Random Thursday: Scattershorts

Janie recorded the Hannah Montana Movie a week or two ago and has been replaying the “Hoedown Throwdown” segment until I found myself chanting the lyrics, or a version of the lyrics, this morning at work.  All morning.

I’m still doing it—not even R.E.M.’s  “Stand”—the universal earworm eradicator—is shifting this one:

Pop it, lock it, polka dot it
Countrify it, then hip hop it
Put your hawk in the sky, move side to side
Jump to the left, stick it, slide.

I know it’s a wholesome, fun song with no profanity or suggestive imagery, but won’t someone please think of the parents?

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My copies of R.E.D. and the first season of the BBC’s Sherlock arrived yesterday, but I remained strong and stuck to my writing schedule instead of opening them—which, considering standard DVD packaging, would have taken most of my evening, anyway.

I did position the latter so that I could gaze at Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman every so often, as a reward.*  Neither are actually my usual physical type—as my husband pointed out—but this does not appear to pose a problem.

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Yet another newly-discovered time suck!**

Daily Routines explores  the ways well-known writers, architects, painters, politicians, and other individuals of note get, or got, through the day.

These examples can be either comforting or a little frightening, depending on the quirks you share and with whom you share them.

Just remember:  famous people are eccentric.  The rest of us are still plain weird.

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Genevieve Valentine’s take on Oscar Red Carpet fashions was marvelous, as always.

Can’t say I agree with her assessment of Cate Blanchett, who appeared to be wearing an embroidered peekaboo tabard, but I always enjoy Ms. Valentine’s posts. And her short stories, too!

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Gary Corby has a fascinating post about ancient Greek tax laws over on his blog.

No, seriously.

We have to try this system over here in the States—Televised.

Heck, if the IRS  made it pay-per-view, we could settle the National Debt.

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*My adoration of John Malkovich is slightly more cerebral, though not by much.

**I’m going to have to start a new link list for these.

Writing is its own Reward. But . . .

As per my new resolve, I’m too busy writing to write about writing.  Except now, sort of.

But I’ve got a new chapter in the hopper and a good chunk of the next one going.  If I can finish it by Friday, I’m giving myself a break and a reward:

I’ve been bouncing around and giggling since I saw this trailer.

RED is one of my favorite comic miniseries–Warren Ellis wrote it and Cully Hamner drew it, so it’s probably not a surprise that Hollywood took notice.

But its the cast that has me in raptures.  I’ve loved John Malkovitch and Morgan Freedman for more years than any of us would care to admit (Easy Reader of the Electric Company may well have been my first crush), and Helen Mirren is perfection.  And Bruce Willis appears to have finally hit the right balance between wiseass and badass; this may be the perfect role for him.

But unless I can get my chapter done, no movie for me.