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Mandy Moore and Ryan Adams are engaged!

I didn't even know they were dating, but Sam and Lindsay now have competition in the "most ridicudorable celebrity couple" category. *g*

On the last day of 2008 I went for a drive with my sister and my father. She had a camera, I had a pen, and he had the wheel of the car.

It was a snowy day. We slipped when we walked.

There's a place called Cape Spear where you can stand on the rocks and look out across the ocean and see England if you squint. There was a high wind and spiders sleeping under the lighthouse, dreaming of summer. The fog was too thick to see the gulls, but we could hear a helicopter miles out to sea. It was a lonely happy sort of place, the kind of place that makes you want to jump off the rocks and turn into a bird.

When we got back into the car we smelt like salt and pollen and lights at night.

I tried to capture the feel of it when I was choosing songs to drive to. I don't know how well I did, though.

U2- Running To Stand Still
Joel Plaskett- Love This Town
The Arcade Fire- Keep The Car Running
Basia Bulat- I Was A Daughter
De Capulet- The Paradigm
The Decemberists- Engine Driver
Wintersleep- Jaws Of Life
Stars- Your Ex-Lover Is Dead
The Killers- Read My Mind
Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Cheated Hearts
Death Cab For Cutie- The Sound Of Settling
Tracy Chapman- Fast Cars
The Used- On My Own
Leonard Cohen- Suzanne
The Sundays- Wild Horses
Wolf Parade- Shine A Light

Later that night Older Sister and I wandered into a sketchy bar with a man playing folk songs and "Drunk Girl" on the jukebox, where they gave us free champagne as the year changed.

Goodbye, 2008. I'm not gonna fucking miss you.

Some things that make me happy right now:

This brilliant insight in John Mayer's songwriting process. I've kind of hated John Mayer ever since that fucking "Daughters" song, but it turns out he's kind of funny! And self-deprecating! "If I can't get the girl why don't I just tell her I'm John Mayer?"

This All-American Rejects sea shanty cover of "Womanizer."

Sir Terrence of Pratchett. :}

The Making Of "America's Suitehearts." Cassadee continues to charm the bejeesus out of me.

iamsupernova's Suicide Girls picspam. (Not safe for work for reasons of boobies.)

The fact that baby platypi are called "puggles."

Also, I'm about forty pages into House of Leaves and I already want to write something just like it.

(Random question: Does anyone have any pictures of crows, especially sketches/cartoons/paintings/etc? My Google-fu is sadly lacking tonight.)

Know what is awesome about working in a bookstore? Besides, you know, everything?

The fact that when things are slow and there's nothing to do, instead of making awkward small talk with your coworkers about what you're going to do after your shift* you make awesome small talk with your coworkers about how lame Edward Cullen is. &myjob;

I'm a little stressed out right now, because I have an essay to write and an exam to study for and I'm behind on NaNo again, argh, so here's a video of a tiiiiiiny French girl tells a story about Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, and a hippopotamus who is allergic to magic. I dare you not to squee.


Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.

*_*

* Although we did talk about that. My response: "Oh, I'm in for a crazy night. First I'm gonna go home. Then I'm gonna make a cup of tea. Then- and this is pretty intense, don't get too excited- I'm gonna write a paper."

... is this tiny baby in footie pajamas laughing so hard he falls over.



TIIIIIIIIIIINY BABY. *seal clap*

No, Ma, I swear I'm childfree! Really!

What is making you grin like a doofus right now, flist?