Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Lucan the Wolf-Boy?

I was LOOKING for a Love's Baby Soft commercial (and I did in fact find one. Oh boy. The seventies were not even a little bit subtle about telling girls how to behave).
But I ended up being way way more interested in the tiny snippet of an ad for "Lucan the Wolf-Boy" that appears at the end.
You know, it's mildly disconcerting to realize that if I had access to time travel, one of the things I would feel DRIVEN to do is visit the 1970s and watch their strange, strange television. (And also steal as many of their romance novels as I could carry...)

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

The Mystery of Why I'm Watching this Show

Last night I watched the first episode of The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries, as one does, and I am unable to resist the urge to share it. In the form of a recap, I mean, though if you really want to see the whole thing in all its seventies' glory I think it's on YouTube.

The first episode is called "The Mystery of the Haunted House," and that title is a complete rip-off, because there's no haunted house in the show, just a nightclub/restaurant/wood-panelled hellhole named The Haunted House. This is kind of a thing in this series: the titles all sound like something supernatural might be going on, and instead it turns out to be smugglers or spies. It's like Scooby Doo with more hair.

About the hair. I know it was the seventies, but these boys have a lot of hair. Sort of...feathery, fluffy hair. I think the hair might be why they were considered attractive. It's the only reason I can come up with, because the guy playing Frank Hardy has a pointy chin and smirks a lot, looking uncannily like John Travolta (only, hold on, I just realized this was the same era in which Travolta was also considered good looking, so I guess pointy-chinned smirkers were in style then?); the younger brother, Joe, is played by Shaun Cassidy and looks like a nervous hamster. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.
That's Hamster on the left and Travolta-ish on the right.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

It's April. Why is it snowing?

I am so done with winter. Sadly, winter does not appear to be done with me.

I am impatient for spring; I have all these spring activities planned, but the new swingset is sitting in its box being lightly snowed on at the moment, and none of my eagerly awaited plants can ship from Vesey's Seeds yet because the people who run Vesey's seeds, wisely, know enough not to send things out until the ground has thawed.
'tis the season to drool over seed catalogues.

I have things I should be working on (mostly a Secret Project which is actually just a gift for a friend), but instead I keep pacing impatiently past the windows as though spring might arrive all at once while I'm hitting refresh on my facebook page or something.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I shall be productive. (Ha.)

Wednesday, January 23, 2013



We have a windchill of -25C today. It's going to be an indoor kind of day. Right now Bug and Trouble are happily watching Enchanted (they love the part with the rats helping to clean the apartment).
This afternoon we're going to bake. I have a mix, which is cheating, but which is also delicious and easy. Easy is a huge virtue when you have two small "helpers" in the kitchen. They love it, though. They get to take turns stirring with the whisk.
Namaste Foods Cookie Mix
I'm pretending these are a health food.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Blue Monday

Bryant & May and the Memory of Blood

I don't feel particularly blue, but I do understand the sentiment. It's that point in January where you start to feel just a little worn down by winter.

All is well, though. I'm reading Bryant & May and the Memory of Blood; I'd forgotten how much I enjoy Bryant and May. Was astonished to learn from my husband that Bryant & May is the name of a match manufacturer; now want to own matchboxes from them.

Had to restrain myself today from buying a couple of Tetley Tea Folk. I think they're adorable, but my budget for this month (and next month, and quite possibly March) is well and truly blown. I know they're inexpensive, but that's not the point; the point is I need to quit buying things until I'm solvent again. Le sigh.

In other dreadfully boring news, the kitchen island is nearly cleared off, my desk is more or less organized, and I've hung the calenders. The post-holiday chaos is nearly subdued. Bug and Trouble keep asking where the Christmas tree has gone, though, which makes me feel a bit sad. Possibly I shall have to decorate the tiny mantel-top one for Easter.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

New Year; Clean Slate.

Cleanish. It would be a cleaner slate if the kitchen table and island and my desk and the office were tidy, but with any luck that'll be done by, uh...the end of the month.

I survived December. I usually *love* December, but this year I'm counting "survived" as an accomplishment, because of Crazy People. These particular Crazy People can (and believe me, WILL) be avoided from here on out, so that's good.

Other than that, I have stacks of books to read (and a separate blog for reviewing all the romances); the children are more or less recovered from the stomach flu; the pantry is well-stocked. So the new year is starting reasonably well, for which I am thankful.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Working my way through the stack

I had a brief urge today to start a separate blog for these, since otherwise they're going to take over this one, but then I decided it didn't actually matter.
So. On to the next Harlequin Presents:

Title: Duty and the Beast. Honestly, wouldn't you buy it for the title alone?

Author: Trish Morey

Timestamp: Sep12. I am never going to get caught up here.

Things I might actually remember about this one: It's one of the sheik-y ones, with an innocent Princess heroine of an imaginary kingdom. I love the imaginary kingdom thing. I can't quite put my finger on why, but somehow the made-up country aspect appeals.
It caused me a few anxious moments, though, as the sheik-y ones always do. The thing is, I can't quite put real Middle East culture entirely out of my mind, so when the heroine was expressing her unhappiness with the we-must-marry-to-save-our-kingdoms situation by pretending to think the hero was gay, I kept cringing and expecting the situation to get really, really ugly. Which of course it didn't--it couldn't; he's the hero so he has to have a certain amount of self-control. But I cannot see that particular brand of bratty-bitchiness leading anywhere good if you tried it on a real live sheik. 

Active Ingredients:
A Very Jasmine Princess
Mandatory Marriage
British-educated Sheikh
Imaginary Country/Kingdom
Hero Rescues Heroine's Family Member/Pet
Heroine watches Hero Bathe/Swim/Generally Being Naked
Hero Insults Heroine by Refusing to Believe she is a Virgin