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Geek Video of the Week

(Cross-posted from Daydream Believer)

Don’t you like how I added “of the Week” as though this is a regular feature here or something? Well, maybe now it is! Goodness knows I sure see enough geeky vids to make it a weekly feature. Daily, even, but I don’t have that kind of time.

This isn’t just your average fan vid, though. Geek worlds and girl-crushes collide as Jed Whedon produces and directs this music video promoting The Guild, starring the lovely Felicia Day and the rest of the Guild cast, with a cameo by Maurissa Tancharoen (a.k.a. The Asian Whedon). You will never look at Vi the Vampire Slayer the same way again.

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By Jean Marie Bauhaus, ago

Let’s set some goals.

It’s hard to think about goals for the whole week on a Monday morning when your brain is rebelling against the entire concept of work and wishing it could go back to sleep for about five more hours. It’s also hard, knowing I have a lot to get done today, to think past just getting through this day. But despite all of that, I’m off to a decent start, and hopefully this goal post (SCORE! o/) will help keep the momentum going.

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By Jean Marie Bauhaus, ago

Productive Daydreaming

(Cross-posted from Daydream Believer)

You might have guessed from the title of this blog that I do a lot of daydreaming. Or not–I guess you might have just thought I was a Monkees fan. Or a Neil Diamond fan. Or just a fan of that one song. I do quite like the song, actually. Not only is it probably the most widely-known of the very small handful of songs with my name in them, but I identify even more with it because I do tend to be sleepy quite often, and to need cheering up on occasion. The part about the homecoming queen, however, couldn’t be LESS about me. I mean, I was once crowned the 8th grade Autumn Carnival Queen for selling the most prize drawing chances, but that was more about nerd achievement than popularity. Digression, you are an unwieldy muse.

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By Jean Marie Bauhaus, ago

Goal FAIL

(Cross-posted from Daydream Believer)

Pants Fail: It’s almost noon and I’m still in the shorts and tank top that I wore to bed last night. At some point I’m going to have to at least put on a bra for the sake of the air conditioner repairman, but I’m not feeling particularly motivated to go beyond that, considering our current lack of AC.

Health Fail, with a side of Breakfast Fail: I was on a pretty good workout streak the last couple of weeks, getting up early and going to my sister’s to work out with her in her nice little home gym setup. But she’s back in school this week (she teaches), and neither of us are willing to get up as early as we’d need to to get in a workout before she has to head to work. I have every intention of putting our stationary bike to good use and getting back into a Pilates routine, but so far I just can’t be bothered. And to compound matters, this morning I was all out of my Kashi cereal, and couldn’t be arsed to prepare anything requiring more effort than said cereal. And so instead of a healthy and nutritious breakfast, I helped myself to a bowl of Husband’s Cap’n Crunch. I’m on a bit of a sugar high right now, but I know I’m going to regret it so hard later.

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By Jean Marie Bauhaus, ago

Friday Goal Report

(Cross-posted from Daydream Believer)

I’m generally pleased with my progress this week. I had some pretty major distractions going on, but I managed to stay the course and meet all of my goals. Today I was really tempted to stay in my PJs since I had no plans to leave the house or see anyone other than Husband. I sucked it up, though, and got dressed by 10 which, except for Tuesday’s minor exception, I’ve managed to do all week. Go team me!

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By Jean Marie Bauhaus, ago

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest

(Cross-posted from Daydream Believer, since y’all said you’re cool with it. And now with more LJ-cut tags!)

I have this scar on my right hand. It’s not a huge scar–it’s about a half-inch long, nestled between my second and third knuckles–but it’s a memorable one. I got it when I was sixteen, on a sunny Friday morning in the fall. School was out that day, for a teacher’s meeting or something along those lines. My friends and I, being teenage girls of driving age, decided to take ourselves to the mall.

That morning, my friend Stacey picked me up in her car. I’m not sure why she ended up being the designated driver for that day. I had my license, but I wasn’t yet allowed to drive as far as Tulsa. I’m not sure what kind of insane troll logic convinced my parents that it was okay for another newly licensed sixteen year old to drive me that far instead, but they let me go. I’m not sure why Tess, the third member of our little party, didn’t drive, but I suspect it was because we were too far out of her way, and it made more sense for us to pick her up on the way into town.

So there we were, Stacey in the driver’s seat, me riding shotgun, traveling back country roads on the way to pick up Tess. We were about a quarter of a mile down a slippery gravel road when Stacey announced her famous last words, “Watch this!”

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By Jean Marie Bauhaus, ago