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The search is on.

Wednesday, May 16th, 2007
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So far, in just a few days, we’ve managed to obtain Shrek, Gingie, and Puss in Boots from McDonald’s. Sara desperately wants Fiona and Donkey, so we’ll be on the trail as long as this Happy Meal promotion lasts. I foresee many Chicken McNuggets and cheeseburgers in our future.

I adore Happy Meal toys. They’re the perfect size to stick in a backpack for playing with in the car or in a waiting room, and they’re exactly the right price for passing fads, like the brief Flushed Away fascination of a few months ago.

Plus, Shrek! The new movie is coming out May 18, Stephen’s birthday, and I swear he’s as excited as the kids are.

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Happy Mother’s Day

Sunday, May 13th, 2007
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…to all the moms out there. I hope it’s a day full of flowers and laughter and homemade cards and misshapen pancakes in bed and lots of hugs.

And a belated “Happy Birthday!” to [info]denisef — sorry to be late, sweetie. Hope it was at least a little bit happy.

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Awesome time waster!

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007
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And we can never have too many of those. Follow the link if you’re looking for a way to pass some time (with chirpy 1960s elevator music in the background!)

Walk, cats! Sit, cats! Why do I think cats will do what I say?!

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And now for a musical interlude…

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007
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So I’m finally out of the deadline cave, and slowly trying to catch up with the rest of the world. While I do, I thought I’d post the soundtrack for the book I just finished. It’s eclectic and fun and sexy, which is hopefully what the book is, too.

One thing I’ve realized when I compile these soundtracks is that I need to have songs from both the heroine and the hero’s point of view, and sometimes secondary characters, as well. The Clapton and the Springsteen are definite Nick songs, while the Liz Phair and No Doubt are Grace’s.

Good Vibrations, Beach Boys
Just a Girl, No Doubt
I Can’t Make Me, Butterfly Boucher
Visa Cards and Antique Mirrors, The Windbreakers
Extraordinary, Liz Phair
My Ever Changing Moods, Style Council
Tenderness on the Block, Warren Zevon
You Can Do It, No Doubt
Junk Shop Clothes, The Auteurs
Bad Day, Daniel Powter
Motherless Children, Eric Clapton
Voodoo Cadillac, Southern Culture on the Skids
Dress Sexy at My Funeral, Smog
Animals, Nickelback
Sex-o-Matic Venus Freak, Macy Gray
Friend of Mine, Liz Phair
The Ties that Bind, Bruce Springsteen
Accidentally Like a Martyr, Warren Zevon
Just Because, Nikka Costa
Two Hearts, Bruce Springsteen

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More than a few days late…

Thursday, May 3rd, 2007
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and usually more than a few dollars short. That’s me, the definition of a “late adopter.”

You’ve heard of “early adopters,” right? The folks who jump on the newest technology the minute it’s announced? The people who had cell phones and TiVo before anyone else? Well, I’m the opposite. I still don’t have TiVo, more’s the pity, and I only recently got a cell phone with all the bells and whistles, and then only because it was a gift.

So, yeah, I can be…cautious. Or maybe just oblivious, when it comes to what the rest of the world is doing. TV is a great example. Take Charmed, for instance. I just started watching it.

But it’s over, you say! The series finale was last year! Well, yeah, I know. But thanks to the reruns on TNT, I am now completely hooked, and loving the fact that I can almost mainline whole seasons within a matter of days. (Not to mention that I’m loving Julian McMahon as Cole. Whoa, is he smokin’, whether he’s evil, good, or some combination of the two. He’s particularly yummy when he’s a little unhinged over Phoebe and angsting all over the place, actually, with his stubble and his uncombed hair. And see? Now I want to watch Nip/Tuck, even though it’s several seasons in already.)

Then there are comics. I was too busy reading my Little House books and Paul Zindel and Paula Danziger as a kid to pick up a comic book. So I just bought my very first comic ever, at the ripe old age of ::coughmuttercough::, a few weeks ago. And I loved it! Of course, it’s Joss Whedon’s long-promised Season Eight of Buffy, so it was kind of a no-brainer, but still! A comic book! It took me a few minutes to get the hang of how to read it, actually.

Are you ever late to the party? What haven’t you tried yet? Have you never tried a Regency romance? Gone to a horror movie? Tried (ugh) tofu? Share!

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Fun!

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007
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Year in Review

Friday, December 29th, 2006
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Yup, it’s that time of year. Everywhere you turn, someone is wrapping up the events of 2006. Pick a focus, any focus–-the year in romance novels, the year in politics, the year in fashion, the year in off-color desk toys, whatever you want, you can find it. But Time Magazine thoughtfully chose a very special individual for it’s Person of the Year–-me! (Well, okay, us – all of us, via the Internet, where everyone has a voice – or so the story goes.)

And I could certainly give you a very professional list of my writing achievements and failures this year–-my year in writing, let’s say. But life is a lot more than that, and sometimes the smallest moments are the most important.

Thus, I give you Amy’s 2006:

• I discovered that I am really, really not cut out to live where it often snows for days on end, sometimes accumulating in feet instead of inches. I don’t think Florida is necessarily for me, either, but I have begun to discover what all those old-time authors meant by chilblains.
• Planning a child’s birthday party takes a kind of patience and dedication usually attributed only to … I don’t know, Benedictine monks maybe. What began as a simple outing to an indoor mini golf place turned into a labyrinthine issue of RSVPs, goodie bags, and missing cakes—saved by Mr. Sunshine’s happiness when all was said and done.
• A fourteen-year-old’s broken nose costs a lot of money to fix properly. That is all.
• My own birthday doesn’t require an elaborate party, but a bakery cake and a few phone calls and cards from friends are really appreciated when I’m wondering where the hell my thirties went.
• A Little League game in which your child is pitching for the first time—and giving up walk after walk after walk—is a good place to perfect the art of biting every last one of your nails down to the quick.
• Bathing suit shopping never gets any easier. Period.
• Summer is not the same without a new Harry Potter novel to read. Do you hear me, J.K. Rowling?!
• Traveling 640 miles in a car with three children—one way—deserves a medal. Or possibly a Nobel Peace Prize.
• School starting up again really is the most wonderful time of the year.
• Halloween just isn’t the same if someone doesn’t puke up too many mini candy bars after trick-or-treating.
• A three-year-old who’s just had a nightmare will get in bed with you, even if it means climbing Everest and swimming the English Channel to do so.
• Rereading the opening chapter of Little Women is still the best way to start the Christmas season.

So that’s my year in epiphanies and lessons learned and moments savored. What was the best—or worst—part of 2006 for you?

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My Kind of (Anti) Hero

Monday, November 27th, 2006
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It’s surely a sign of the apocalypse—over the long weekend I actually got to see a movie in the theater. And not an animated one!

With the grandparents watching the kids for free, I wanted to see a true big-screen picture, and I knew it had to be Casino Royale. I’ve seen almost all of the Bond movies over the years, and the chance to find out how Daniel Craig would do as 007 was irresistible.

Be still my heart. I hope all the naysayers who booed the idea of Craig taking the role are eating nasty, undercooked crow, because he rocked the part so hard, the theater nearly shook. This is not your grandfather’s Bond. And that’s a good thing, if you ask me.

I know Bond may not be for everyone. The eye-popping gadgets, the cartoon villains, the improbable escapes from certain death—Bond has always been over the top, unstoppable, and unbelievably suave at the same time. But Casino Royale is the first step in reinventing the franchise, and I was absolutely won over.

Yeah, yeah, there’s no denying that Sean Connery and Pierce Brosnan are hotter than the surface of the sun. (Roger Moore? Not so much. And let us never speak of George Lazenby. Or Timothy Dalton, to be honest.) They had that smooth, predatory sexiness down pat. But there was something a little unreal about them, not to mention the villains they were chasing.

Craig’s Bond is—gasp—a real man. A smoking hot, absolutely buff man, yes, but one with a brain. One who actually gets hurt. One who doesn’t have to depend on disappearing cars or shoe phones to beat the bad guy, but who uses his head, and only the technology available to any one of us. (With one little exception, but it is a Bond movie, after all.)

What’s more, this Bond is determined to stop the bad guy because it’s the right thing to do, not only because it’s his job, or because it makes for a string of exciting action sequences. This Bond has a moral compass! Again I say, be still my heart.

Is Bond a hero, though? The kind of hero we’d find in a romance? I don’t know about that. His cumulative body count is pretty high, and he’s not above lying, cheating, and stealing to get the job done. Historically, he’s not exactly a one-woman man, either. That’s a pretty tall order when it comes to redemption.

The thing is, Daniel Craig’s Bond makes me believe he’s open to it. This Bond has a heart, as well as a soul. This Bond had me on the edge of my seat, because I knew he wouldn’t pull a cartoon gadget out of his back pocket. This Bond made me care about what happened to him. And that’s the kind of (anti) hero I can really fall for.

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Library Porn

Tuesday, November 7th, 2006
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I love bookstores. Who here doesn’t? If I find myself with unexpected free time, I’m there, wandering the nicely hushed store, paging through books by new authors, running my finger over all the lovely spines, and usually wishing I had much more money to spend. And so many bookstores are so thoughtful now! With cafes right inside, and the chance to relax and explore a new book with a nice big hot tea and a decadent muffin, bookstores are definitely one of my favorite places on earth.

But libraries were my first love. As a kid, they were the places where the books lived, and I visited our public library as often as I could. It was nothing special, architecturally—just a big old brick building dating back to the forties, with two floors and a large separate room for the children’s books. There was nothing particularly interesting or helpful about the layout or the events they hosted, either—it was simply your basic library, complete with those plain and sturdy oak library tables and chairs for study, a water fountain on each floor, and plenty of signs admonishing one and all to be quiet and respectful of others.

I adored it. I knew the children’s section backwards and forwards, and kept a mental tally of when “my” books had been checked out by others. I discovered books my mother had read, books that weren’t available in the bookstores in the 1970s—the Beany Malone novels, the Cherry Ames mysteries. I read about an Amish girl and a girl who woke up to find she was a princess in a castle two hundred years before her time. And then I wandered into the adult stacks. So many more books! It was overwhelming, in the most delicious way. My little paper library card was dog-eared and threadbare with use.

I still love libraries. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always buy books (usually way too many, if the size of my to-be-read stack is any indication), but there’s something really wonderful about finding out-of-print books in the library, authors who no longer warrant shelf space in the stores. And you get to read them for free! (Well, if you remember to return them on time, at least.)

So, to celebrate libraries, I give you library porn. Make sure you scroll all the way down to my favorite, the Trinity College Library in Dublin. And then tell me about your favorite library!

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This Post Goes to Eleven

Wednesday, October 25th, 2006
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Okay, I’ve said it already—I love Halloween, and adore being scared (I just put five more horror movies in my NetFlix queue). But I think it’s time we all faced up to true horror out there. The really frightening stuff.

Zombies? Gross, but usually slow-moving. I don’t care how they behave in the new movies, when you’re dead and hungry for brains, you’re not running like an antelope.

Ghosts? Poltergeist notwithstanding, this is a live and let live scenario. Grab a sweater for those pesky cold spots and buy earplugs for the moans and rattling chains.

Vampires? I don’t know, some days eternal life looks pretty good. And vampires are sexy. At least the ones I like.

No, there’s way more horrifying stuff out there. I’ll prove it, with a list so scary it goes to eleven.

1) Gauchos. They were awful the first time. I don’t care if you call it a split skirt—it’s still awful.
2) Deep-fried Coke. This could be an urban legend along the lines of Bigfoot, but if it’s not, it’s terrifying. How do you fry a liquid anyway? A food product that defies the laws of physics is a major terror, if you ask me.
3) TV shows multiplying. They’re breeding! They’re dressing up their pixels and getting it on! I mean, how many versions of Law and Order are there now? Seventeen? And CSI is right behind it. Stop the madness!
4) Lima beans. There’s just no explanation.
5) Paris Hilton’s CD. Just the mention of it makes me scream in terror.
6) Laundry. Now there’s terrifying. It’s like the blob—it keeps growing, and nothing you ever do keeps it at bay.
7) The day the dishwasher breaks–which is inevitably the day your three children have decided to use every glass in the house for a science experiment requiring flour, water, grape juice, and dog hair.
8) Target. It’s a big, black shiny hole full of way too much appealing stuff. You go in—and you come out only when you’ve spent five times as much money as you meant to.
9) The TomKat baby. I mean, come on, in the first pictures of that kid, was she wearing a toupee or what? Dude.
10) Appliances hooked up to the Internet. Not that I have (and I never will!) because we all know that machines are already way too smart. Imagine the chaos if they started emailing each other.

And the scariest thing of all?

11) The day you wake up and find you’re all out of your preferred caffeine-delivery system. There are no words for the horror.

Hold me. I’m trembling.

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