There was a major price drop on the 3DS XL while the pink ones are still available AND when I was thinking, "hm, so I have $250 left of wedding + Christmas money plus an amazon gift card, what shall I get..."

It and Harvest Moon: A New Beginning are now on their way to me. I have already asked for Etrian Odyssey 4 for Valentine's Day. And my mother outright paid for computer upgrades for my husband and me for a wedding present -- and thanks to the guy who does our computer stuff finding good deals, we were able to upgrade so much that they will be more like new computers than upgrades. Solid state hard drives! Quad core processors! The cases and power supplies and video cards (which we got relatively recently) will remain the same, but that is it.

I linked to the wank about whether or not purple is a color on a site I frequent. Now the comments section is arguing over whether purple is a color. Multi-paragraph long posts. With diagrams.

Some days are glorious.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Y8YhED4IgQA

(How do you embed things on journalfen anyway?)

I got a Christmas present from a store today.

http://elodieonlove.com/2011/12/thank-you-babeland/

It costs over $100! I have never gotten a toy worth over $100 as a present! I feel like... well, not like a little kid exactly, considering. But Babeland totally made my Christmas, after I've had a horrible year.

It's official: I write less when I'm trying to do NaNoWriMo. I wrote nearly 40,000 words last month without bothering to think about it. I didn't have writer's block ever, though I did trash a few pages that were just -- bad. This month, I am thinking about it, and I have clawed my way to about 5,000 words. I've spent a lot of time staring at the page trying to will myself to type something. This usually works pretty well for me; if I can get one sentence down, no matter how crappy that one sentence is, the rest starts flowing. But this month, every sentence feels like a camel trying to squish itself through the eye of a needle. I am no good at this external motivation stuff.

So I'm link-hopping from this wank and I find this.

Apparently these things are full of truthiness:
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I have to write what amounts to over 15 short essays and one long essay at this stage of my disability paperwork. I can only imagine how difficult this must be for most people who haven't had way too many years of college, as I have. Or whose disability is more mental than physical. I don't mind doing it all that much, but I don't see how this particular hurdle can possibly be constitutional.

I've had back problems for months. 3 herniated disks, 2 of which are pressing into my spinal cord, and one extra bruised disk. I'm waiting on Medicaid approving me so I can get surgery, which might not fix it, though my case is exactly the kind which is recommended for surgery. I'm so tired of being in pain and on drugs and unable to do the things I usually do -- I can't even play computer games that take any thought. So... I just felt like whining.

The Discworld one. I have a crush on him. Good alpha males do it for me every time. Woof.

I don't want to derail and I don't want to demand. The person apologized, and I don't want to make them feel worse -- everyone fucks up. I need to vent though. Because I'm still shaking. Because this attitude is all too common. Because I have been worrying about this for a long time. Because I just wrote about it on my blog and writing about it exorcised some demons and clarified some things, and then I saw this comment and now I feel worse again.

Having rape fantasies does not mean you want to be raped. It does not make you a rape apologist. It does not make you a bad feminist. Speculating that a rape apologizing woman does so because she has rape fantasies is just -- it's not okay. Women are allowed our fantasies, aren't we? Isn't that part of what this is all about?

Edit: And it hasn't stopped. I can't deal with this right now. All I know is that I'm crying again. Apparently women's fantasy lives are the problem, not RAPISTS WHO RAPE PEOPLE.

I am watching a bunch of people on Twitter try to explain the term "rape apology" to Keith Olberman. Keith Olberman, who claims to be the #1 male supporter of feminism (why not "feminist"?) on TV News. He may very well be, because our media is in that pathetic a state, but in any case.

THIS IS RIDICULOUS. How did Keith Olberman not know the term "rape apology"? I'm actually laughing at this now. I feel I'm in a Kafka story.

The Vamp dildo's been mentioned a lot on various fandom sites, and guess what. I was sent it for review. I published the review today, and it's here if you're curious: http://elodieonlove.com/2010/10/tantus-vamp-review-for-fascinations/. I couldn't be as all-out snarky about Twilight as I wanted to be in that format, but let me just say: the dildo is a hell of a lot better than the books. And it amuses me endlessly that Edward Cullen would probably have the vapors if he saw it.

I'm planning to take a pic and make an icon of it for journalfen use eventually.

I decided to link to my sex blog. It's somewhat nervous-making; but I rarely post on journalfen anyway, and pretty much no one reads my journal here. While I'm sure it's safer to keep that part of my life totally separate from every other part, I'm getting tired of it. So, this is one tiny step to "outing" myself as a woman who writes about sexuality, even if under an assumed name.

There are no explicit pics in my blog. There is explicit language. It's mostly sex toy reviews, but I also post erotica, stuff about my own sex life, and various thoughts/rants about sex-related stuff there. Anyway, here is the link to my blog: http://elodieonlove.com/

I've talked a lot about how thanfiction's writing "gives me hives", makes me twitch, gives me a headache, drives me insane, and generally makes me froth and babble. I've decided to finally figure out exactly why that is, by translating a paragraph he wrote into language I do not hate. (Though it will still start with a big fat lie.)

Cross-posted from my LJ account. Below the cut, and this might be super triggery because I am super pissed off that people, particularly in Hollywood, are NOT GETTING IT...

Thanks for the journalfen code, esclaramonde!

Now I have to think of something to write here. Blankness makes me twitch.

I'm tempted to rush about friending a whole bunch of people whose posts I've liked, but I'm afraid that would both be rather weird (who is this new stalker?) and show how little life I've had in the past two months. It's manbirdpig flu, really, not procrastination and addiction to 4-year old wank.

I just downloaded a bunch of lovely backgrounds for icons from curtana, at http://curtana.deviantart.com/art/Pagoda-85205718. Just here to remind me where the backgrounds are from.