Names:
Megan Collins- 12. Curly hair, caramel brown. Pitches well, catches poorly, hits fairly. runs fast, clumsy. good at science, bad at English. Likes strawberry ice cream best. Hates olives and lemons. Favorite color is purple, favorite food is hamburgers. Parents fight, and near the end, split. First kiss (w/James) of the personal, private sort.
Annie Frack- 12. Dark hair, braids, medium skin. Wears glasses. Catches well, runs fair, pitches fair, hits poorly. Close with Megan, helps her in English sometimes. Favorite subject English. Good at art. Can't sing. Favorite color purple. Favorite food fish. Likes coconut ice cream. Dislikes red meat. Brother dies at end of summer (accident?)
Sarah Wheeler- Barely 12. Wheat colored hair, blue eyes, pale, lots of freckles. Favorite color pink. Loves sports, doesn't play well. A bruiser. Runs fast. Small for age. Likes english and art best. Dances well. Favorite food hot dogs. Likes chocolate ice cream. Wants to write books. Father walks out on family near summer's end.
Rachel Anderson- nearly 13. Red hair, dark eyes. Likes green. Good at math, bad at art. Pitches poorly, catches ok, hits fair, runs slow. low self esteem. Tall for age, developing, slightly heavy. Favorite food salad, dislikes ranch dressing. Mother (single parent?) resents and belittles her. Friends with Thomas twins for years, closer to Kyle (first kiss, of the friendly, daring sort).
James Wheeler- Just turned 13. Catches well, pitches fair. OK at English and science, poor at math, looks forward to wood shop. Loves his little sister, even when she annoys him. Favorite color red. Favorite ice cream chocolate, Hates oranges and pork. Favorite food tacos. Sings well, dances poorly,
Kyle Thomas- 12. All skills fair, works best with brother. Ok at all school subjects, good with young children. Likes vanilla ice cream, favorite food cherries. Starts finding identity seperate from Adam.
Zachary Miller- 12. Catches well, others fair. Plays violin. Father knocks him around, mother is neglectful.
Adam Thomas-12. Skills fair-to-poor, only plays because brother does. Very good in English and math, the most looking-to-the-future one.

Take This List and bold what you have read. I think I'll just copy and comment. Also I'll included at the end ones I want to or have partially read.

( BOOOOOKS )

So! Great looking TV season isn't it? Though Tuesdays are pretty bare until November, and Thursdays are a mess. Wednesdays seem so bare without Lost and Fridays will never be the same without Terminator and Battlestar :((.

Mondays:

8: How I Met Your Mother (September 21)

Tuesdays:

8: V (November 3)

Wednesdays:

9: Glee (September 9)

10: South Park (October 7)

Thursdays:

8: Bones (September 17), FlashForward (September 24)

9: Fringe (September 17), The Office (September 17)

Fridays:

9: Dollhouse (September 25)

My mother, who has at best an "eclectic" taste in TV, has watched Lost since day 1. Since then, she tried to get me to watch it. Relentlessly. I resisted. It shared a timeslot with Veronica Mars. It was overhyped. By seasons 2 and 3 I got quite a bit of bitching about it through osmosis. But enough of that osmosis got to me, and this winter, for the premiere of season 5, I caved.

( My what a strange, wonderful trip its been.  )

Title: Candle on the Water
Artist: Anneliese Van Der Pol
Fandom/Pairing: Lost/ Desmond-Penny
Spoilers: Through "Jughead"
A/N: If ANYONE can help me fix that glitch around the 30 second mark (I entered it moving, it previewed as moving, but when I saved the file, it was just a still!) it would be greatly, GREATLY appreciated, as I am quite proud of this one otherwise. Quite a pleasant video to make, since the end of "No Place Like Home" still makes me feel as squishy.


Candle on the Water -

Tonight I made a bowl of blue raspberry jello, three boiled eggs, cookies and tea to try to stop myself from running upstairs and spoiling myself for tonight's BSG.

( And booy was it totally frakking worth it )

My brain, it is dead.
( Terminator: the Sarah Conner Chronicles 2-14 'the Good Wound' )
( Dollhouse 1-1 'Ghost' )
( Battlestar Galactica 4-15 'No Exit' )

And I just realized, OMG, my BIRTHDAY is on a Nerd Day this year. I KNEW the TV god loved me!

In honor of the wonderful Friday night lineup, I hereby dub every Friday "Nerd Day". Terminator, Dollhouse and then Battlestar Galactica? It's like nerd paradise!

And in honor of this first, true Nerd Day, I make a pledge. I will not tonight, use my position on the West Coast to read BSG spoilers, and ruin Nerd Day's crowning episode for myself.

First off, the things I didn't like.

Flashback of Stanley's Greatest hits- doesn't fit the documentary style, and I thought the full screening of the scenes from the pirated movie was an obvious viewer grabbing ploy. Also, Jack Black and Cloris Leachman. Ew.

As for the rest, loved it.

I don't understand the people harping on Pam. If you've always thought your parents had the perfect marriage, its obviously going to devastate you and make you super vulnerable and touchy if their having problems. My parents have always had a super stable relationship, and I'm not sure how I'd react if they split.

Michael's "ommmm.........omg, if you're wearing a dress, please keep your knees together, no one wants to see that.....ommmmm"

"If it was an Ipod, it would be a Nano"

Angela Jeff Foxworthy'ing the crowd, and she looked so happy to be making them laugh.

Oscar's "I generally think of myself as a good person...but I'm going to try to make him cry"

Stanley's heart monitor beating faster everytime Michael walked close to him.

"Andy, Cornell called, they think you suck and you're gayer than Oscar!"

So, the first of my posts on what my haul in this week is. Mostly intended for my library books, but purchases will make it in too.

Library Materials:
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay: Hey, it won the friggin Pulitzer prize, and is about comic book history. Sounds like a winner to me! Here's to hoping I actually manage to finish the thing.
Good Omens: Read part of this before. Made me laugh, got Queen songs stuck in my head, but I didn't finish, maybe I will now.
The Man in the Moon: Reese Witherspoon is probably my favorite of the mainstream block of American actresses, but I have always preferred her earlier work (like this, and A Far off Place) and the occasional serious project she does now (like Walk the Line) to her Legally Blonde's and Sweet Home Alabama's.

Purchased Books:
Lords and Ladies: Reread, awesome, read during classes read of Midsummer Night's Dream.
American Gods: Will finish. Makes the mythology geek in me glee.
Wolves of the Calla: Haven't finished Waste Lands or Wizard and Glass yet, but want to purchase them as well, and this one was bargain, $5
Misc Purchases:
One pair of sparkly, purple slip on sneakers, gift exchanged because they were too small, were further on sale so I got $3 back.

Title: Baby Doll
Artist: Pat Green
Character/Pairing: Pam, references to earlier Pam/Roy and current/future Pam/Jim.
Rating: K
Author's Note: Inspired by a rewatch of season 3, and the end chorus, a tribute to Pam's growth in season 3, you know she probably at some point of despair had some misty colored memories of her previous relationship, and I think that that was the reason for her getting back with Roy at Phyllis's Wedding.

Title: Little Moments
Rating: T, for safety/possible future
Characters/Pairings: Various, centered around Jim/Pam and Dwight/Angela
Summary: Little moments, sprinkled over time, for the worker's of Dunder Mifflin, former and current, and their families.
A/N: Posted individually on ff.net, written as they come to me, and posted here in blocks. Time stamped mostly for my benefit.

( Vignette's 1-5 here )

A variant on the years old OTP shipping meme that I've meant to do for a while, but never did.

( My Top 5 OTP's, Why I ship them, and favorite moments. )

My favorite auntie is not best known for her punctuality. Sometimes she would send birthday presents months late. When I was ten, she sent my present back with my brother on vacation. It was two books. One was The Royal Diaries: Elizabeth the First. It looked like the more interesting of the two, so I started it first. I read a few chapters, wasn't terribly wowed. I think it still sits in my bookshelf, unread. So the next morning, I picked up the second book to read.

The other book, was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

And the rest, they say, is history.

OK, not really. But I did read half the book (I've always been a quick reader, but this was a feat even for me) in the next three hours, curled up in a spot of sunshine like a cat.

Over the next school year, I obtained books two and three, two as a gift for a good math grade, three on my own, from saved allowance. I proceeded to learn about the phenomenon that the books had become. I wasn't one of those, never picked up a book on their own before kids, I had always loved books, but even I could tell these were something special. The wait for the release of the fourth book was agonizing. This was also my first introduction to the fascinating horror of internet rumor/spoiler sites.

The summer that I was eleven I spent about a month away from home, first with one grandmother, then with an aunt, then with my other grandmother. And even though I had gotten my period the winter before (to much horror and embarrassment), summer 2000 is when I really fully entered puberty, and has become, at least in the importance my memory attaches to it, a sexual awakening of a kind. I will always get warm and fuzzy with thoughts of the many things I wore/did/liked then. I still have home recorded VHS tapes from then (I had recently learned to operate the VCR on my own). I try not to watch them too much, I'm afraid they'll break and they contain some things which are irreplaceable. Britney Spears, LFO and ATeens videos on Nickelodeon. Nick at Nite marathons. My jean shorts with the embroidery, my Powerpuff Girls beach hat, beaded henna necklace, and butterfly sandals. And I really wish I knew what happened to that blue anklet I had. That summer, Harry Potter, along with Disney's So Weird and Digimon, owned my soul. I read my copy of Prisoner of Azkaban until it was tattered, the hardback pages held in with approximately three rolls of Scotch Tape. Goblet of Fire came out when I was staying at my grandma's, and my dad ordered it online and had it sent there, so I wouldn't have to wait to read it.

The wait for the fifth book was torturous, but I wasn't as obsessed this time, it was purchased the morning after, at a grocery store.

The sixth book came out when I was in high school. I wanted to go to a midnight party, but my dad's company picnic (at Paramount's Great America FTMFW) was early the next morning, and I had finally begun to appreciate sleep. We drove back to the park later to get my brother (we had left early, my parents and I like different sorts of rides, and all my friends I could have brought were out of the friggin CONTINENT) and stopped at Target so I could get my book. What is most strongly linked to that night? The Who's Tommy, me and my dad played it in the car during the drive, and when we got home I listened to my LP of it when I was up past 2 reading most of it. Then I passed out and woke up and immediately read the rest.

Book seven came out the summer I graduated high school, so it felt a bit like the end of an era for me. I was going to go with a friend to the last midnight party, but I had ridden with her once before, and her driving, to put it bluntly, scares the holy hell out of me. Then a few days before the release, I fell prey to a bootleg copy I mistook for a piece of fanfiction (the ebook site I got it off had a few users try to pass them off before).

I wish I could have gone to at least one midnight party. I got the rare experience of the books that no future kid readers will; I got to grow up alongside Harry.