and all kinds of gadgets to keep me too preoccupied to write, that is.(Play PacMan on your desktop and Blackjack on your homepage! GASP!)

But I spend a lot of time trying to explain to the norms why I live in my own head and spend my time writing. The master Neil Gaiman sums it up better than I could ever hope to. Not that I've ever made it to the end of something. Yet.

HA! Now I actually feel confident that we WILL get to the end of Kat's story, eventually. Even if I only get two to ten pages a week, we'll get there. I have faith. And a lot of extra characters who want attention now that someone is musing.

Speaking of all that, I really need to get back to working on the story.

What I'm writing: Kat, as always. We're up to Chapter 13 in which Kat must devise a plan to escape a creepy sandcastle and also Las Vegas. Not the one with Josh Duhamel lmao.

What I'm reading: The Book of Joby, by someone named Ferrari of all things. Think... Memnoch without all the vampire drama, Gibbs as Lucifer, Cris and Zack being completely adorable and doing a scary good job of playing themselves (Gabriel and Michael, respectively), and a completely adorable little boy who has God all mixed up with King Arthur. Well, that's the beginning anyway. I really love this book, we may have to do a book report someday in the future.

What we're listening to: MCR, with a side of Muse to get the story kicking for the day.

ummm that's all, shoo everyone so we can get to work or something.

Hooray for Hollywood

Who would have ever thought I would actually advocate going to Hollywood Video again? But lo and behold they are closing a bunch of their stores, and selling every last thing. Five bucks a movie, YAY. Anyone who loves movies, especially the old stuipd ones, needs to hurry up and get in there before the good ones are all gone. I'm totally on a mission to find some things I've been wanting to get on DVD but haven't ever had time to search for. Two stores down in two days, and I'm pretty sure this is all a secret plan of Hollywood Corporate to get back all the money I swore I'd never give them in revenue after we parted ways. So far we got a Ren movie, a Deedle movie, a Cris movie YAY, one dragon, one fairy tale I've never seen but looks cute, several horror movies for Ren who wanted to buy the whole damn section regardless of its Meyers content, an Arthur movie, and About Last Night which if I have to explain the concept behind THAT movie, what the fuck are we even doing here.


In other news, three months after the last post and we're almost at 33K. Not very much as far as progress goes, until you count the fact that I have it all completely plotted out and I work about 50 hours a week. But the greatest part? I'm having FUN with it. I finally found a voice to speak through that translates. Translates to what, well that's debatable. But I'm writing, and that's all that matters. I think the fact that somewhere along the lines this spring and summer, I decided to hell with trying to live up to anyones standards but my own. Yes, I write or wrather play around at it. No, I definitely do not have delusions of grandeur- I'm just doing it because its fun, and maybe when I'm done I'll have something to entertain someone with. I love telling stories and entertaining people with them. Out loud and in person, I completely suck at it, and get bogged down by things like shyness and being retardedness. But I stopped worrying about whether people know I live in the land of the loony tunes or not. I've got lions and tigers and a bunch of other dumb dorks around almost constantly, which pretty much means I'm having more fun.

What else.... I've sort of become a regular at the Louisville zoo. I'm working a lot. My divorce still is not final, sigh, because Jackoff Jason spent his summer dragging his feet. I'm boycotting christmas- we're going to have Nightmare Before Christmas decorating theme going on this year in my new apartment. Hopefully they won't kick me out when I put up my halloween tree.

Random cool things: Heroes is back (Ben, YAY); Kid Nation, Gossip Girl, and Life on Wednesdays; finding new fruit to throw at the TV on Thursdays; Stephenie Meyer books; Gilmore Girls on DVD, but only seasons five and six for liony cuteness; Muse,Bryan Adams, and Kat's Rain playlist; husbands of old friends who are successfullly published brilliant authors and other good friends with Maggies (these last two need to be promoted, but I'm saving that for another day, because the end of a post about Hollywood Video is SO not the proper place)- and I think that's it for the moment.

Current music- Rob Zombie. Ren highly recommends the new Halloween movie, by the way, but only after an original Halloween movie marathon at home.

*does the happy writer dance*

If Kat and Finn's story was a movie, Aerosmith's The Other Side would be the song that plays at the end.
Why am dancing? Because I've got about 4K progressively on the start of an actual story. Which I love, with a voice I've finally found that I also love. I also have almost 2k more in out of sequence scene junk.

Maybe that sounds like small potatoes to the rest of you, but its huge and happy thoughts to me.
And that's all from the previous. Today? 4K MORE worth of a scene that isn't even GOING in kat's first story, but it's a progression of what's going to happen in the future. I'm so excited to get to that point and see where we go with what was accomplished today that I can hardly stand it. I'm ALSO loving puzzling out the original story. Unlike with Mattie's, I don't know exactly where Kat's is going to twist and turn through. And that's okay. She's already made one new friend who's going to be a regular around here even if we don't write another word.
But I will, YAY. Thank you to the cookie monster and her assistant for getting me going and keeping me at it.

I love being a writer.

Oh yeah and Key? You're still way in trouble, dude. Have fun sleeping on the sofa outside in the rain *snort*.

what good are a thousand ideas without a story?

I must have a thousand ideas. And a thousand different characters for each idea. Of my three muses, one's story has been told, in my head, and I got about a third of it down in Word. Where's the rest? It seems impossible to finish. I've tried. Every time I try to delve back into it, I have to deal with the fact that Mattie's world has changed some since we tried to write Dead Earth. Which POV is better, Duff's or third? Hell if I know. I LOVE Mattie's perspective, but sometimes I worry that the adorableness of it is lost from the outside. Then there's the fact that I can never focus on one POV without trying to throw in twists. I KNOW what happens in Duff's story. I guess going back and writing all the tough parts seems boring. My mind is constantly going in a million directions. Focusing on something that's DONE is hard. Harder than I have the willpower for, apparently. Hell, I write to entertain. Mostly myself, and even if I act the normal for the mundys, there are worlds of things going on in my head. What fun is a story I've already found out the ending to?
Then there's Key. Key's story doesn't really have an ending. Key's story will end when I end, it's as simple as that. I have characters that come and go, and ones who have evolved. Key evolved from Joey, and Ren. Key gets me through the tough shit. Some day I could sit down and write the story of how Key meets the people he's spending the rest of his life with... his past, how he became a Merlinn. For now, that's all private. Watching his family live their lives keeps me musing and entertained, but I have no designs on pimping out Key's life to make a buck, or entertain someone else. Not yet, anyway. God knows Key and Ren have done all kinds of ridiculous shit for money, not that either of them need it, lol. I guess it would be a smart idea then, since we're not writing Key any time soon, to stop musing up new stories that tie in to what happens with Key and B, and Keaghan.
Then there's Cris. Cris doesn't have a story, he just snoops in on everyone else's. Biggest gossip I've ever seen, seriously. If I didn't know better, I'd think DOOL was created by an Angel. Cris has his own thing going on. Rhams and all that drama... now he's married or something and yay for him being sorted but its not getting me any closer to a word count.
What's the point of all this? I get to whine about being lost and now I can't even blame these three dorks.
Lately I've been having more of those days where I want to toss everything I've mused up in the can and start over. Of course the blank slate would come with Key and his "What the fuck babe, you can't toss me out and you god damn well know it"; Mattie, lost that he's supposed to be erased because he was busy flirting with Keaghan or some woman we don't even know, eating pizza; and Cris, lost under a pile of blankets, waiting as always for me to tell him a story. Preferrably one with a happy ending. Sigh.

I think my biggest problem is that I've got these three dorks, and all their drama. I've got a huge cast, and more drama. But the thing I need most, the thing that drives me to write, is a voice. THAT, that is what I'm missing.
Okay, Mattie has a voice. It's adorable and somewhat blonde. Jump up to the beginning and repeat.
Key also has a voice, but he's too much of an asshole for the rest of the world. Jump up to the beginning and repeat.

I thought I had a voice or two, but my world being tossed in a blender and set to puree at the beginning of the year has left me lost and confused. I'm not mourning a person...relationship I guess I should say. But I am mourning... the loss of my belief in love, romance, happily ever afters... MY shot at love and romance and happy ever after.
I've been struggling to find a voice to write with. Someone who' s in the same place I am- dealing with all the stages of divorce and grief and etc. Someone strong, like me, and independent, like me, and a little bit heartbroken over the idea that her happily ever after took a flying leap out the window. Someone through whom I can maybe whittle out a bit of hope, convince myself that going back seven years to wishing on stars is a good plan.
I'm working on one. Maybe, it will work. Maybe, it won't. At the moment she seems mostly flat and boring because she is, of course, MY voice. Toss all the sparkly cutenes and raindrops around her you want, but its still me talking through her, so yeah.

Then there's Martin's story. Martin's story has been dying to be told for a long while now. It could be fun to write. The problem is it requires a lot of setup and thinking on it and delving into that world.... and every time I set aside a block to write on it.... work calls. Deal with this, deal with that. Ooops I'm going on vacation and have no fucking work ethic so I'm sorry Ceej, but you've gotta cover. Hope you didn't have a life or plans or any other fucking thing, my boyfriendgirlfriend and i are going to florida chicago vegas nyc, you know, all the places you want to go but never get to. Keep working your ass off for that nonexistant bonus. Sucker.

Speaking of which, I have to go conduct a meeting on customer service in the morning because my employees don't yet grasp the simple concept of being friendly and saying hello. Tomorrow's lesson will be about writing shit down, remembering what your boss tells you to do, and the simple truth that anyone over the age of twenty should not have to be told to put on their name tag. Time for a quick nap.

what good is a blog without a fairy tale to get it restarted

Once upon a time there was a woman who lived for romance. She loved Happily Ever After and expected it in everything she did or read, much to the annoyance of her friends. She believed in fairy tales and cheesy soaps, and Santa Claus . Every night she wished on a star or two that she'd fall in love with someone who could be not just her husband, but her friend.
When her prince came along, he was handsome, if a little tarnished. But then so was she. He carried with him the keys to the kingdom of magic and fairytales, and sometimes they even spoke the same language. She was happy and in love. They lived in a slightly rotted castle with two small subjects and one rather large one.
Then one day, without any warning, the tarnished prince brought home an ugly stepsister, and her small child. The prince claimed he wanted a refund, so that he could start a new chapter in his Happy Ever After with the ugly stepsister and her little girl. The woman's heart was broken, because more than anything, she'd wanted a child of her own. She hadn't realized her fairy tale came with an expiration date.
Her belief in love and happiness destroyed, the woman moved out of the rotted castle. She took the most obedient, loyal, and loving of the subjects with her to a new land far, far, away. Or at least down the Snyder several exits. They found a new castle which the woman decorated with fairies and seashells, and they were fairly happy.

Now the woman and her subject spend most of their time lost in the land of dreams, searching for a new fairy tale. She's not sure she believes in love- for her at least, but the evil prince was not able to destroy her belief in romance. She still expects it in everyone else. She's guarded as always by her constant companions: a tiger, who is cranky but loved; the world's first environmentally-friendly dragon, who eats too much pasta; and the Angel who protects her heart.

If you're looking for the woman, look with your heart, not your head. Occasionally she fades from this world into the land of dreams and stories, and is not always easily seen. Never fear, friends: she has many more stories to tell- and Happy Ever Afters to find- before her own story is done.