So, there's a review up for the Woodiwiss... except not really.  Le sigh.  Like the Fast before it, I was tricked, misled by Amazon.com and helpful people with their slightly not quite right recommendations.  Nevertheless, let it not be said that I don't learn from my mistakes.

I should really hit the de Palma/Williams film next, or even the Friedman/Rydell as that's next in line, but my male counterpart is snoring away right next to the television, and considering that he went to bed around 5:30 this morning, I haven't the heart to wake him with all the screaming guitars and frantic pencil-scribbling.  So for the moment we'll go to the Greenberg anthology, and hope that we can get a film churned out on Tuesday when I'm off from work.

Also, with a groan I realized that the Woosley/Kisgen film was going to be out on Monday, but I appear to have been spared the axe for another month; the film has been pushed back to January 31st.  For all the good it will do me, little masochist that I am.

It seems I have blogged too soon.  The Grell and Binkley just showed up.  Huzzah!  I've added them to the creaking pile, for later perusal.

John thinks the Grell is the best thing he's ever seen.  And, really, who can resist the combination of Phantom and Batman?  I certainly can't.

The Webber review is up!  Everyone, come do the dance of completed work with me.  It's liberating!  Yeah, I know I said it would be up yesterday, but I didn't take into account a sudden bout of hypersomnia (though considering at what time the kittens woke me up yesterday morning, I probably should have).

Despite some headaches with getting everything posted, I'm extremely grateful to get that monster out of the way.  It's probably a lucky thing that the next one on my list, the Woodiwiss, is much lighter fare.  However, I'm worried that this will turn out to be another Beast-esque fiasco, and I'm sort of scared to open it up and find out.

Anne, literary wuss.  Who knew.

First of all, merry Christmas to everyone.  Glad we got that out of the way.

Secondly, I know I'm a terrible slacker, but I promise the Webber review is 3/4 done and should be up some time tomorrow so I can get on with my life already.  In the meantime, I ordered a few more small things (but all my wallet will be able to handle for quite some time, I fear) and will be anxiously awaiting their arrival.  I still have not received the Aumack or the Flynn that I ordered a month ago, so I've sent out queries about those and hopefully the situation will be resolved soonish.

Back to writing for me.  Woohoo!

Yesterday was my birthday, so I was a lazy beeyotch.  Feel free to sue me.  However, in the spirit of garnering sympathy for my lazy ways, here's a photo of my To Be Read shelf (well, really, my To Be Read coffee table... I don't have the shelf space to spare at the moment), full of Phantomy goodness:



Of course, there's going to be a lot more than that--I estimate about ten more books, not to mention twice as many DVDs and way more than just those two lonely CDs there--but it's a start, isn't it?

The Fast review is up... such as it is.  You see, the thing is, it turns out that the book had nothing to do with the Phantom story after all.  What a bummer, huh?  I'm leaving it on here as a reminder that I need to be less sloppy about things.  Besides, we can learn from our failures, right?

I'm much less upset about this than I could be, because it means I don't have to finish that miserable novel.  Woohoo!  On to more relevant and enjoyable works!

I should really get the Webber up next.  It's daunting because it's a big project, and also because I know the damn thing really well and it's difficult to approach it from a completely unbiased standpoint.  However, since so many other things are based upon it, I really should get the monster over with so I can move on.  Alas.

As John is prone to saying, "Zomg."

Another package came today, with two more books from my Phantom list (Deney and Newman)!  Apparently John just went down the line.

He is the best boyfriend ever.