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Or around the corner...
[Or Candypants]

Three Nicknames

Three Jobs I have had in my life

Shop attendant
Desk proctor
Floor Monkey

Three Places I have Lived
DuBois, PA
Coudersport, PA
Mechanicsburg, PA

Three Favorite Drinks
Hot Tea [currently Boston’s Mint-in-Tea bags]
Pumpkin Spice Latte

Three TV Shows I Watch
Dirty Jobs

Thee Places I have Been
Austin Dam Park
Fort Erie

Thee of My Favorite Foods
Cheesy Potatoes
Marla Burgers

Three Things I am Looking Forward to
Paying off Student Loans
Getting something, anything, published
Seeing Heather

Three Things that are ALWAYS by my side


Three Things I always say
“God Bless America”
“You might say I’d thought of that, but I couldn’t possibly comment”
“I have faith in you.”

 Three Favorite Quotes
"Arthur felt happy. He was terribly pleased that the day was for once working out so much according to plan. Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now here he was already chasing a sofa across the fields of prehistoric Earth."
--Douglad Adams, Life, the universe and everything

Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, "In this world, Elwood, you must be" - she always called me Elwood - "In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant." Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me.
--Elwood P. Dowd, Harvey [1950]

You can turn painful situations around through laughter. If you can find humor in anything, even poverty, you can survive it.
--Bill Cosby


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See? There's the problem with being thrilled work is over. You always have to go back again. Sigh.
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and is thrilled that work is over?

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And she loves pumpkins. So we carved some.

Nicole made Zero, from Nightmare Before Christmas

And I made a tonberry, one of the cutest and most obnoxious villains from Final Fantasy, ever!

[both of these pictures are largely subpar because they were taken in the bathroom with a teenage girl's camera.]
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So, this morning I wake up after having this supercrazy dream. Hold please, laundry.

Anywho. Crazy dream.

I'm at this sea-based resort that is, quite suddenly, under attack from a giant great-white shark. I'm not talking Jaws-size. I'm talking twice that. And it's big and munching people and so on. I'm out with either some scientists or officials from the resort and we see it and are trying not to freak out, when a man steps out from the main french doors of the place and starts calling everyone to get out of the water and into the main building [which is a giant collumn of concrete in the ocean, but still safe somehow]. That man is MacGyver. Woo. So me and those other people team up with MacGyver to try and figure a way to get rid of the shark while everyone is trying to get into the main building from the outlying random concrete islands [yes, everything is concrete--it's like a big blobby square with little blobbies "floating" around it for people to swim to and bask on and so on and so forth. Not for the faint of swimmers.]. We try various means of low-tech things and go on until someone else gets munched. At this point, two other men step out with large guns and make the last call for everyone to get into the building. These men are Ryan and Esposito [sp?] from Castle. Squee!  So they're calling everyone in, and me and the scientists and Mac go in [but not everyone can make it just yet]. There's some talk about how to get rid of it and then the boys start firing their guns to scare off the shark and so on, and a plan is hatched to distract it so that me and some of the others can bring the rest of the people in. While lying on the floor with their guns emptying, Ryan and Esposito notice a big bin of sports ball toys. They each grab one--Espo gets a sort of playground ball on an elastic cord and Ryan pulls out a small football shaped one on an elastic cord. Having found the one that will go farther, Ryan takes the lead. We all go out and he's hitting the water with the toy to attract the shark's attention. Having done this, he launches it out waaaaaaaaaaaay out into the water and the shark goes after it [because it's a ginormous dogshark thing]. Me and the others start heading out to pick up the stranded people. At this point, a couple on a lone small island, who happen to be my parents in wedding clothing, starts a cheer. Dad hollers, "Give me a D!" and a large group on a larger island yell, "D!" Dad continues with, "Gimme a fence!" "FENCE." "What's that spell?" "DEFENSE."

Yes. Weird. I know.

So we're out rescuing people [sadly, I don't know if or when my parents were rescued, but they weren't my parents in the dream--you know how it goes]. And I'm swimming next to an island about to start cajoling the kids to come with me when, out of nowhere, there's this giant shark-face next to me...only it's not a shark. Well, it is, but it's more cartoony, I guess. It's got a smallish mouth [kind of like Jabberjaw, now that I think of it], and no teeth and looks incredibly happy. Astride this startling monstrosity is my department manager, Christine. She announces that she's been going around to the islands on her mount, delivering fruit to everyone to keep them healthy. End cameo.

At this point I would love to say that we killed the shark, but really we just all made it back into the main building and some magical dream transition happened and it was years later and I was there with Ryan and Espo [but not Mac, we can safely assume he was off either saving the world or a kid from a life-time drug habit], and the lady scientist was explaining how they had relocated the giant evil shark into nonpopulated and unused parts of the ocean and attached a camera to it so we could see where it was or something. And she flipped on the monitor to reveal the shark seeing the corpse of another ginormous shark--only not as big and somehow we knew it was a younger one that was dead.

The end.

Or is it? No. No it isn't.

At this point I wake up and look at the clock and see that it is 8:19. I proceed to freak out because I have to shower and be at work by nine. It's completely doable, but if I'm not ten minutes early for work, I feel LATE. Stupid redzone.

Then I hear Nicole coming downstairs after her shower and realize that this is, in fact, just more dream and I roll over to go back to sleep knowing that it's barely past 6:30.

Of course, I can't get back to sleep, but this isn't surprising since I had trouble getting to sleep last night and then was disturbed by a sleeping but restless bunkmate who was poking me, even though I was occupying a minimal amount of space on the edge of my side of the bed. Seriously.




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Based on the books on your bookshelf, what conclusions would people draw about you?

There are a couple of options. Either I have a child or plan to have children or plan to read to children somewhere at some point...or I'm an overgrown 10 year old who really really enjoys fantasy.
Have all Percys. Have all Brian Jaques. Have almost all HP. Have all the Bunnicula books. Oodles of Diana Wynn Jones, James Thurber, Gaiman and almost all of Pratchett's YA books.

I love children's and YA fantasy.

Admittedly, I also have a fair amount of grown-up books, but still. Front and center: YA/Children's and Fairy tales. Go me.


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Day 4 - Least favorite female character and why?

You know, I don't, as a rule, think in the terms of least favorite. Instead, I tend to casually forget about characters I don't appreciate. Like the pretty pretty princesses of the triwizard tourny. They were silly and annoying. I remember the names of other female characters, but not much about them specifically--Lavender Brown, Katie Bell and Hannah Abbot. I know I should, but I just can't bring myself to care.

Wait-wait-wait-wait. Lavender Brown was the fluffy gushy teen from six. Her. I'll say her.

Although Rita Skeeter is a completely loathesome character, I appreciated her purpose within the story.
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Day 3 - Is there any of the films adaptations that have made you angry because they’ve ignored important parts of the book?

Oh, I'm sure times ten thousand [my current phrase for whatever reason]. The thing is, after Percy Jackson, [and the third Mummy, though that wasn't a book], I've learned to forcefully separate myself from source material so I can, in fact, enjoy movies. If we're going to let Leslie rant on a book-to-movie, it would most likely be a Narnia, not an Hahrry Pottah!. Also, some of the things I really loved would have been ridiculously expensive to try and pull off...or, the fact that they've been so hesitant to make NEVILLE AS FREAKING AWESOME AS HE ACTUALLY IS.

...ooh, and that time when they were in the hospital to see Mr. Weasley and they saw Lockheart [Lockheart? I want to say LockWOOD. As in FLINT. Karla, have you watched Cloudy yet?] and he's so darned proud of himself because he can write all joined up. Also the time with Neville and his parents was very sweet.

I need to go to work now.
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...I dunno quite what that title looks like, but it amuses me. Welcome to Hahrry Pottah! Meme Day 2: Favorite film.

This one isn't going to have much in the way of thought, at all. It's going to be entirely limited to kneejerk reaction. Favorite movie? Chamber of Secrets. Easily. Why? Kenneth Branaugh. Why?

This is a funny sort of place. Do you live here?

...no. *THWACK*

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