Life's a Party

I'm making actual progress on the music writing front. YEY ME! Planning on putting out a 5 song demo by June 15.

In other news.

Have discovered new benefit to being tiny. Cheap underwearz. Gap girls' XXL panties fall about midway between women's S and women's XS, making them exactly my size. And they beat even the clearance prices of their adult counterparts. And occasionally they come in 7 packs with the days of the week on them—Sheldon Cooper would approve.

Most of my other cost saving measures are in the kitchen. This week: homemade nut milks. The concept is simple. Put nuts in a blender. Add water. Blend. Strain. For particularly hard nuts, soak overnight. Yesterday I tried this with some black sesame seeds I'd bought in bulk. The high oil content made for a very rich and creamy end product. Bonus—straining left behind a nice seed paste I can use to make tahini. I have a butt-load of uneaten peanuts, so I'm trying that next.

FYI: using raw chocolate powder instead of Dutch processed cocoa powder results in a more bitter end product. More sugar must be added to compensate. It took me two failed brownie batches to figure this out. Well, not failed, really. People still ate them.


Drive-by Movie Reviews:

Hanna—what it lacks in story and character development it makes up for in BADASS.

Your Highness—funnier than I expected. In that vulgar, moderately offensive teenaged boy way. Lots of naked boobies. Natalie Portman has fun with some truly creative revenge fantasy monologues.

Hop—mostly sucked. Do not recommend. And I'm usually pretty easy to please when it comes to kids movies. I mean, I even enjoyed The Toothfairy.

( this time in PINK! )

Oh, what else.

I started writing another fic. Without finishing any of my current works in progress. It's genderfuck kidfic.

::loses at life::

fashes linked me to some nice high res photos/magazine scans of Fall Out Boy here. You must be a member of the comm to view, but it's open membership.


Also, GIP. Pete and Patrick sitting next to each other in a FUSE interview. Patrick's ickle legs too short to reach the floor! Matching shoes in clashing colors! I flail with glee.

I stabbed my toe on a brick this morning. No, not stubbed. Stabbed. There's a little gouged out bleeding hole at the crease where big toe meets foot. Do not ask.


So I have some extra money this month. I'm not sure how that happened, but enough extra money that I can waste some on clothes without going broke.

Victoria's Secret has an online sale (through Thursday) for people who get the e-mail newsletter. 25% off any single item. I ordered myself a frilly pink dress.

FRILLY. PINK. I'm kind of in love with it.

( Look! See! )

Understand that the last time I owned a dress? I was seventeen and going to prom with a crazy Romanian communist. Not that that's relevant. We were friends in high school. Sort of. And everyone in my friend group ended up picking prom dates in much the same way that you pick names out of a hat in a Secret Santa. Minus the hat.


Fannishly:

I'm about 5000 words into the vampire!Pete fic. I'm not quite sure how that happened. There're about 2000 words in there I don't remember writing at all. Yay progress!

I went through all of my collected Fall Out Boy image downloads picking out ones I might use for the Pete/Patrick vid I'm working on. They're now filed according to lyric.


Random:

Hilarious post linked on metaquotes: here
Disturbing thing fashes linked me for whatever reason: here
The Best Thing Ever: here

Current reading list: the Goldman abridgement of The Princess Bride by S. Morgenstern, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, Black Powder War by Naomi Novik. I think I have some unfinished Terry Brooks lying around somewhere as well.

I've been writing music in my free time instead of doing fannish things, but I did do some futzing in photoshop today. I might try writing something this week.

Yesterday I enjoyed the fruits of my gratuitous online shopping. ( more clothesh0rzing )

So last night was a fan night in. goluxexmachina and I ended up discussing the state of delicate flowerhood among Hard Core Logo fen and Pete Wentz's girly body issues and the probability of him already having a sockpuppet bandom journal.

spaggel sent me a bunch of awesome crackmusic that I need to check out. I in turn introduced her to Róisín Murphy.


GIP of Patrick's jailbaity little face.