Updatily

Oooo, you can certainly tell I’ve worked in the field of search engine optimization with a subject line like that. This post will undoubtedly go VIRAL.

And then teh internets can learn the thrilling news that the yet-another-thing that’s prevented me from being around here much is the fact that our basement flooded. GAH! This house has weathered (ha! Get it?) many violent downpours and we’ve had a little moisture in the basement as a result on occasion. But never inches of water pouring in from all sides. Since half our basement is finished and was filled with things like couches and rugs and many many small toys, there’s been a *%$#-ton of work for me. And my oh-so-willing children.

ACK-sherly, there is a silver lining, or more of an orange one. I had to get me a wet-dry vac! It is now my new second-favorite household tool (the first will always be the drill, mmmm, RRRRRRR, I love to drill holes in things.)

As Elf would say, “it’s very sucky!” You should see how much water it can suck out of carpet in just a few minutes. I can’t wait to use it on dry stuff. Why do we even have regular vacuums? Mine seems lame to me now.

Monday post is all over the place

Our first gorgeous autumnal weekend and I was sick. Friday night I went to the Smart Chicks booksigning event at our local indie bookstore with sbennettwealer and had fun and maybe picked up a wee germ because whoa, late Friday night wasn’t pretty, except in the technicolor yawning way.

The most fun thing about the author event was that Sara brought an ARC of her forthcoming YA novel, RIVAL. Whee! It’s a book! All that hard revision work totally paid off!

The best part of being under-the-gorgeous-Fall-weather this weekend was that I got to lay on the couch watching TV and movies and playing video games without an ounce of guilt or the youshould-youought’s. I re-watched a LOT of Buffy. And . . . ::gasp!:: I was wrong about season seven. It was good. It was very good, not at all lame like seasons five and ESPECIALLY six.

In other random, all over news, one of my daughter’s fish (yes, we recently added a small aquarium to our household. Because I am INSANE) disappeared. No body. No bones. No remnants of any kind. Have you ever heard of such a thing? Do fish sometimes eat each other, down to the last drop?

So now I will check up on your LJs and then go prepare for more new TV. I LOVED seeing Linda Hamilton on Chuck last week. So. Much. And The Event intrigued me. Even though (as I mentioned to tracy_d74) being so stuffed with X-Files viewing has got me thinking Aliens! It’s aliens, people! We’ll see . . .

Aaaaaa! My eye!

Hey eyeball! (aka brian_ohio) I cut my eyeball!

It’s going to be fine, but I cut my cornea. OW. I was trying on sunglasses at Target and they have these wee cardboard rectangular price tags dangling from the ear pieces and one went straight into my eye.

So I’ve been unable to read or write or drive or even hold my eyes open for very long. At least, yesterday. Today I’m better, but I’m already feeling some discomfort just writing this post.

But I have a contact lens bandage on the eye, and two kinds of eyedrop medicine and the doctor said the eye heals very quickly. So maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to read books again?!

Be careful out there! This mofo HURTS.

Ho Ho Hiya!

Does anyone else feel like they’re in touch with their online friends because they think about them during the day? The various people I’ve met on these great webby tubes pop into my mind at different times and occasions, which kind of makes me feel like I’ve been staying in touch.

And then I actually sit down at my laptop for the first time in days, and go, dude! You haven’t posted in two weeks. And you haven’t commented in as many. Where have you been?

Here! I’m here. I’m overwhelmed at many moments, sometimes by holiday fun, sometimes by life’s completely and totally NOT FUN events. But I often think of all of you, and even say things to you in my mind.

Because I’m crazy like that.

I’m not going to do one of those Year Rounduppy things as New Year’s approaches. Not this year. For one thing, a recounting of my 2009 might make you want to crack open the mescal and go straight for the worm. But I’m hopeful that 2010 will be better, not just for me, but also for my friends, many of whom have had rotten 2009s. And let’s turn things around for the whole country, that would be good. While we’re at it, the earth. Also, the solar system. A better year for ALL. That’s not too much to ask, is it?

Lost Weekend

I had one. But not the fun kind. And not the weird-scary kind. Not even the how-did-I-waste-it, where-did-the-weekend go? kind.

The slammed-in-the-sinuses by a jackhammer headcold kind. But at least I came down with it on a Saturday this time. So my husband was home to corral the wild ones. And prepare them roast beast.

And I’m almost all better. Already!