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"We have ways of making you pronounce the letter 'O'"

My family has the kind of ridiculous situation where three of the four kids were born within a week of each other (in different years, of course -- my mother is not some alien pregnancy monster). So this last weekend was Birthday Weekend, which mainly involved a dinosaur cake and me making tacos. Oh, tacos. Would that I could wear you in a locket near my heart. But eventually that would get really smelly. And not in a good, taco-y way.

My little brother got me a merchandised copy of River Song's Diary. I plan on using this to write adventures involving her and the Doctor while drunk. I don't trust my sober mind to be creative (note: all of these stories will, in all likelihood, end with making out).

In other news, Chicago has thus far not been destroyed by NATO incidents (we were told it might be) and I have still not gone to Canada. I've just been talking about it for ages because I am SO EXCITED. But Thursday-Tuesday of THIS WEEK are when I shall be eating poutine and other gross, delicious things while I feel exotic about being in the country that inspired the classic hit Canadian Bacon (Canadian Bacon is not a classic hit).

In OTHER other news, people say really dirty things about Eva Green on Tumblr. Have some RESPECT, people. Also I have now seen Dark Shadows twice and I would like to say dirty things about Eva Green but I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DO THOSE THINGS because I grew up with films that were made under the Hays Code and they get about as racy as this:



"But the BOOKS, Alice, what of the BOOKS?" Honestly? You want books in EVERY post? Fine. Very quickly, let's talk about The Wilder Life: My Adventures in the Lost World of Little House on the Prairie. Which I have read almost none of, BUT I have things to say. I am mainly reading this because 1) It seems funny, and 2) I have never read any of Little House on the Prairie and do not understand the appeal, so I'm hoping this book will shed some light on it, while also giving me enough pop culture knowledge about the series so I can answer Trivial Pursuit questions about it.

But really, the prairie? Deprivation? Salt pork? I do not understand it.

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