Woo-hoo! Supernatural got renewed for a fifth season!

What would you love to see in S5, and beyond? ( Cut for those of you who haven't caught up yet. )

Here's how I'm doing on Demon Rally, the sequel to Spirit Squad:

18,877 / 62,500 (30.0%)

Stolen from talon8:
When you see this, post another Supernatural quote in your LJ. Let's see how long this can go on.

"I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!"
- Dean Winchester, Scarecrow

1. Do you like blue cheese? No, but I like bleu cheese. Especially the creamy kind, like Saga.
2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Yes.
3. Do you own a gun? I own a pirate flintlock, and a Han Solo blaster.
4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Never been to a Sonic.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Always.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? I like them.  Especially with relish, and spicy mustard.
7. Favorite Christmas Song? Joy to the World
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? A big iced latte.
9. Can you do push ups? If I have to.
10. What's your favorite meal? One of those big bread-platters with all sorts of Ethiopian food on it.  With honey-wine.
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? Just one?!  How can I pick just one? 
12. Favorite hobby? Sculpting.
13. Do you work with people who idolize you? Ha-ha-hah! Ahem...
14. Do you have A.D.D? Not officially.
15. What's one trait that you dislike about yourself?  Too addicted to comfort eating.
16. Middle name? I'm not telling.
17. Name 3 thoughts at this moment.
• I can't believe I forgot the power cord for my laptop!  ARGH!
• I can't wait to go home and sleep write.
• I can't believe that guy last night, who ordered an Adios Motherf*cker. Heeeee!
18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday.
• Coffee.
• Time at a parking meter.
• A cookie for Tchia.
19. What happened to #19? It became emo, and had to go brood.
20. Current worry right now? I can't pay my rent yet.  (Although, Tchia doesn't seem terribly bothered by this.)
21. Current hate right now? Being poor and overworked. Also, that I'm working next Thursday night.  Grrr!
22. Favorite place to be? A five-star hotel with free wi-fi and 24 hour room service.
23. How did you bring in New Years? By watching DVDs, I think.
24. Where would you like to go? London, Tibet, Arkham and Atlantis.
25. Name three people who will complete this? Tia, Plissken74, and Songcoyote. 
37. Best bed sheets as a child? I never had any novelty sheets.  However, I now own a Powerpuff Girls summer comforter.
38. Worst injury you've ever had? A really bad ankle sprain that I still have PTSD about.
39. Do you love where you live? You mean the city, or the actual apartment.  I like LA, and my neighborhood, but I'm only so-so on the apartment.
40. How many TVs do you have in your house? One.
41. Who is your loudest friend? Meta.
42. How many dogs do you have? Zero.
43. Does someone have a crush on you? Don't know.
45. What is your favorite book? Jane Eyre.
46. What is your favorite candy? Right now, Bit-O-Honey.
47. What is your favorite sports team? Don't have one.
48. What song do you want played at your funeral?  An a capella duet of "Wind Beneath My Wings," sung by Wulfgar and Crimsonratt.
49. What were you doing at 12 AM last night? Driving home from work.
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? HOW CAN IT ALREADY BE NINE A.M?!!!  AAAAGH!!!

1. One movie that made you laugh: Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure. Every. Single. Time. (And the number of times I've watched it is up in the twenties by now.)

2. One movie that made you cry: Finding Nemo. That part at the beginning. I bawled like a little bitch.

3. One movie you loved when you were a child: Star Wars.

4. One movie you’ve seen more than once: Groundhog Day.

5. One movie you loved, but were embarrassed to admit: Titanic.

6. One movie you didn't like: John Carpenter's Ghosts of Mars Yeah. Way to totally waste Clea DuVall, Pam Grier, Joannna Cassidy and Jason Statham, you jerks.

7. One movie that scared you: The original HK version of The Eye, although "scared" is putting it mildly.

8. One movie that bored you: Dinner at Eight made me want to tie a plastic bag over my head.

9. One movie that made you happy: The ridiculous overabundance of pretty in A Walk in the Clouds never fails to bring me joy.

10. One movie that made you miserable: Very Bad Things. This is supposed to be funny? To whom? Sociopaths?

11. One movie you weren’t brave enough to see: Saving Private Ryan.

12. One movie character you’ve fallen in love with: Richard B. Riddick from Pitch Black. A tall, velvet-rumbly voiced, double-jointed escaped murderer with huge muscles, eyes that shine in the dark, dimples, an I.Q. of 190, a snarky sense of humor, and long, curly eyelashes -- who has a change of heart at the very last minute, and saves the day... er, night? Can I really be blamed?

13. The last movie you saw: Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things.

14. The next movie you hope to see: The Day the Earth Stood Still. Squee!

From ladytiamat:
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating ( (or eating again). )

Hey, I have an Etsy store!

Now that that's out of the way... dude. I had a creepy, yet strangely optimistic disaster dream last night, or maybe this morning. Unfortunately, I don't remember much about it, because I was too lazy and sleepy to write it down. I had to wake up early, cuz I'm filling in for Tchia at the office. (Yay for extra hours!)

ZQ's Disaster Dream

I remember standing on the balcony¹ of a restaurant² at night³. I'd like to think it was Yamashiro. It was someplace with a great view. I definitely wasn't by myself, but I don't remember who else was there. Or, maybe I didn't know. The whole dream was dark and chaotic.

I (we) stood on the balcony and watched as, in the distance, an entire city⁴ burned⁵ and crumbled. I vaguely remember hearing reports of some horrific disaster⁶. I have no idea if it was a bomb or an alien invasion, or what. But, there was a massive, massive fire. I could smell the smoke, even from where I was standing. Me being me, even in the dream I remember thinking this was sort of neato⁷.

Then there was something about running up a flight of stairs⁸, and traveling on a bus⁹ (again, it was "all of us," whoever "we" were), through the dark, to a safer place.

( Annotations under the cut. )

1) Still unemployed. The clerical market seems to have dried up and blown away, at least for those of us who don't do Accounts Payable, HR, or medical billing. Which is all I'm getting from Monster.com, despite the fact that none of those things are listed in my search criteria.

2) Went to my unemployment evaluation meeting yesterday. I got this scary paper in the mail that said I had an appointment at 9:30 in Glendale that CANNOT BE RESCHEDULED. (Yes, written just like that.) So, I dragged my ass out to Glendale yesterday morning, only to have the unemployment lady ask me how I'd been trying to find a job, glance at my written list of attempts, hand me a pile of pamphlets, and tell me I was on the right track, kthxbye! I was in and out in 30 seconds. Seriously. This couldn't have been done over the phone? Thanks for making me waste gas, jerks.

3) Screw clerical work anyway. I have signed up for a two-day bartending seminar at a bartenders' employment agency. (Next Wednesday and Thursday). They're looking for girl bartenders especially. Wish me luck!

4) So far, I've been rejected by five literary agents. That's not so many. ( As the saying goes, I've been kicked out of better places than this. )

The Cab Ride

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.

JOAN: That would read so much better as: I drove a cab for the living.
MATT: Stay tuned for Undead Cabbie. Driver carries no change or brains.

Click. Read. Love.

I've just written the first two ten pages of the first draft of the sequel to Spirit Squad. Working title: Spirit Season.

I can tell you already: writing sequels is WEIRD. It's like writing fanfic... of... my... own story. Bzuh? I'm not at all sure how to back-fill information, but I guess I can worry about that after I'm done.

I've missed the clan at Horace Walpole High though. Brand new school quarter, brand new potentially hilarious and awkward Home Ec class, brand new ghost-flavored winter adventures. I'm happy to be back.

No agent news. They're all off at Book Expo America until next Wednesday or so. No job news, either. Tomorrow is my last day. Lordy. That's weird, too.

I don't know what I'm going to do. About a job, about the book. Argh. I don't like this feeling at all as it pertains to my paycheck, but I do like this feeling as it pertains to an unexplored writing landscape. So... yeah. Heading out there with a water bottle and three matches. Wish me luck.

More cake, please!