I have just watched the episode "In Memoriam."

It's was awesome for 3 reasons:

1. Reid Centric -- how that could that be topped? It was hard.
2. Will LaMontagne Jr -- the man I love more than tea, cake, and buttons.
3. Reid is baby Henry's God Father. D'Oh! So cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alright, I have basically given up hope of local employment. I surrender to that fact.

However, I will soon become a bookmaking machine in order to boost my income and possibly get a haircut. My hair seriously looks like a mushroom cloud right now. I will be selling them on ETSY, and hopefully selling for about 25 dollars.

But before I do that I need; glue -- both elmers and rubber cement, thread (pretty different colors FTW), and more paper. I can buy the paper for a dollar down at the Oh-Zone. I could get a little bit of thread there, but I'm going to have to search around. Both glues can be acquired at the hardware store.

The library has been allowing me to use their paper cutter (I confused the crap out of them when I called it a board sheer). Though Celina, the Head of the Library, does insist on telling me every time that I could cut off a finger so be careful. And I resist every time from being snarky and telling her about the size of the ones I handled at Wells.

I will make many many books and hopefully some money.



And hopefully soon I will also get a haircut!

Yesterday I saw Gary Oldman and Alan Rickman's clothes...





I went to the Harry Potter Exhibition at the Boston Museum of Science. Sam the Librarian bought me lots of food -- for which I felt slightly guilty as it was Boston as expensive. But she and her husband are getting many books dedicated to her for all the food. On Friday at D&D when Sam and I watched Glee (that was so awesome) they made homemade beef stew and brought me some.

Other than the food, the exhibit itself was rather good. It was sort of like going to the Doctor Who Museum in Cardiff -- but there was just so much more of it (as it was not located in a mall). There were tons of costumes and props. The giant Buckbeak was most impressive as the audio tour told that each feather was dyed and cut individually that was on the thing. It was INSANE.

I also got to throw a quaffle.

I saw the clothes that Alan Rickman, Gary Oldman, David Thewis, Dame Maggie Smith, and Michael Gambon wore. I geeked out in my own special way for that. It was so strange to see how normal sized these people are -- because in the movies they seem so gigantic and untouchable.

The funniest fangirl moment was, however, in the Goblet of Fire area when a bunch of tween girls went, "OMG THOSE WERE EDWARD'S CLOTHES!!!!!!!!!" They thus proceeded to say how awesome it would be if there was a Twilight exhibition. I had to stop myself from laughing -- it was just so priceless.




-- In other news, Captain Jack has let me down, the copy of The Light in the Piazza I got that said it was the original Broadway Cast, is not the Original Broadway Cast. Not even close. You cannot pull the wool over my ears -- that is NOT Matthew Morrison's voice (though it was very nice)!

But now I must go help my Dad do yard work at his house.

So surprise trip to Boston tomorrow... at 7 am.


In other news I need rubber cement and elmer's glue...

So I think Nathan Fillion just proposed to Jane in my NaNo...


Huh?

I just had the most disturbing dream. It started out fairly mundane. I was back at high school, which was also the Wells Library, which also was a subway stop. I was late to class and but a bunch of administrators wanted me to take things places. The one I remember most distinctly was they wanted me to take a paper bag full of kitty litter to the special ed department, which had no ceiling and you couldn't go into it, you had to be let in. I handed them the kitty litter over the walls. Once I got to class (and it was Mr. Willis's) I was late, had a presentation I didn't know about on a topic I hadn't researched with a partner I didn't know -- but that was my fault as Mr Willis had called my to tell me all of this but my phone was dead. Then more things happened and I wanted to look up some things at IMDB to show Sam the Librarian. But halfway to logging in I was informed that Mr. Willis doesn't let us use nonvital databases and got in trouble.

Eventually I went to Professor Penniman's performance class (I don't know) he was sitting in Phipps-but-not-Phipps, on the left skinny side at the front. I went straight to the front and hugged Evie -- though initially in the dream I had been expecting someone else. I then began to explain that this had been such a horrible day, but I was glad I was with her in the class. Then Penniman shushed us.

Stuff happened that I can't remember and then it's this video game? Where I'm me and a bat-thing and I have to make it through this lava/maze thing. Mainly it's a lot of crouching on moving blocks. I do the same places over and over again.

But here's the disturbing part -- I decided the game is over and everything starts turning back to the high school. The animal creatures that attacked me in the game start turning back to stuffed animals. I throw them in anger/disgust/my own angst. First it's a few rats, then some brown blobby gopher-like thingie, then several pigs. The pigs all have keys in their side like my Singing Duckie -- then I'm no longer throwing them at random, but into the blinds at the foot of my bed (note by bed is currently parallel to the blinds and there is a blanket tacked over the entire window). I feel the difference in the "transformation" of the pigs -- which ones are still in game mode and fleshy, and which ones are stuffed. The last on I go to throw has wrapped his little feet length wise around my left arm (I'm throwing with my right -- I'm a lefty!?) I try to pull him off but it's on too tight. I try again and it squeels. I try a third time and it's really starting to hurt -- that's when I know this pig is evil. That's when I try to wake up. But I don't wake up right away, it's really slow as I continue to dream with my eyes open. The pig is and is not on my left arm at the same time that I'm looking straight ahead in real life. Right in front of my face is a light brown wall that isn't my blankets -- but I know it's evil. I blink a couple times and it's gone, So is all the being in the dream. But the creepy sensation of it on my chest is still there.

I looked at the clock -- 6:44. I'd woken up just before this whole dream sequence and the time was 6:14.

I am now creeped out.

I seem to be collecting Matthews recently.

First it was Matthew Goode -- and that was reasonably understandable. He was in a British period piece, is British himself, and has a beautiful neck. In general this is no different than any other of my actor crushes (granted some of his movies are more embarrassing than others). Nice general geek out -- and the music in Brideshead Revisited is to die for.

Next came Matthew Gray Gubler -- and that was of course expected when I started watching Criminal Minds. My type is the tall, skinny, and awkward. And what does the character of Dr. Spencer Reid hit? All three of those. Oh my. This is when I started to go -- hahahaa double Matthews, lol. Geeks outs mainly over his adorableness or his tendency to have tragedy.

But now we add another Matthew: Matthew Morrison. And this should have lept into action with my watching of Glee. And part of it did, Will Schuester is my favorite character (I both want him to get together with Emma -- as they clearly have chemisty -- and don't want -- as that means he'd be cheating on his wife and that's wrong, even if she is a total lune). And I love his voice.

It was today that I really understood how lovely his voice was. My internet has been cooperating, and thus I decided to take advantage and watch all the stuff that's been piling up on the internet. However I was distracted by a video one of my friends post on facebook, in which Matthew Morrison strips to his underwear dances about with drag queens, then lets people put money down his pants.

So I spent a while today looking up videos of him. And then I found him singing "Younger than Springtime" from South Pacific.

Oh. Dear. Baby. Jane. I love him. That song and I have a long history. That was the first Roger and Hammerstein song I'd ever heard as my Dad prefers South Pacific to The Sound of Music (Corinna, my dad and your dad would fight/debate over musical theatre for a while -- before the conversation turned to politics and your dad kicked mine in the head). And thus "Younger than Springtime" keeps a special place warm in my heart. I've had many complaints about the people who've sung it over time -- just because some part of me thinks of it as my song. Which is completely illogical and completely human.

He did the song justice. I have the fewest complaints (he doesn't put all of his close consonants on -- but it does give the song a softer feel, when he sings the word "you" it just sounds odd, and he slightly over emphasizes 'younger" and "youth").

I then proceeded to look up as many videos of him singing non-Glee things as I could (as I've seen all of Glee except for the latest episode so far).

Yeah....


Maybe I should have had two cups of tea (heavily caffeinated) before dinner as this started off as a short post...

(ZOMG I've found him singing in Italian. Dies. I now need The Light in the Piazza Broadway Cast Soundtrack. I should really get into Broadway for Broadway's sake -- but it's always for someone I fangirl -- Mel Brooks, Idina Menzel, Jerry Orbach, and now Matthew Morrison...)

i just did my first heavy song in DDR.

Only You, by Captain jack.

I only got 26 boos. I am so proud.

Alright -- this is breakthrough with plot time.

You know how in most tellings of East of the Sun, West of the Moon the girl has to washed either three drops of blood or three drops of wax off the love interest's clothes? Well, I just set up my own twist on that. Maggie's just seen Arlen Howard die, his blood is on her clothes. They will remain unwashed by her fire until she set off in three pairs of steel shoes. She will put on those clothes then and walk through all three pairs of shoes.

When she stops walking she will be at the Fortress of the Daughter of the Demon King. There Will will have been taken prisoner, brainwashed to be the Daughter's fiance. There will be much plot and somehow the washing of clothes will happen. I'm not sure if it will be Maggie or Will washing the clothes, but it will break the curse on Will. OH! Gran is going to come back and help! This is brilliant.

I love my brain today!

So last night my mother and I had a battle of the soups. She had made French Onion, I later cooked a vegetable soup as I despise onions. My mother felter personally offended that I did not eat her soup. So when I asked her if she was going to try my soup this time she bitterly replied, "Why don't you try mine since I put so much effort into it?"

Uh.....

Because the onion and I do not get along. But I just shrugged it off and then went upstairs, where this rather odd Creative Non-Fiction essay came out.

My Issue with the Onion