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Today is the birthday of two of my favorite humans: Peter O'Toole and Kevin Smith. Huzzah!
2/8/07
Sarcasm Girl has a friend in Indiana whom she met over the internet (no, this isn't one of those icky afterschool special stories) via the wonders of Twilight fandom. Twilight, and its sequel, New Moon, are nifty YA vampire novels, and both SG and her friend are serious fans. The two of them branched off from there to discover similar tastes in music and theatre (although SG is the one with the broader acquaintance of old movies), and now, on Saturday, the friend is coming to stay for a week. The third book in the Twilight series is coming out, and SG has been busily trying to arrange a meeting to celebrate the publication (she tried to interest a bookstore, but while these books are NY Times bestsellers, they're not, um, Harry Potter). Much fun is planned.
And because of all this, SG has cleaned her room. She even lugged the vacuum cleaner upstairs! Books that had vanished into the sinister vortex of her attic suddenly appeared, stacked neatly on the dining room table (she didn't actually return them to the shelves whence they came, alas). I can see the top of her desk! Her clothes have been put away! And now she's beginning to eye the rest of the house, which, I admit, has been tidier.
Obviously what I need to do is ensure that she has friends visit once a month.
And because of all this, SG has cleaned her room. She even lugged the vacuum cleaner upstairs! Books that had vanished into the sinister vortex of her attic suddenly appeared, stacked neatly on the dining room table (she didn't actually return them to the shelves whence they came, alas). I can see the top of her desk! Her clothes have been put away! And now she's beginning to eye the rest of the house, which, I admit, has been tidier.
Obviously what I need to do is ensure that she has friends visit once a month.