Vampire Weekend

I'm not talking about the band, although they are awesome. And no I'm not talking about Twilight either, but rather the less-discussed vampire fare of the weekend: the season finale of True Blood. From the opening credits to the last scream (of which there were many) I thought it was a fantastic end to a so far great new series. HBO has finally got some fresh blood in their line up --pun intended. I loved the way the season's mystery was tied up and the loose ends that were left hanging have me excited for the new season, which much to my surprise is less than a year away, shocking considering how few and far between HBO's seasons tend to be. I am grappling with the thought of diving in and reading the first Sookie Stackhouse book while I wait, my only fear is that it will either be better than the series --or worse-- or that it may reveal things that have not yet happened  on the show. If you haven't checked out this great series I highly recommend catching up when the DVD is released, well-worth the watch.

What "type" of blog am I?

Interesting site that analyzes your personality based on inputing your blog address. The result is almost instantaneous so I'm not sure exactly how it works, but here was my result:

"The Performers:

The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don't like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.

They enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions."

It then goes on to show a brain activity chart that indicates that I am a "Feeler" versus a "Thinker".

All in all I wouldn't say the analysis is very accurate, I mean the second paragraph is pretty on the nose but the first bit about living in the present moment couldn't be further from the truth. I wonder though if this means my blog does not reflect my true personality or if this blog analyzer is just a load crap. Most likely the latter, but I can't help but wonder what my blog says about the kind of person I am.

Being Realistic

So I'm officially done with the false hope that I will make it to 50,000 words on my Nano novel. Barring a miracle or at the very least the next two weeks off of work coupled with about 100 gallons of coffee I just don't see how it will be possible to make it from my puny word count (so small I am embarrassed to even admit it) to the finish line by the 30th. This damn cold I got back on Election Day has really been the bane of my existence all month and made it nearly impossible to focus on anything productive. I refuse to give up entirely, however, and instead have decided to go for a more attainable goal of 30,000 words by the 30th. I figure it will still be my personal best so far and I can always try again next year and it's better than giving up entirely which I am feeling pretty close to doing at this rate. Blogging will be at a minimum till the 30th as I must use every spare minute adding to the word tally.

No communion for you!

Procrastinating for a moment online and just saw this story:

"A South Carolina Roman Catholic priest has told his parishioners that they should refrain from receiving Holy Communion if they voted for Barack Obama because the Democratic president-elect supports abortion, and supporting him 'constitutes material cooperation with intrinsic evil.'"

Really? REALLY?!

This is why religion scares the crap out of me.

Nano Update

Off to an incredibly slow start on my Nanowrimo novel, and I mean slooooow. I should be at about 20,000 on Saturday, but at this point I'm closer to 20,000 minus a zero. Started off the month on the wrong foot with a bad cold, which I still can't seem to entirely shake, and which really threw me off, pretty much didn't write a single word the entire first week. I have just about two weeks left to write about 47,000 words, but I'm not giving up hope yet. Last year I was off to a tremendous start the first week and then petered out, only managing 11,000 words for the month, so I am hoping this year will be the opposite, slow start, fast finish. We shall see. Before I waste my daily word ration on this blog I better get back to it.

I would prefer National Bacon and Sex Day

According to Broadsheet yesterday was National Men Make Dinner Day. Lucky for me, that's pretty much everyday in my house. I would've suggested taking the chef duties for the evening had I known, but we ordered takeout anyway so I figure that covers it.

A sad State of affairs

While I continue to feel overjoyed and proud over Obama's victory, I am saddened and quite frankly disgusted by what looks to be a victory on Prop 8 (although apparently Gloria Allred is getting ready to file suit citing the prop as unconstitutional, my fingers are crossed) not to mention the similar propositions in Arizona and Arkansas. 

To those of you intolerant, self-righteous assholes who voted yes on 8, all I can say is you should be ashamed of your completely unChristian actions. You claim the moral high road, yet I don't think you even know what true morals are. You act in the name of religion and yet your actions reflect a complete and total misunderstanding of the fundamentals your religions are based on. When you finally reach those pearly gates you seem to think you have won entry through, you'd better hope Peter doesn't ask you if you ever passed judgement on your fellow man. I wish you all bitter divorces.

Watching history unfold

I can't stop smiling.

I was glued to the TV starting around 6pm last night, listening to the soothing sounds of Brian Williams' voice (somebody give this guy an award, he really is the best anchor on TV) and watching anxiously as the gray states turned blue and red. Despite my cold, I was ready to stay up all night waiting for the results and things were looking good when around 8pm they cut away to the local news feed. A few minutes later they cut back to the national feed and there on the screen was Obama's picture next to the words Barack Obama elected 44th President of the United States. I took me a whole minute to register what I was looking at, and once I understood I wholeheartedly believed the graphic was a mistake. In a panicked flashback to 2000 I thought they called it too early. What were they thinking?! But then they cut to the massive crowds in Chicago, zeroing in on the smiling, crying faces of so many proud Americans and as Brian Williams' comforting voice confirmed that it was in fact real, I knew it was okay to smile and I haven't stopped.

Now only one question remains, can he deliver? I think he can.

I Voted

I'm home sick today with a nasty cold so I was lucky enough to vote late this morning, avoiding the hour-long line my husband was in this morning for a less annoying twenty minute wait at 10am. I also avoided the working-world voter crowd and instead ended up in line with the much more entertaining unemployed/stay-at-home-mom/retiree/nutball crowd. Also couldn't help but be amused by the pollworkers scrambling around, yelling commands and wielding authority as if they were manning a naval tanker instead of volunteering at a preschool auditorium.

Now it's back to the couch for much needed rest and a catch-up session on All My Children until the election results start rolling in. If I could actually breathe, I'd be holding my breath in anticipation.