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Catt's books

Boneshaker
Dreadnought
Four and Twenty Blackbirds
Bloodshot
Clementine
Wings to the Kingdom
Not Flesh Nor Feathers
Hellbent
Fathom
Those Who Went Remain There Still
Dreadful Skin
The Living Dead 2
The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities: Exhibits, Oddities, Images, and Stories from Top Authors and Artists
Bewere the Night
Ganymede
The Inexplicables
Dead Witch Walking
The Good, the Bad, and the Undead
Every Which Way But Dead
A Fistful of Charms


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*blinks* My mouto looks like Chloe Sevigny.

Wish I looked like somebody…..

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I keep getting sucked into Mel‘s new blog design. It involves a highly lick image of Aly Hannigan from FHM magazine, and its blue, so I’ve got happies. But, um. Mostly? I stare for awhile, then twitch and shake my head and move on.

Evil IE users think I’m insane, no doubt, and that it looks perfect. Evil Netscape users, however, are sitting there with me going, “Um. Ow.”

And the thing is, I know what she was trying to do. And had it worked, it would have been slick and faboo and brill and abso-fucking-lutely shibtastic. But it didn’t. And I just can’t figure out how it managed not to.

sounds like gailyn addis, “seven year sleep”

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……….ok, see, when watching the giant bat with the rough, croaky voice, it never occurred to me that he’d be the skinny, balding white guy who replaced French Stewart. It just kind of kills the magic for me.

*blinks quietly for several minutes* Is it me, or am I asleep?

please make it stop sounding like dance dance revolution, “bumble bee”

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..b..o..r..e..d..
..h..u..n..g..r..y..
..a..r..e..n..’..t……y..o..u……g..l..a..d……y..o..u……c..a..m..e..?..

STILL fucking sounds like dance dance revolution, “bumble bee”

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Michael Shanks.

Lexa Doig.

Naked.

Kissing.

Full color.

Is it any wonder I’m a goddamn sci-fi slut?

still sounds like dance dance revolution, “bumble bee”

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Melly-sama has the most fantabulous desktop of all time. And if you click, and its not the blue one with the woman walking on it….its been changed, and I pity you for missing the beauty and the glory.

……..I need to kill Yuffie for having this song for download, and Melly for mentioning it and pointing the way to her site. This shit is fucking crack. *moves to delete it….and instead hits “play” again*

sounds like dance dance revolution, “bumble bee”

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I have won a “free 20oz Coca-Cola product.” Schweet.

I am addicted to Rose Revolution. Tatiana-san is my new goddess. ^^

38 minutes till Stargate SG1. Will I watch? Hmm…..

I’m kind of non-linear this evening, aren’t I?

I watched my Widescreen! Director’s Cut! version of Army of Darkness earlier. I was leaving puddles of melted flesh on the furniture, so my mom told me to go down to the family room and watch a video, since it was cooler there. And since a couple months ago, my Melly-sama had bought me AoD — on account of it being my fave Evil Dead movie, even if it isn’t the best one, and her being a Best Buy slut — and I had yet to watch it for some unfathomable reason, I grabbed it and sloshed down. It was pretty shib, all in all, I like widescreen shit, and y’know, Bruce Campbell, so happies. And it had a few things that weren’t in the normal version, and it even included four cut scenes after the credits, AND it had the original ending, which while not as amusing as the used one, was much more in keeping with the kind of time Ash had been having in the series. The part that killed it for me? They ditched my favorite line. >.< For those that haven’t seen it, there’s a sequence that ends in Ash having an evil double (two Bruces! SCHWING!). Ash is somewhat puzzled by this, altho he shouldn’t be by now, and so Evil Ash explains that “I’m Bad Ash. You’re Good Ash. You’re a little goody two shoes, that’s what you are! Little goody two shoes, little goody two shoes!” And then proceeds to dance about and use Ash like a Rock-Em Sock-Em toy. So when he gets a little too into the dancing about part, Ash draws his shotgun, and shoots his double square in the mouth, and then proceeds into My Favorite Line: “Good. Bad. I’m the guy with the gun.” And they cut it. And do you know what they replaced it with? “I’m not that good.” *stares silently for several minutes before belching loudly* sounds like the montgomery cliffs, “wednesday girl”

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I’m trying to decide what’s worse. The flesh-melting heat inside this house, the stomach-turning pain in my head, or the fact that my mother said, “I hope you’re feeling better tomorrow, I want to run some errands.”

Usually I’m the one who brings up weekend errands. Its my way of getting out of the house, away from my father, and spending time with my mom. That she brought it up, the day after my father brings up a store looking for employees, is just badness. It means I’m going to spend tomorrow trying to explain while trying not to cry and failing miserably on both parts.

Tonight may well be spent ordering fanzines and Chinese food. And possibly getting a head-start on the crying.

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Billy Idol and message boards are not terribly conductive to working. They are fun as fucking shite, tho.

Ne, but I really do need to just finish Spike Can Kick and upload it, cause the layout I’ve been procrastinating over for the last month is actually — dare I say it? — cool. Or, y’know, significantly cooler than what we have, which is good enough. I just don’t want to work on anything really, y’know? Or, I do, but everything seems blah and uninspiring.

And my dad is all fucking like, “there’s a new computer store at the Galleria, and they’re looking for help.” And you just try and explain to a man who not only can barely make the mouse work sufficiently to get online, but also needs written directions to do so, that being a web slut doesn’t mean you know a thrice-damned thing about computers. The ability to make graphics and write HTML does not make you a computer expert. I have no idea how computers work. I don’t give a rats ass how they work. You do this, and this happens as a result. That’s the extent of my knowledge. You start going into gig space and RAM speed, and my eyes start to twitch, and the best you can hope is that I’m too busy fantasizing how to kill you to actually do it. Its completely over my head, and I’m happy that way.

I mean, Fucking Christ, man, just cause a girl can program the VCR doesn’t mean she understands how it goes about recording, or precisely what difference four heads make over two. Get a blighted clue, won’t you? Gaea and Isis save me….

sounds like billy idol, “dancing with myself”

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If I were souled, I’d be working on the new layout for Spike Can Kick Evil Angel’s Ass, or uploading skin me… into its new home. As I am instead reading SG1 slash and playing with my blog, you can safely deduce that I am not, in fact, in posession of a soul.

Wait. That’s not true. When I was fifteen Jason Simick sold me his soul for a nickel. So I have a soul. Just…not mine.

sounds like ewan macgregor & cameron diaz, “beyond the sea”