So David felt the need to show me The Church of Google. Because, you know, he's atheist. And this makes more sense than Christianity. Google does exist, after all. It does answer questions. And it um... has archives, hence: afterlife?

This led to us looking for the observed holidays. There is but one. Google Appreciation Day. ON MY BIRTHDAY. PROOF! There is but one thing to do on that day. Google search "Happy Birthday Emily" en masse. Be awesome. I will remind everyone of it closer to my birthday. Also, someone take a screenshot or something.

If I don't remind you of your mission, that means that I forgot.

Such an event, is totally unexcusable. Unless, of course, it's me. YOU, HOWEVER, CANNOT FORGET.

For all that Dollhouse has its flaws, it still manages to make me feel all teary at the end.

Also, Topher's "best friend" he gets on his birthday? Pretty much is Kathy. Yup.

STEALTH EDIT: 'Golden Girls' star Bea Arthur dies at 86. It's weird. She was awesome. Not in the "I wish she was my grandma" way like Betty White, but in the "Dude, she could beat anyone up" way.

I think I'm going to go find the Star Wars Holiday Special once and for all, just to see her part. Is that weird? Yeah? Huh.

WE'VE ELOPED! I'm just so excited!

I promise, I'll have more information later!

At this very moment, David is talking to his cousin and picking at my socks with his toes. ONE OF THEM IS ALREADY OFF. The things I go through. OH, AND HE'S STANDING. HIS IDEA OF A challenge.

Okay, so I'm watching Buffy on Hulu.com, because they have seasons 1-3 up and although my sister has a beautiful dvd set she also has a very selfish side when it comes to Buffy.

Um. I believe I might just ship Giles/Buffy? I think that's wrong, especially since Buffy is all of 16? But... I ship it. I squee.



I want them to lean just that little bit closer. I'm sick in the head.

Gah It's five in the morning, my throat is sore, everytime i check my temp it's 100% fahrenheit and my David isn't home so I'm sleeping crappily.

Oh yeah, and everytime I stand up for any duration, I start to get woozy. yay sick

There are a few conventions of note in the crafty world. Stitches WEST is one of them. It's for knitters. And my mother is not really one of the folks that would call herself a Knitter, even though she produced my sister and myself, who are both Knitters and Nerds. So a knitting convention (land-o-nerds) is a bit beyond her.

Regardless, I wanted to go, I wanted someone who would be both an enabler as well as someone to say "do you really need that?" and weirdwings was at Wondercon. So. Mom. Here's a quick rundown, as told via Gmail to flybystardancer.

( I really use too much capslock, but it makes up for the fact that I really don't capitalize anything else. )

Oh, and I did get stuff for myself too. I swear. Here... PICTURES!

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In all, fun times. Also, I think I may have pushed my mom into being a Capital-K Knitter.

So, okay. I was totally going to make traditional bread. The kind that it takes a whole day to make. And it was going to be awesome. I heated up water, dissolved honey in it, and waited what I thought was a wholly appropriate amount of time, and then sprinkled in the yeast and waited for it to do its "Nom nom". No dice. It was all: "AUGH TOO HOT WE DIE NOW." (yes, yeast talks. you're just jealous.)

So then I go out to purchase a thermometer, get some quarters for laundry, and try again. And the yeast was all "OM NOM NOM this is yummy hunny!" and so I poured in the flour and salt and oil things and they were like, "Hmm... nice try, but that is way too much water and you really should have assessed your flour situation beforehand, because now you're out. Three cups does not a loaf make."

So I was like, "FAUFDOSLKGHLADSFJ." And tossed the mo-fo out, went to purchase a five-pound bag of flour and came back home. My arm was pretty beefy by the end of the walk, by the way.

So I sit down and look at this pretty cinnamon-y coffeecake recipe that looks a lot like the sort that David and I devour whenever we go to Hobee's. And I have everything!

EXCEPT SOUR CREAM ASLFJAS;LKDGKHALSKDJMS;ZLDJCZS!!

So forget that. It would have been magic. But no. It is not to be. Weep for me. Instead, I am rocking the peanut butter bread, as I know it to be tasty and simple. Especially since it is just like, "Jam me up! I can be a full meal!"

(yes, all food talks to me. yes, i am awesome and would make a very interesting food show host.)

STEALTH EDIT So the bread carbonized a bit too much, but it's still totally edible, and I have taught myself that the reason I hate most oatmeal cookies is because they have those icky raisins in them instead of chocolate chips, which clearly work so much better.

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Oh, hey, world. Want to keep up on the fact that I'm changing my last name in October? Go ahead and hang out at http://emanddavewedding.blogspot.com hoyeah.

I'm basically using that as my primary wedding blog thing, so that folks have a go-to spot. You know, I'll be putting the website in the invitations and everything, and then listing there where we're registered, what hotels are good in the area, etc. So, boring. But if it floats your boat: http://emanddavewedding.blogspot.com mmmmmmkay?

It's a wonder no one has done this before. This green movement? When it's not about new tech, it's about going back to pre-consumer methods. So having a lovely granny present green ideas as just plain common sense is perfect!

This looked interesting. Do with it what you will.

It's inevitable that as we read each other's journals we create mental pictures of each other. Post this on your own journal to find out who your friends see when they read about your life.

Two Rules:
1) It can be anyone in any medium. The person can be specific to a role or character or just the person.
2) Post a picture.

My sister knows I am a total bag hag, whereas she is a shoe whore. So she shouldn't be surprised at all when her valentine's day gift comes to her in the form of an Hermes bag.

Well, paper, but still, fun!

Make your own!

President Obama,

I am writing this letter on the eve of your inauguration. I was not one of the crowd at Washington, nor did I gather at any local event. My fiance and I woke up in our little studio apartment and rushed out to meet my sister at our parents' home to see your speech on the television.

Your speech was inspiring and suited the problems you face as President, and I applaud you. If you even accomplish a small percentage of the goals set by yourself and the American people, I will consider you as a great president.

Thank you for including all faiths as well as non believers in your address. My fiance is an atheist, and I don't cling to any religion, and we felt a surge of pride in our country when you included all faiths. That was a graceful way to address the recent "us vs them" aspect of the religious right.

I hope for two things out of your presidency, sir. The first is Universal health care. That is the primary reason I voted for you. Our country's system is not doing a proper job as it is, and needs an overhaul. The second is a foothold out of the recession we are in now. It is my belief that green jobs and public works are the most sorely needed. I hesitate to say it, but higher taxes, especially on the top 10% of the country, will help to fund these projects. I don't expect these changes to be complete at the end of your turn at the reins, but I hope they will have begun by then.

In all, today I feel an overwhelming sense of hope. I don't expect anything, but I hope for everything.

Congratulations,
Emily Shreve

So. The news on wedding front: Absolutely nothing.

David and I have decided to jaunt off to the courthouse in early October, probably on the ninth, and then celebrate the wedding with friends and family on the next day.

A few places that may host the festivities: The Triton Museum (if the planner chick ever gets her act together)

Agnews Historical Park (problem there is that we need to book it exactly 3 months in advance, and no sooner)

and I was just looking at the Santa Clara Depot. TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS. Would they be able to handle 60+ people? I do not know. But! Trains.

Also: these look like good favor things: Trees!

So, the dress has not yet arrived, and according to Etsy, has not yet been sent. She still has a couple of weeks on the grace period specified, so it's cool.

But geez! I believe, after planning this hoop-la, I shall be partied out for the next five bajillion years, for serious.

EDIT THE THIRD! Also, honeymoon. We are both seriously thinking Portland. They have both the world's smallest city park AND an independent bookstore the size of a city block (Yay Powell's)! I believe the words are "Win-Win".

OMG ANOTHER EDIT I SWEAR THE LAST The dress will be shipped at the end of the week! Huzzah!

thank you all for your cheer-up responses. I've found that the quickest cure for the blues is a fiance, a book, blankets right out of the dryer, and chai tea. Warm wishes from friends also do a great deal to help.

so...

I'm going to drink my tea now.

Also, I think I'll start a full-on Etsy shop.

Friends, I'm depressed. I'm sick, not loving my job, worried about money, and not feeling creative in the least.

Please help me.

Why is that my title? Perhaps because of the

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Also, I bought the dress. You all are enablers. Thank you!

I am honestly kind of a lot in love with this dress here.

Chameleon Wedding Gown by Isadora Clothing

Do I dare? It cuts wedding dress costs by like, at least $200 if it works out...

I usually don't like Keith Olbermann. He's abrasive and gives liberals a bad name. But he's incredibly sensitive here, and near tears, all over Prop 8.