tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33251362415553171562024-03-18T14:58:41.911-04:00TWITARDEDSnarkier Than Youhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797449606526868507noreply@blogger.comBlogger1210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-48530196808865065982020-05-04T16:43:00.000-04:002020-05-04T16:43:29.359-04:00The Sparkly, Viral Elephant in the Room<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Greetings from Quarantineville, USA! Population: Most of Us.<br />
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While what we really REALLY want to be discussing right now is the urgent fandom matter of Midnight Sun, <u>first</u> we need to deal with a bit of unpleasant (but probably not unanticipated) news. (But have no fear, we are coming for you soon, Midnight Sun, and your pomegranate, too.)<br />
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Amid taking in the deluge of coronavirus-related news, late nights spent trying to get a grocery delivery slot, and coming to terms with your new-found job as your kid's schoolteacher (bet they've learned some colorful new language recently!), some of you might have also found time to wonder if we'll still be heading back to Forks this October, as all of our meticulously crafted, crystal-clear plans [cough-cough] had us doing.<br />
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Unfortunately, it's looking like FOOOOOOOKS!!!2020 is not going to happen, and instead, we're looking ahead to FOOOOOOOKS!!!2021. Because isn't an eleventh anniversary just that much more special than a tenth??? Traditionally, a tenth anniversary gift is weak ol' aluminum. Tin foil! A cheap six pack of beer! Meanwhile, eleven is stainless steel, baby. Flasks! Knives! Handcuffs! [And as an aside, is it just me, or do all years after 2019 sound like some sort of science-fiction future-times???]<br />
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We <b><u>hate</u></b> putting this trip off. We haven't even wanted to talk about the possibility of putting it off amongst ourselves until now. We've been looking forward to this long-weekend bacchanal, too! But we also realize that things are very uncertain at the moment for many of us. Nobody knows for sure what the next months will bring, or what fall will look like virus-wise, and many of us likely have encountered related unanticipated financial burdens (laid off person here!).<br />
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But let's try to look on the bright side: you can bet your dusty ol' Mini Edward that we'll be rescheduling this trip to the PNW as soon as we are able - you can't keep these hoes from the Hoh!<br />
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In the meantime, bask in the glory that is the one, the only, the original "Pocket Edward Goes to Forks," shot entirely on location way back when by our very own VitaminR70 (we love you!):<br />
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See you soon, rainiest little town in the continental United States (((sniff))) - we miss you!<br />
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Let us know how you're doing during the craziest of crazy times in the comments!<br />
<br />Snarkier Than Youhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797449606526868507noreply@blogger.com110tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-3471629083968760012020-03-11T22:10:00.002-04:002020-03-11T22:15:19.194-04:00FOOOOOOORKS 2020!!! Just enough details to get the planning going, but not so much that anyone will be fooled into thinking we actually know what we're doing.<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Apologies to all you folks who must be like "JMFHF you twatwaffles had better get your shit together and plan this thing so I can actually be there!" We have been some dreadful combination of procrastinating, fretting, tied up with the jobs we are forced to hold since we never learned how to monetize any of our online endeavors (and frankly, what would we be - "Twilight Influencers"??? How's that pay???), and, or course, semi-embarrassingly preparing for the <strike>zombie</strike> viral apocalypse. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Friday 10/23 - Twitards Take Seattle! We're hoping to find a venue where those of use staying in Seattle that night can all get together somewhere for drinks/snacks/lots of SQUEEEing and catching up with all of our fellow crazy people. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Saturday 10/24 - FOOOOOOORKS!!! We are staying at the Forks Motel again. The rates are great this time of year, and they are giving us a group discount - just mention Twitarded for the special rate (and so that they will try to keep us all roomed near each other and ideally sequestered from randomed heavily armed hunters trying to go to sleep early). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We will likely be making a return appearance at the Forks Elks Lodge, if they will have us (which I think they will, but maybe we'll leave the blow-up sex dolls and sparkle peens at home this year and not cause any of them to have an aneurysm on the spot). Plus I solemnly swear not to try to fill the gaping hole that is my semi-debilitating social anxiety with vodka. We had looked into the Forks Rainforest Arts Center, which looks amazing (and is right in town), but JJ and I started hyperventilating every time we thought about the additional planning, insurance (and liability), catering, etc., that this would necessitate. Those of you who would love to assist in magically transforming the room to replicate the Twilight prom gazebo scene, awash in twinkle lights and anything else that doesn't involve glitter will be welcome to channel your inner (frugal) Pinterest Goddess for the task. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Sunday 10/25 - FOOOOORKS Day #2. We'll be...around. Nothing formal planned; this is your day to go off and do whatever makes you and your Twi-besties and your Mini Edward happy (dust them off and bring them, people - last hurrah!). Go down to the res with your Team Jacob minions, grab your hoes for a transcendent walk in the Hoh Rainforest, indulge in some brunchy mimosas with your bloggy friends at the motel. Chill.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And that's about it for now! Sorry for the long blah bah blah post - needless to say my bloggy mojo is somewhere between "need's a good spit shine" and "that shit's broken." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">But I am so, so, so, SO psyched that we are doing this, again (and a little terrified, again). Are you coming? Are you as baffled as we are that we're doing this again??? I can't wait to hear from you in the comments - MWAH!</span><br />
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Snarkier Than Youhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797449606526868507noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-86467049012882586082019-11-18T20:08:00.000-05:002019-11-18T20:08:51.545-05:00Twitarded 2020 Reunion - Need Your InputLaaaaaaadies (and anyone else) - we need your help.<br />
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We are mulling over our PNW options for next year and need your input!<br />
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It's occurred to me and STY that we can't really figure out where to go, exactly, until we know just how many of you beautiful, sassy folks will be joining us. Based on comments and whatnot, we're settling on "a whole lot of you" but we need a slightly more... definitive headcount.<br />
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If there is a possibility of us renting a space where we can all gather and shoot the shit in our freak-flag waving private glory then we'd need to know if y'all are willing to shell out some dough for it. (Side note - if this option is popular then we totally lied about NOT going to Forks).<br />
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To answer these questions, we ask that you fill out the two totally no-frills surveys below.<br />
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More to come as we continue working out the kinks (that's what she said) and learn more information!<br />
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True Fact #2 - Some of you may have already heard of a date. If you have, it may be wrong. We wouldn't be us if we didn't royally fuck this up from the jump.<br />
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True Fact #3 - It took me and Snarkier Than You like 20 minutes to figure out how to log into Blogger, and another 20 minutes of us trying to remember how the fuck to do this. Thus, bare bones post, my lovely ladies. Also, wine.<br />
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Here is all the information we have at this point:<br />
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<li>We will be landing in the beautiful state of Washington on Thursday, October 22nd. We will be leaving the state (unless forcibly removed earlier) on Monday, October 26th. </li>
<li>We will not be staying in Forks. </li>
<li>We're not sure yet where we'll be staying. </li>
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Ladies (and perhaps the occasional gent) - this is in the VERY early stages of planning. We wish we could give you more, but we're getting older and we have to go bed soon. Consider this post a "To Be Continued". </div>
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Our question to you -- WHO WANTS TO GO?? Please leave a comment if you're seriously interested in joining us. </div>
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We know that some of you have been getting together in that area for years and that warms our cold, dark hearts. Also? Probably gonna need your help if you're willing to give it. </div>
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We'll be in touch and feel free to share this post because we actually don't know how to anymore. </div>
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Jenny Jerkface, Snarkier Than You, and the rest of Twitarded. </div>
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P.S. - Special, big huge thanks to Dangr Dafne. SERIOUSLY. She is as tenacious as she is absolutely amazing. </div>
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Jenny Jerkfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659204046693465182noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-8013153455751374692014-11-17T20:58:00.003-05:002014-11-17T20:58:51.154-05:00I Think I Just Un-Imprinted.Back in late 2008, I came across a copy of Entertainment Weekly with some guy on the cover. I didn't know who he was or what landed him there, but I knew he was damn easy on the eyes even with that popped collar and the big poofy hair. There was just something pleasantly unnerving about that <i>gaze</i>...<br />
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First Sight. Well <i>HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO</i> there. You make me feel funny.</div>
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Since then...well...you all know how I happily went down the rabbit hole, gleefully clapping my hands and taking as many people along with me as possible. These days - honestly? I don't give it all much thought. Don't get me wrong: it was a super-special, <i>remarkably</i> amazing time in my life and I am always thankful for everything that came out if it. THAT I think of often. I regret [almost] nothing. And I'm going to come right out and say (as if you all didn't already know...) that there's been a lot - a LOT - of blatant, shameless objectification over the years. We've written countless words about this man's hands, his fingers, his eyes, his mouth, his abs (or lack thereof - we didn't even care that they were mostly only there through the grace of a makeup artist), and his general hotness. But perhaps more than anything, we fixated on his hair. That HAIR!<br />
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OK, maybe not more than his smexy-times stare, but that mane of hair was a BIG part of the package.<br />
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We liked it in Twilight...<br />
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...and when he was promoting Twilight...<br />
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Rome Rob was nearly the death of me! <br />
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Yeah, I know he was under some contractual obligation or something to not cut it all off at this point and<i> I DON'T CARE</i>! Viva la lawyers and whoever else made this possible!<br />
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...somehow we survived. Because let's face it: while I would have happily glued every strand back on - individually! - if given the chance, he was still blazingly hot and there's plenty of room in fanfic for stubble.<br />
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Long, short, in between - it. didn't. matter. <br />
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So the other day when Latchkey Wife sent me a link that had the words "so wtf is up with robert pattinsons hair" in it, I was...concerned. I clicked tentatively, hoping for the best. I mean, how bad could it be??? IT WAS <u>WORSE</u>.<br />
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JMFHF ROBERT PATTINSON HAS A LANDING STRIP ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD.</div>
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what. the. actual. fuck. Did he lose a bet??? WHY is he lady-scaping the back of his head?! Is his hairstylist secretly VERY HARDCORE Team Jacob and still incredibly bitter? Did his girlfriend issue some sort of "I will if you will" ultimatum and this was his clever way of complying? Does he not know that whoever gave him this bowl cut (and I assume they have since went into hiding) left a patch? As if the "bowl & buzz" wasn't enough?. Whatever - I DON'T LIKE IT. I would prefer that fucked up thing he had on his head at ComicCon that one year, even if it had nothing to do with a movie role.<br />
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I think something in me died a little when I saw these pics, or maybe was finally brought back down to Earth. I don't know why it irked me so much; I acknowledge that it's strange that I would give a crap or have an opinion in the first place. OK, actually,
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SPOILER ALERT: Nothing but good things happened. All I did was smear it on my skin and wipe it off with a damp cloth. That's it. BAM. I've always had these little bumpy things on my face (probably not the dermatological term) that I'm sure no one else can see, but I've spent a lot of time and money trying to exfoliate them out of existence. After one time of using the oil, they were gone. Apparently all I needed to do was fill up my pores with good oil and my problem was solved. My skin tone has evened out. I thought I had rosacea for the longest time (Thanks, drug company commercials.), but now my skin is just a vampirac white. I have had ZERO breakouts, which is a damn miracle all by itself. Can I just take a moment to say how unfair it is to battle wrinkles AND acne at the same time? Pick a struggle, skin. <br />
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Has anyone else tried this, or anything similar? TexasKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903343384511999667noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-2388733464666868012014-07-24T10:55:00.001-04:002014-07-24T10:55:28.594-04:00So We Have a Group Date Next Valentine's Day, AMIRIGHT???It's a good thing that Mr. Snarky and I don't go all nuts celebrating Valentine's Day (too many years in the restaurant biz, among other things? Eh - we're not all that romantic...), because I know <i>exactly</i> where I plan on spending V-Day 2015:<br />
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To be honest, my feelings on this whole FSoG movie thing generally range from ambivalent to apathetic (I had zero thoughts on casting before the fact - aside from the impossible obvious; I was "meh" on their choices after...), but I have to admit that Jamie Dornan has a happenin' smexy-times stare. UNF. Also? RRoP FTMFW!<br />
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I will NOT go stand for hours on a sidewalk in NYC to see this opening night. BUT, I would totally be down with filling a small-ish theater (preferably one within cab distance that serves booze) with like-minded Twitards for one night... Will you be my Valentine?Snarkier Than Youhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797449606526868507noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-28133891120230380102014-06-22T10:55:00.002-04:002014-06-22T17:17:32.152-04:00Consequence of MiraclesDo you guys read Twilight fan fiction anymore? Because I don't (confession: I never read a lot of fic in the first place, if you can believe that). But that said, that purveyor of all things worthy in the fandom, <a href="https://twitter.com/LeJadalulu" target="_blank">LeJadaLulu</a> was going insane for a fic a month or so ago and I couldn't help but notice. Not when all my other fandom folks on Twitter were going insane for it. Finally, my curiosity got the best of me and I'm telling you guys, I devoured this fic. Couldn't wait for updates, would drop everything to read them. You're lucky - I'm not even telling you about this until now, when it's complete!<br />
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<a href="https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10348853/1/The-Consequence-of-Miracles" target="_blank">Consequence of Miracles</a> is an angsty read but not traumatic, in that it's not graphic in any way and it's not gratuitous, if you know what I mean. It does tackle a Very Difficult Subject, and let me tell you, this would be the last thing I'd ever put on my TBR list, knowing what it was about but not knowing the story itself. I like reading happy shit, not dramatic stories. But it was handled incredibly well, and the story is actually told through Bella's eyes and manages to be<i> her</i> story, even though the dark, difficult stuff happens to Edward (I'm trying to not be spoiler-y, but give fair warning that the story could possibly be a trigger for some folks). If you're looking for a different kind of Twilight fic, or are just curious, I encourage you to take a look. I feel like it was an incredibly sensitive and hopeful treatment of a painful subject and I've never read a fic quite like it. I even legitimately cried after one chapter and I don't think I've ever done that reading a fic!<br />
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Speaking of minor miracles, guess what? <b>I HAVE AN AGENT, YOU GUYS</b>. I wrote something that isn't fic!<br />
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It's called <b>LOUD IS HOW I LOVE YOU</b> and it's a smutty, funny romance about indie rock kids in the 90s. I sent it out to a bunch of agents and snagged representation by <a href="http://twitter.com/byobrooks" target="_blank">Brooks Sherman</a> at the Bent Agency and I couldn't be more excited. And nauseated. For a moment, just imagine me having a conversation with this nice man, a literary agent, who is quite lovely but still mostly a perfect stranger, about the possibility of pitching a follow-up book with three-way sex in it. This is my life now. And while it's awkward, it also happens to be awesome.<br />
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Anyway, <b>LOUD</b> is out on submission with some publishers and now I wait to see if anyone wants to actually buy it and publish it, so my smutty words can be out there in the actual world.<br />
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Or, maybe more appropriate in this circumstance: Jesus MotherFucking Hamster Fucker.<br />
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My new pen name is Mercy Brown. I picked it because I wanted something that would be a statement about where I come from as a writer, and that's right here with all of you. Plus, Mercy is just sexier than Mygdala (but you guys, please keep calling me Myg or I will be totally confused).<br />
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The End.Myg (Mercy Brown)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327787947240499666noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-52438590966681443072014-05-27T21:19:00.000-04:002014-05-27T21:20:41.891-04:00We're Getting the Band Back Together.<h3>
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I've been fixin' to post something here since about three days after my last post (give or take), which means that even by my mighty Herculean abilities to procrastinate like no other human on the planet, this has been a long time coming. I've
spent an enormous amount of time since we stopped posting thinking about
what to write and how to write it. I still have notes - reasonably handy - for the review of Breaking Dawn II that we never did, among other things, but after so much time had passed my brain
always circled back to "Welp, you blew it and it's too late now."<br />
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I feel like there was an epic fail in not giving this blog a proper
sendoff that would have reflected the love and meaning that we put into it
and got out of it over the years, and that's mostly what's kept me
from writing anything at all. Because it deserved a full-on party with a
21-gun salute, a brass band, possibly fire and dragon eggs, and we gave
you something more in line with an unceremonious backyard burial of a hamster in a shoebox or
the flushing a goldfish... Perhaps even worse - we just let it peter out. Anyway, you deserved better. I know that. But you knew that we were the slowest and most unreliable bloggers when you
started hanging out with us, remember? The Twi-blogger equivalent of the
irresistible "bad boy with a heart of gold"??? Or something like that? Maybe? *wink-wink*<br />
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I think at some point it seemed like there was no way I could just sneak back in and write something - anything - to fill the space; it would have needed to be AWESOME. Hopefully you have figured out at this point that I am keeping expectations suitably low. My drafts over the years for writing this look like the beginning of Eclipse, only more contrite and without the cutesy font -<br />
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<i><strike>Dean Twitards, I'm sorry...</strike></i><br />
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<i><strike>We suck...what did you expect?!</strike></i><br />
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<i><strike>Fuck this shit I don't know how to do this anymore...</strike></i><br />
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At some point, I realized that part of the problem was that I wasn't willing to pen a farewell because I refuse to let it be over and done. But I also realized something else somewhere along the way: it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I couldn't (or didn't) produce some epic send-off or reintroduction or whatever I am considering this whole thing at this point. It doesn't matter if this is not the best thing I have ever written or the worst or even if there is nobody out there left to read it. I need this. I miss this. This is my outlet. The gaping hole in my heart? Yeah ok I know you all see what I am doing here... Let's say it's a small tear - not so much a gaping hole as a yearning and a small-ish but very persistent and troublesome spot that <i>will. not. be. ignored</i>. Thinking about writing here has been with me like an iffy tooth that you try to pretend isn't bothering you but that your tongue seems to gravitate towards and worry despite your best efforts to do anything else.<br />
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I know that the community has evolved and moved on, but Twitarded has always felt like home to me, and dammit, I'm staying even if it doesn't really make much sense at all (and very possibly dragging Jenny Jerkface, Latchkey Wife, and Myg along with me if I can talk them into it for some not-regularly-scheduled posts about who knows what). I'm rusty and can't promise anything will be particularly entertaining... But before I think about it too much and wait another couple of years before releasing the finger that is twitching tentatively over the "Publish" button, I'd better PTMFS. <br />
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P.S. Speaking of comebacks, <i>Hellllllooooooooooooooooooo </i>there, Cannes Rob!<br />
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Snarkier Than Youhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797449606526868507noreply@blogger.com110tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-64614229829090587522013-02-12T14:47:00.000-05:002013-02-12T14:48:17.294-05:00Beautiful Bastard is out today!<span style="color: #cccccc;"><br /></span>
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<em><span style="color: #cccccc;">Cross-posted at <a href="http://blogwaffles.com/" target="_blank">Blogwaffles</a>, too!</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Guess what's out in stores today, people?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">That's right, the original Ficward, <strong>Beautiful Bastard</strong>, is here! In a real, live legal book that you can go buy and hold in your hands and everything! In fact, you should go buy it right now!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Seriously, folks, back in 2010 when I first got to the Twilight fandom, I never would have fathomed the day when all these fan fiction stories would be making actual paid writers out of fic authors. But it happened. Boy, did it happen. And now, here we are with our very own <strong>Beautiful Bastard</strong> out in stores today.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">I think many of you reading this have read the original fic <strong>The Office</strong> by Tby789, back when it was around. For those of you who haven't read it and are curious about <strong>Beautiful Bastard,</strong> I can sum it up like this:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">A strong young woman works for a gorgeous asshole at a big corporate firm. They can't stand each other, but they are desperately attracted to one another. A lot of fucking happens, but not just your run-of-the-mill wanky, boring amateurish fucking. Oh no, no, no.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Think of it this way--have you ever been super pissed off at your significant other, and then you get into a wicked argument and in the middle of it think, "God damn, he (or she, as the case may be,) is so hot when he's angry?" And then you end up having sex on the kitchen table, in spite of how pissed off you are? And then when it's over, you're all, "Damn, I can't believe I just had sex with you, you bastard--I'm still pissed off that you put the potato masher in the wrong drawer. You don't live here all by yourself, you know."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Wait, that doesn't happen to you? It's just me? Hmm.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Well, it doesn't matter, because <strong>Beautiful Bastard</strong> is much hotter than that, and there are no potato mashers involved. Anywhere.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Lots of writers write sex scenes. Fic writers write lemons. We all love a good lemon, right? Well, the thing that made Christina and Lauren such well-loved authors of fic is that those two can REALLY write sex scenes. And believe it or not, all that fantasy-indulging sex has a purpose--a point. Not just to titillate you, dear readers. There's a story here, between two strong-willed characters who find each other, fuck each other, and come to love each other in spite of themselves. But this ain't no schmaltzy two-bit romance, either. It's smart. It's funny. It indulges all the right emotional fantasies as well as the sexual ones. It's tongue-in-cheek, and it's tongue in other better places as well.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">What I'm saying is, it's all that and a trip to the La Perla dressing room.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">For those of you who have read <strong>The Office</strong>, let me tell you, <strong>Beautiful Bastard</strong> does a masterful job of keeping the spirit of <strong>The Office</strong> alive and well, yet it also updates and polishes it in ways that you'll definitely appreciate. It's been revised so there are plenty of new things to discover. The writing is as smart as ever and it's still funny. There are parts of this where you're going to literally LOL right before you gasp at how smutty something is, so don't read it at work. Okay, you can read it at work if you work from home or in the adult industry.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">But trust me when I say, you will want to read it. Over and over again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Tell me in the comments, did you order your copy of Beautiful Bastard yet? Did you read it? What other fic-turned-books have you read? What are you hoping makes the leap next?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Talk to me, people.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">Love,</span></div>
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Myg (Mercy Brown)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327787947240499666noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-54950922089884306492013-01-09T14:35:00.001-05:002013-01-09T14:35:17.902-05:00Eight More Minutes of BD1! Coming March 2...ZOMG! On March 2nd, we're going to get eight more minutes of Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 1. Eight minutes of what originally (wrongly) ended up on the cutting room floor. Eight minutes of Edward and Bella goodness. Eight minutes. EIGHT FUCKING MINUTES!<br />
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Do I really need to dish out $29.99 for eight more minutes on Blu-ray? HELLZ YEA I DO! I'll be tossing that puppy into my Walmart basket without a second thought. That's the thing with Twilight... I can feel poor and like I don't have a penny to spare, but I don't even bat an eye at buying yet another DVD or another movie ticket or another magazine featuring Edward's sparkly mug.<br />
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“As Twilight series devotees know, there was a lot of ground to cover in adapting Breaking Dawn to the screen,” said Condon. “Between the wedding, the honeymoon, the birth, and everything in between, naturally there were things that didn’t make it into our final cut. But I wanted to make sure that for all the Twihards out there, there was a chance to see some of these cut scenes – several of which are fan favorites from the book.”</blockquote>
So what are we going to get in that eight minutes? Eight more minutes of honeymoon headboard demolition? (Ohyespleaseohpleaseohplease) Eight more minutes of talking wolves? (Iwillseriouslycutabitch) Eight more minutes of bony broken Bella slurping blood through a bendy straw? (Interestingbutnothankyou) What <i>could</i> it be??<br />
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Come on, Twitards and tell us in the comments what you wish for in those eight beautiful bonus minutes!! I can think of a lots of wishes and I'm pretty sure they all involve Isle Esme...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-37379885848729435982012-12-21T20:07:00.000-05:002012-12-21T20:07:38.971-05:00Santa Loves Twilight! We Love Santa!We here at Twitarded wish you all a very safe and happy holiday season. And because we love you and Twilight so much... here's a little gift.<br />
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Snarkier Than Youhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797449606526868507noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-78705985684251916162012-11-28T22:09:00.003-05:002012-11-28T22:09:56.489-05:00Bill Condon Bids a Fond Farewell to the SagaThis letter from Bill Condon was posted on the Twilight Facebook page a couple of days ago (I think...wtf do I know about Facebook??? I am a fb holdout!) and it made me a little teary... Get the tissues out - again! *sigh*<br />
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Greetings to our global Twihard family,<br />
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On the flight now from Madrid to Berlin, I wanted to check in one
last time, as you're finally getting a look at what we've all been
working on so intensely. It's hard to believe that after our Berlin
premiere tonight, my TWILIGHT journey will finally come to a close.
It's been almost three years since I first wrote to you. I'm very
proud of what we've created together since then, and I hope that PART II
fulfills your expectations for the grand finale to Stephenie's
sprawling saga. Fingers crossed that you've also managed to stay at
least mostly spoiler-free, in order to enjoy the twists and parting
gifts we have in store for you...<br />
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Thank you again for making me feel like a member of your fandom
family online...for sleeping in The Line in San Diego in order to laugh
with us in Hall H...for traveling great distances to join us in L.A. for
last year's Tent City and this year's Fan Camp. Above all, thank you
for trusting me with this universe you care so deeply about - we tried
to match your intensity in our attention to every detail. That said, I
don't think I'll ever live down the shame of being spied on by Twihard
covens around the world on our very first night of shooting in Rio.
Thanks to photos shot and instantly posted online of Bella and Edward
on their honeymoon, we were called out in real time for missing a
certain engagement ring... (Sorry -- again!)<br />
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As with you all, what I'll take with me from my time in Forks are so
many great friendships - our massive cast of talented actors, and new
creative partners such as Melissa Rosenberg, Guillermo Navarro and Phil
Tippett. I hope to know them all for years and to work with them again
soon, making movies yet to be dreamed up. At the L.A. premiere Monday
night, Phil said we should make a "bloody, giant monster movie." But is
there room for a musical number?<br />
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See you at the theatre.<br />
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Forever,<br />
Bill<br />
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If I ever get a pet rabbit, I'm naming him Dougie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-64490608758242617852012-11-19T20:05:00.000-05:002012-11-19T20:05:25.700-05:00Four Year, Five Movies and A Million Thanks!Nearly four years ago, a friend handed me a book called Twilight and said, "here, I think this is a book right up your alley." I shrugged, took the book and never looked back. Over the next two weeks I did nothing but work and read and work and read and when it was over, I started back at the beginning. Like all of you did. Several times.<br />
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And now, I sit here in the silence of my living room, still a bit emotionally fragile after <i>finally</i> seeing Breaking Dawn Part 2 and I feel a little like New Moon Bella... I'm curled up on my couch in my sweats watching the last four years flash by like changing seasons. And looking at what my life has become. I almost think I waited to see the movie because I knew that was admitting it was really over.<br />
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This would sound extremely strange to any non-fan, but to you, it will sound normal. Twilight has made my life better. Those four books, innocently penned by Stephenie Meyer, have given me so much to be thankful for. Frankly, I'm so jealous of those of you who got to meet her in LA at the premiere and tell her things. And give her notes. I sent her a fan letter years ago. I don't know if she ever received it but if she did, she knows.<br />
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I have met some really awesome folks along the way. Not only here in Maine, but clear across the country, across the pond and even down under. People that, regardless if there's another Twilight movie ever, will be an integral and important part of my life. These are people I talk to on a daily basis, at times more often than my own mother (you know who you are). People I turn to for support and advice and my daily dose of laughter.<br />
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At the end of Breaking Dawn this afternoon, I sobbed. Not so much because the movie itself was sad, but for the memories Twilight has awarded me. (Ok, I sobbed because of the movie too.) If you haven't seen the movie yet... trust me, bring the tissues. I had a pocket full of them that were not easily accessible and ended up using my sleeve. Have them ready. Seriously.<br />
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Lastly, I would like to extend my biggest "thanks" to Jenny Jerkface and Snarkier Than You -- because without them, there is no us. I love you girls more than you'll ever know and I'm grateful every day you're in my life.<br />
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Now someone please hold me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-9186887945509397592012-11-15T19:29:00.000-05:002012-11-16T10:36:50.013-05:00OMEJMFHF IT'S HERE! Psyched! And Sad...Hi! Sorry it's been a while... We've kinda dropped the ball here, almost four years in. FOUR YEARS! I feel like we have let you down. As The Grande Finale approached it was hard to wrap my head around it. I have such mixed feelings - when we started this blog, 2012 seemed as impossibly far away as Edward is impossibly fast and strong. And yet here we are, almost four years and TWO MILLION page views later. The weird thing? We got our 2,000,000th page view TODAY, according to Blogger stats. The EXACT SAME DAY as the U.S. release of Breaking Dawn II. How's THAT for a coincidence??? I had long guestimated that the two would happen at roughly the same time, but it's kinda eerie on some level that it's the <i>same freaking day</i>. In a good way. I think...<br />
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Really the only thing keeping me going right now is the fact that there will be LOTS more red carpet struts in his future - near and distant. I am not keeping track, but I am pretty sure he already has something like 27 dozen other movies in the works. Give or take. <br />
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The other thing that makes me feel ok about the end of this particular era? All of you. The lasting friendships out there that started here and in other corners of the Twidom and have done nothing but get stronger over the years. But we'll have plenty of time to reminisce and plan future hijinks. For now, let's just stay in the moment and have our last Twilight-y SQUEEEEE moment. Tonight I will be in a local theater hopefully wedged between JJ and Myg (sadly LKW, Texas Katherine, and VitaminR couldn't be here for various reasons - *sniff*), where I will be squeezing their respective hands like my life depends on it and snot sobbing all over them (consider yourselves warned, ladies - bring wipes). Speaking of warnings, I have never actually seen a Twilight movie on opening night where it wasn't an adults-only group, so this should be...interesting. Please make sure the bail fund hasn't run dry because I am reasonably sure that "clocking a loud tween" is punishable (even though it shouldn't be). <br />
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We'll be coming back to post and hopefully we can all get uber-sappy, but more immediately, what are you all doing for this last hurrah??? Those of you who have been lucky enough to have already seen the movie, please no spoilers in the comments - and I MEAN IT. Don't make me come after you - I know where a lot of you live. Smooches!!! Snarkier Than Youhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797449606526868507noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-61058048974763211012012-10-30T20:17:00.001-04:002012-10-30T20:17:19.574-04:00A Sad Day in Forks...<br />
Well, Twitards... lower your Team Edward flag to half staff. I have some sad news.<br />
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If you made the trek to Forks with the Twitarded crew the first year in 2010, you probably spent a ridiculous amount of time and money in Dazzled by Twilight. I know I did... If you made the trek in 2011, you might have tried to shop here but it may have been closed. It didn't keep the most regular hours last fall. And if you were lucky enough to get out to Forks for a third time this fall, you saw that the store was no longer in operation...it closed earlier this year. *sniffle sniffle*<br />
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It's too bad the folks that originally opened Dazzled by Twilight (and were so helpful and welcoming to our group that first trip) couldn't keep it running as a successful business. I guess that's what happens to a town whose tourist industry is fueled primarily by a movie franchise. Nothing gold can stay...<br />
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<a href="http://www.sfgate.com/entertainment/article/Forks-fire-burns-store-that-sold-Twilight-relics-3990325.php">Even sadder news came out of the tiny town of Forks, WA yesterday morning</a>. The building that housed the Dazzled by Twilight caught fire early Monday morning causing irreparable damage to the structure. When firefighters arrived on scene at 4am, they knew the building, built in 1925, could not be saved. The fire started in the three story building next to the store and then quickly spread to the vacant business after an explosion -- most likely a propane tank. Thankfully, no one was hurt. *sob sob*<br />
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Since I didn't make it to Forks this fall, I wonder if there was still loads of Twilight merchandise in the now bank-owned Dazzled by Twilight? Did no firefighter risk their life to rescue the poor innocent full-sized Edwards and full-sized Jacobs and full-sized Bellas? Did a family of cardboard standees perish in the flames? I shudder to think of the army of Edwards shriveling in the intense heat. *wails wails*<br />
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Like I wasn't already sad enough with the final movie hitting theaters in just a few short weeks. And now this. *sigh* Can't things just go back to the way they were?<br />
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I know you, people. I know how many times you watched it. Don't you fucking lie to me. <br />
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That trailer was straight up magical. There will never be another trailer (not even the other Twilight trailers) that made me as excited for a movie as that original Twilight trailer.<br />
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Hell, it was better than the movie.<br />
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Not only do I love Twilight, I love things that make fun of Twilight. Because, it's hilarious. Jenny Jerkfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659204046693465182noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-21727753906584440342012-09-08T18:49:00.002-04:002012-09-08T18:49:48.139-04:0068 More Days, Twitards!!Let me start off by saying, "Squeeeeeeeee!"<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-50479163635100912732012-09-05T20:20:00.001-04:002012-09-05T20:20:14.303-04:00Yes, Edward, Mouses Have Wee-Wees. I happened across this on <a href="http://gawker.com/5940579/twilight-is-finally-watchable-thanks-to-some-really-bad-lip-reading" target="_blank">Gawker</a> today and after pausing to consider how sad it is and how lame a blogger it makes me to be getting my Twilighty updates from Gawker (seriously, I might need my key-card to the fandom revoked if I keep it up) I bounced right over here to make sure I shared the goodness. Because I know some of you <strike>lazy</strike> poor, misinformed people actually get your Twilight giggles from us and us alone (I'm sorry). <br />
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Snarkier Than Youhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797449606526868507noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-63991381904536353852012-08-31T11:45:00.001-04:002012-08-31T11:45:21.092-04:00Craigslist Deals for Robert Pattinson!So those of you who watched Robert Pattinson and his hair (I am still mad about the <a href="http://twitarded.blogspot.com/2012/08/we-came-we-saw-we-were-thwarted-by-bad.html" target="_blank">hat thing</a>) on Jimmy Kimmel last week got to hear him talking about how he buys "everything" on Craigslist - <br />
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I might have a few things laying around that I can sell on Craigslist! Here's my listing:<br />
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<i>Mixed Lot for Sale <span style="background-image: url(http://i361.photobucket.com/albums/oo54/crackysparkles/sparkles/9vk1on.gif); font-size: 20px;">SUPER CHEAP!</span>: Includes AWESOME vintage guitar (formerly owned by Van Morrison!), a gross of HotPockets (assorted flavors), too many ugly hats to count (for display purposes only - cannot be worn), invisibility cloak (great for hiding from paparazzi and rabid fangirls!). Buyer must be well-coiffed and willing to come to LatchKey Wife's basement for pickup. Of the HotPockets. You know, because they have to be kept frozen, not because we are going to do anything inappropriate.*</i><br />
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<i>Seller is very VERY motivated to make a face-to-face sale [*ahem*] and is willing to negotiate (poorly) with inexplicably thrifty millionaires. </i><br />
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What would you sell to Rob on Craigslist? Give us your best PattinBait in the comments but please keep in mind
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<br />Snarkier Than Youhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797449606526868507noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-60080859434196835592012-08-26T12:42:00.000-04:002012-08-26T13:51:44.431-04:00Tough Times for One of our OwnWe got a really sad e-mail from one of our long-time readers and commenters yesterday. Our dear Vermonstermom has been through a lot in the last couple of years, including the loss of her father after a battle with Alzheimer's, and the fact that she can still form coherent sentences is amazing. Another tragedy has struck her family and she gave us permission to post her story below. I'm inserting part of the background from her husband's <a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/mjcoyne/mystory">Caringbridge site</a>. Click that little link-y right there for more info and to stay up to date on his progress.<br />
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<i>First of all, thanks to all of you who have offered your prayers and thoughts and help to me, MJ and the girls. It is the support and love of my friends, family and various communities that will get us through this I know.</i><br />
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<i>The Story: MJ took the girls to the West River in Dummerston VT to go swimming on Wednesday afternoon (8/22). I was supposed to go but didn't (insert guilty feelings here). Apparently MJ got into deep water with Abbi (our youngest daughter, 5) and must have found himself in distress somehow, maybe he swallowed some water, I have no idea really what happened. It is my thought that he was trying to hold her above the water and found himself drowning. Alice my 9 year old was trying frantically to get the attention of people on shore to help. Miracle number one: that there were other adults there to help as often you are alone at these swimming holes. A woman came to Abbi's aid first and got her on to her shoulders, and was yelling for others to come and help MJ. He was brought out of the water with no pulse, no heartbeat, not breathing, eyes open, and blue. Second miracle: someone there knew CPR (here's a plug for everyone to learn it). He had never practiced it before, but it worked. They brought him back and worked on him till the rescue and police arrived. Someone had to run about 1/4 mile to get a cell signal to call 911.</i><br />
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<i>MJ was taken to our local hospital, Brattleboro Memorial, where they immediately decided he needed more care than they were capable of providing neurologically. So he was lifeflighted to UMass Worcester, about 2 hours drive from our house. He is in ICU, on a respirator but he is currently (it's Friday afternoon now) initiating breathing on his own and the machine 'helps' him get a full breath. Miracle 3: they are not concerned about severe neurological damage at this time. He is responding to requests to squeeze hands, wiggle toes, and can answer basic yes and no questions by non verbal means. He can't speak due to the intibation tube down his throat. He is pretty heavily sedated in order to tolerate that tube.</i><br />
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<i>The main concern right now is his lung function. His right lung has water/fluid in it and the xrays are "yucky" (didn't know that was a medical term, learn something new every day). Medical team is waiting for the deterioration of the lung to stop, or to start getting better, before removing the intibation tube. They don't want to have to take it out only to put it back in, running the risk of further infection. He is bound to have pneumonia to some degree I expect. He is on preventative antibiotics, is running a slight low-grade fever and that is being treated appropriately.</i><br />
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<i>We are in a waiting game, which is not the one I want to play. I want the "he sits up in bed and is ready to come home" game. Not gonna get that. This will happen in God's time, not mine. I have had many voices speak supportive and encouraging words, have many friends, family and others praying and hoping for the best possible outcome for MJ. I am optimistic that he will make a full recovery, this is my deepest prayer and wish. I am beyond praying, I am begging God for this to happen. I need my husband and my daughters need their father.</i></div>
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Her story really touched us. We are a <strike>crazy, drunk, dysfunctional, strange</strike> non traditional family here and if something happens to one of us, it feels like it happens to all of us. If you'd like to jump on the sparkly Twitarded bandwagon to help financially while her family's sole breadwinner is in the hospital, her <a href="https://www.paypal.com/">PayPal</a> address is vermonstermom@gmail.com. You can use the same e-mail address to send thoughts, prayers and hopes for a quick recovery. TexasKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903343384511999667noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-80772351503208978572012-08-17T23:32:00.002-04:002012-08-18T21:20:54.016-04:00We Came, We Saw, We Were Thwarted by Bad Hats.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Settle in and grab a glass of your favorite beverage, folks - this is going to be a long one!<br />
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As those of you <a href="http://twitarded.blogspot.com/2012/08/me-robert-pattinson-in-room-its-on.html" target="_blank">following along at home know</a>, Jenny Jerkface, Myg, and I were lucky enough to make a pilgrimage - along with Mama Cougar, Tatoo Mickey, Rob's Bitch and a handful of the Twitarded Faithful - to see The Precious in the flesh. Well, at least as much flesh as several layers of clothing will allow for... Although it would appear that there were certain...inadvertent errors made that may have allowed for a little more exposure than Rob had intended...or maybe it was an intentional, come-hither sign? Who can say, really?<br />
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Somehow, some of us (Mama Cougar leading the charge!) managed to converge on the TimesCenter where the Q&A session was being held in time to get pretty damn close to the front of the line. I have to say that the venue and the staff there were awesome and the people on line were reasonable and not threatening to beat anyone who cut in to be with friends to death with a rolled up <strike>Twilight</strike> Cosmopolis poster. So even though Mama Cougar, Myg, and Tatoo Mickey had been in line for a couple of hours by the time I got there, I was able to hang with them. And then when Jenny Jerkface descended upon the place a couple of hours later, frazzled from an afternoon of threatening to kill everyone in her office if they didn't get their shit together so that she could leave the office in time, she was able to join us inside where the line had moved to just outside the theater.<br />
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I noticed some folks hauling a cold cut platter and some other stuff presumably to a greenroom. This was about the time that I realized I hadn't eaten anything all day and was starving, but I resisted the temptation to tackle them and steal Rob's food. Also, apologies to the chick who I inadvertently captured picking her wedgie, but that's the risk you take if you do it in public. <br />
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This was the last pic I snapped before my phone died. If you squint just right, you can make out that it's the stage (and the people who work there setting up the camera for the live stream). Maybe I should have tried to snag some of those cold cuts, because I didn't realize I was shaking when I took it but I am sure you all appreciate my way-awesome photojournalistic ninja skillz here. You're welcome. Anyway, we were really close - much closer than anyone in charge of protecting Rob should have allowed the likes of us. Clearly Bodyguard Dean must be on vacation or something. <br />
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I would say were were about twenty feet away. I'm a bad estimator, but we had four rows of seats in front of us and a small aisle. Somehow we managed to park ourselves directly in the center, which seemed like a good idea at the time but was right behind the cameras (getting in there and getting a seat was like playing musical chairs and once we sat down it would have been tough to relocate without going way far back). <br />
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I would have had an AWESOME seat had Rob been seated in the middle, but as is turns out I had a great view of David Cronenberg, who was fabulous and smart and witty and also is pretty hot for a 70-year-old but let's face it: he's no RPatts in the looks department.<br />
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Promptly at 6:30 after a brief introduction, Rob - that's right, we're on a first-name basis now but he doesn't know it yet - David Cronenberg, and the interviewer David Carr came out from the same side-door Manager Nick had emerged from a moment earlier. I had caught the briefest glimpse of a familiar-looking head when the person doing the introductions came out, and I have to say I was a little...crestfallen.<br />
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Rob was wearing a hat. A HAT WAS OBSCURING HIS HAIR. GAAAAAAH!!! I wasn't going to get to see The Hair or watch him run his hands through it compulsively for the next 90 minutes. It wasn't even the beanie (RIP, beanie, wherever you are); it was a stupid white baseball cap. Sorry, I hated it - and he wore this same get-up - complete with hat - for an MTV interview - SIGH! <br />
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According to JJ, I actually pouted when I realized he was wearing a hat. Then I totally made the "nooooooo" face. She may or may not have been able to hear my whisper of disappointment above the general din, including that of the REALLY emotional chick a row or two in front of us who started sobbing
uncontrollably the second Rob appeared (maybe she was super-disappointed by the hat, too).<br />
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What I wanted: THIS (on GMA earlier that day).</div>
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Or THIS (ringing the NYSE opening bell the day before). Although I may have stroked out if he had looked like this in my presence. A Twitard is only so strong... </div>
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What I got. Not that I am complaining. OK, I am complaining. But at least this gives me an excuse to go see him again someday because I kind of feel like I got cheated out of the full-on RPatts Immersion Experience.<br />
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Don't get me wrong - hat or no hat, I was transfixed from the moment he walked out that door. Poor Myg had to deal with my ginormous head in her seat-space the entire night because she had a better view. To her credit, she was a ridiculously good sport and was even game when I suggested we rush the stage about ten minutes in then they dimmed the lights to play a movie clip. I swear I felt like Bella sitting in science class when Mr. Banner played that movie and shit got REAL and electrically charged and stuff.<br />
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Honestly, maybe it was for the best that he was wearing a hat. If he had whipped it <strike>out</strike> off and ran his fingers through
his hair, Myg and I definitely would have made a break for the stage while the lights were dimmed and could have had at least ten seconds in thrashing-actor
heaven before we were hauled off to jail and/or lynched by the rest of
the audience. Not that the actual logistics of doing this crossed my
mind at any point that night. Nope not me. I think David Cronenberg had
his eye on me while the lights were low - he seems to have a pretty
keen understanding of people and I think he was on to me.<br />
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I think Myg might have said it best: <br />
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<i>And also, hat and awkward clothing aside? He was absolutely magically
beautiful in person. You cannot deny that. Maybe the hat and striped
blue polo under the black jacket was to tone down the rainbows shooting
out of his fingertips. Maybe he was purposely trying not to feed the
estrogen dragon in the audience.</i></blockquote>
Although JJ had a close second: <br />
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<i>His fingers are like ET, but WAY sexier.</i></blockquote>
This is totally true, btw.<br />
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Anyway, here are--in no particular order--other related thoughts and shit that happened:<br />
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Maybe Rob put so much anti-frizz product in his hair he had no choice but to either start over and shower or wear a hat and he didn't have time so he put on a hat? I didn't have a hat handy but I definitely overdosed on anti-frizz product too so I <i>totally understand</i>, Rob. <br />
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If I HAD been wearing a hat, I would have taken it off in a nod to Rob's Bitch, who had the nuts to stand over a row or two of total non-Twitard strangers before this shindig started and say "Jenny and STY? Hi! I'm Rob's Bitch!" We love you, sweetie, and don't know how you look so pretty walking around with those huge balls swinging around between your legs. But carry on. This is why I love our corner of the fandom.<br />
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David Cronenberg is AMAZING - I have seen several of his films and was no stranger to his work but seeing him in person just blew. me. away. and while I was already committed to seeing this movie, I am 10x more so now. DO IT.<br />
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Yes, there was a moment when everyone sort of freaked out because David Carr brought up The Incident and people may or may not have overreacted a tad, but what can we say? We are very...protective of Rob.<br />
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When we got to the pre-submitted questions, one of the entries selected was from Mama Cougar, who despite having put together an excellent query would have pulled into herself like a turtle if she had been genetically designed to be capable of doing so. Rob totally looked in her direction so I get it and would have done the same thing. We love you, MC! <br />
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Also, at the very end people were handing him things before he made his way offstage and he accepted a hat and a few other items, and also stopped to sign a few autographs because he's a NICE GUY. But seriously people? PLEASE stop giving him hats! I don't want to encourage this kind of hair-covering behavior. <br />
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I also would be remiss if I didn't note that Rob drank a couple of bottles of water while on stage and spent an inordinate amount of time playing with one of the bottle caps. He was working it like Edward with his Snapple cap in Twilight. Not that I was paying ridiculously close attention, but he was even absentmindedly gnawing on it occasionally, picking it up and putting it in his mouth. The moment the door closed behind him when he exited the room and the glamouring that had been done on the audience to keep us from collectively having our way with him was broken, I watched a couple of younger women rush the stage to collect the bottles and ravaged cap. I was half horrified (it's possible I slightly shouted "you are making us all look bad!") and half ready to grab it and make a run for it when they showed it to me after I found them outside on the sidewalk giggling like a pair of gollums who had FINALLY gotten their hands on the ring. Or RPatts' DNA. One of those. The Preeeeeecious... They didn't speak English, but apparently "Holy shit Robert Pattinson had his MOUTH on this and now it's MINE! SQUEEE!!!" is universal.<br />
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And now, my consolation prize: three minutes of Rob running his fingers through his hair:<br />
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I don't know about you, but I feel better now.<br />
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If you want to watch the entire conversation, here you go! Just relax and bring the whole box of wine closer to the computer. We won't judge. <br />
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Snarkier Than Youhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10797449606526868507noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3325136241555317156.post-91993774697757953972012-08-13T22:17:00.001-04:002012-08-15T09:28:49.305-04:00Me + Robert Pattinson. In a Room. It's ON.Unlike many devoted Twitards out there, I have never actually had the good fortune to find myself in the presence of The Precious. And of course by "good fortune" I mean I have never camped out on a sidewalk for days in order to possibly have the chance to get up-close and personal with Mr. Rumored-to-Smell-Like-Citrus-and-Tweed. I've never set-stalked him, I've never squealed at him at ComicCon, I've never gazed at him from a steel pen alongside a red carpet while waving a suggestive sign or a blow-up <strike>doll</strike> elephant.<br />
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<i> HFS STY was almost here?! I hope someone notified Bodyguard Dean!</i></div>
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All that is about to change!<br />
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I was at work a month ago-ish when I happened to pick the perfect moment to do what I do best while at work, which is distracting myself from anything work related by dicking around on Twitter. And there it was, my golden ticket to get aboard the Pattintrain: Robert Pattinson (along with David Cronenberg) would be doing a "TimesTalks" on August 15th, which is basically a moderated conversation with interesting people hosted by the New York Times. And I say "basically" because while I have been aware of the existence of said Talks, I never paid them much mind because they never allowed for the possibility of Robert Pattinson and me sharing the same physical space.<br />
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Plus I hear he may have started smoking again and I want to help with his...oral fixation. <i><br /></i></div>
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Given all that has transpired recently, I was afraid this whole thing would be cancelled. I've heard rumors that he's been cancelling some of the press he was scheduled to do to promote the U.S. release of Cosmopolis. I freaked out a little when I got an update last week, thinking it was the "We are refunding your money" and/or "Only David Cronenberg will be attending" (not that I don't respect him buuuut....). Thankfully, it only pretty much let me know two things: they are on to his audience AND he doesn't want to talk about IT. No camping out, and no questions will be taken from the audience the day of the event.<br />
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But questions CAN be submitted in advance. What should we ask (I'll be there with Jenny Jerkface, Myg, Mama Cougar, and possibly some other assorted Twitarded folk)??? I was thinking of something along the lines of "If someone in the
audience happened to be wearing Pattinson Panties, would you be willing
to take them back to your hotel room for closer inspection?" Or not - I don't know; there are so many possibilities! Leave your serious (and wishful thinking) suggestions - along with anything else you want to say, as always - in the comments!<br />
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<span style="color: red;">UPDATE: Just learned there is a live webcast - woot! It will be like having you all there...minus the hugging... </span><br />
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<i><span>This event is being filmed and Webcast live on <a href="http://new.livestream.com/nytimes" target="_blank">new.livestream.com/nytimes</a>. Video of the event will be available on demand, also at <a href="http://new.livestream.com/nytimes" target="_blank">new.livestream.com/nytimes</a>.</span>
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