Neither sleet nor snow nor dark of night has kept the short kid and I me (:doh:) from returning home with our copy of Madagascar! (Okay, it wasn’t dark, but it IS sleeting.)
I’ve been dying to see it. My boys saw it with their aunt and uncle and cousins, but I’ve read the novelization to him several times, and I’m dying to see it. I think it might be even more clever than Shrek. Ah…the anticipation.
I am not, however, dying to see it enough to be in the living room with the short kid and his fellow neighbor short kid watching it right now, so I’m in my den, hiding behind my monitor. I can hear it, though, and I’ll come out of hiding for the “I like to move it, move it…” video.
In the meantime, back to work. I’ve been dealing with some annoyingly heavy introspection about this whole writing gig, and the first thing I need to do in order to figure out what the hell I’m doing is clear my desk. Then I need to look at what I have, where I want it to go, and where I want to end up.
New Years Resolutions are not my friend, so I’ll be doing Thanksgiving resolutions. :nod:
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MADAGASGAR’S on our list, too. Actually, there are several child-worthy movies coming out in the next few weeks, thank God. Because otherwise, what’s the kid going to watch while Mom and Dad watch their weird foreign films??? (And have you ever noticed how the kid who’s been happily ensconced in his room for the past hour will somehow manage to appear at the precise moment when something’s happening in your movie he shouldn’t see? :shock:)
Your talk of sleet (which I think I’ve seen twice since moving to NM) reminds me of an expression a New Hampshirite friend of ours used to use to describe cold, gloomy, wet, NH weather — crimmy. Haven’t had much chance to use that word since moving to NM, either.
This message coming to you from gorgeous, blue-skied, sunny (if cold) New Mexico. . .:neener:
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So let’s hear it. What’s cold in New Mexico? It’s warmed up to 39 here. :dance:
And we know that as soon as the clothes come off or the slaughter begins, the short kid will appear at the bottom of the stairs. :nod:
The Polar Express comes out next Tuesday, and we just don’t know what to do about it. That’s the short kid’s birthday, so I could snatch it up as a gift. The husband suggested making it the gift he opens Christmas Eve, but 1–the kid ain’t gonna wait that long for the movie he’s been waiting for this whooooole life (whine is his, we didn’t take him to the theatre to see it.) and 2–I don’t want watching the movie to replace him reading the story to the boys Christmas Eve.
I, personally, think that watching the Macy’s parade, It’s a Wonderful Life, and The Polar Express would nicely round out the Thanksgiving Day TV watching tradition. :nod:
If they wouldn’t advertise the damn thing, I’d be able to hold out that long.
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‘Zactly what I’ve been working on the last couple of months. Not the movies, the “what goes where, how do I reach my goals” bit. Alison Kent’s got a great link to an agent article on how to prioritize projects and figure out your price per project goal. Made me think!
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You mean, how cold can it get? Apparently the record was 17 below in the early 70s. Now, we’re a big state, so it’s a lot warmer near the Mexican border and a lot colder up north (and the higher up in the mountains you go), but the average range in Albuquerque in the winter is, oh, mid-twenties at night to mid-forties/low fifties during the day, although single digits aren’t unheard of. It’s just that winter only lasts from Thanksgiving to maybe the end of February, basically.
In fact, you see people in shorts all year long because, you know, it’s New Mexico so it’s desert, right?
Have to say, though, I recently read a chick lit in which the heroine goes to Santa Fe for Christmas/New Years, and there were references to her being able to walk barefoot, at night, without a coat. Uh. . .no. You do that in January in Santa Fe, especially at night, and you will freeze your hiney off for sure. :nod:
We definitely do the Macy’s parade (hey — a thousand years ago my husband’s costume shop in NYC built the float-holders’ clown costumes!), then the dog show on Thanksgiving. And for a long time we watched THE MUPPETS CHRISTMAS CAROL on Christmas Eve, which is one of my favorite versions of the classic, evah. Except we always fast-forwarded through the treacly break-up song between Scrooge and The Woman He Lost. Because, really, it’s all about Gonzo.
Must go :type:.
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Writerly Introspection: Tis the season apparently!!!!!! Good luck doll I hope you get everything birthday and writerly-wise sorted out
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I’m big into A Christmas Story, White Christmas, Home For The Holidays (Anne Bancroft is SO my mother :rofl:) The Grinch and all the lame Claymation cartoons. I can’t help myself……
And does massive deadline/project hyperventilating count as writer’s introspection? If so, count me in.
:lmao:
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MUST. HAVE. MUPPET. CHRISTMAS. CAROL.
Karen, how could you taunt me with what I have not… “…and no cheeses for us meeces….”
Also thunderingly jealous of Shan’s DH-reading-to-two-boys tradition. :nod:
Now what was I originally going to say before I read the comments? Oh yes – good luck with the introspection. Methinks a career plan is coming.
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Is it wrong that I saw the title of your post and KNEW you were going to mention Madagascar? Is it? Huh?
:woot:
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