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The Great CD Ripping project continues. Rammstein is up next, I think. And Simple Plan. I've also started that The Mentalist fic which adsartha is overseeing, hopefully it'll turn out as well as I think it will. I'm also beta-ing a Big Fish story for Yuletide; apparently the writer selected me out of several volunteers. This makes me possibly inordinately happy.

The Great Christmas Card Project does not go as quickly as I would like. Mostly because last night I was cooking and doing laundry and zoning out and attempting to work on my novel and failing miserably. Time management -- someday I will learn it. At least I accomplished all the errands I meant to do yesterday. Because it's raining outside and I really don't want to run any errands that involve going outside today. I'm being picked up instead of walking across the park like I normally do. This ought to be interesting.

Um. Other than that, fic writing goes apace. The to-do list is slowly, very slowly shrinking. And actually this entry will be truncated for time as I should really go wait for my ride. If you saw the previous entry of BSR, ignore it. I made an error that has caused me much embarrassment and want to fix it before it goes up again.

Dragons.

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So, um. I just beta'd a Big Fish story for someone for Yuletide.

And to get a point right that I ultimately didn't even bring up, I downloaded the movie off iTunes and watched most of it again.

And the thing is, the movie doesn't so much perfectly mirror my life as it mirrors a lot of the spirit of my life. The storytelling. The blend of fantastical and practical. The emphasis on family.

When I was little my grandmother told me stories about my family. My aunt continues to do so now that she's gone. I get stories about my aunt fending off rats from my infant mother in the castle in Portugal. I got stories about my uncle dropping shoes on people's heads (on accident!) off the balcony of the Kennedy Center. I got stories about the biology teacher who popped out a glass eye and threw it at students. I got stories about sterno cans on trains, trekking around countries with five kids as a young mother, my grandfather and that stupid stuffed ostrich.

The ending of the movie reminds me so much of when my grandmother died. I had a timeline. I knew she wouldn't live to see my high school graduation (she died the day, almost to the hour, before, at the hospice next door to the high school) and I was working on a book of stories to give to her. And as it turned out, she was working on a book of stories to give to us. Well, a CD.

There isn't really a point to this. Just, I'm watching the end of this movie and I'm absolutely sobbing uncontrollably.