sundries

[rm]

Rain, rain and more rain. It's finally supposed to be sunny again tomorrow, which is good as I think the plants are getting a little bored of this. The buds on the pepper have separated -- there are four, so hopefully there will be some interesting activity there soon. We're at three growing tomatoes and those other buds on the zebra, so hopefully we'll get some more new tomatoes going on around the end of next week. The other tomatoes are still too young for buds, and I'm picking up the last of the plants tomorrow.

The dress from Trashy Diva came in. It fits (thank god -- I wasn't actually sure my measurements were still the same) and it's much more a delicate thing than I had envisioned. It's less a startlet thing and more very thirties, very fragile, very (for those of you who have read the thing), dare I say it, Annie. Well, fuck, that's interesting. Maybe slicking back my hair and with some dark lipstick I can tart it up. Either way, I need to get some random stuff for my hair for it, because current haircut (which I still hate) is way too butch for it.

Which brings us to this weekend. Duchess Clothier is in town, and will be at Wit's End tomorrow and is having a fitting/sales thing on Sunday. I'm going to both. I own one suit. And I've got this new dress. And I'm all filled with consternation about it. I suppose I'll just have to take it as my mood comes on, but I need to get underpinnings for the dress, in case I do decide to wear it tomorrow. It may be lined, but it still needs a slip and a very 1950s bra. Also, New Yorkers, who is coming to what?

Patty gets home Monday or Tuesday (OMG, her family and planning -- hopefully we will learn things from each other as time goes on -- certainly, I think I am becoming more zen about this sort of stuff) and then her mom is staying around through Barn Dance!

Hey, my IMDB profile has been updated enough that there's now a schedule of when you (if you're in the States) can see me on your TV. That's a little weird. There is, of course, no need to go out of your way, as most of these things are brief if I'm visible at all. However, I do get residuals from Revolutionary Road so if you want to show it the love when the DVD release happens, I won't stop you.

The new Doctor Who companion has been chosen. She's cute, but, OMG, it's all so young. They better play up the Doctor's age, body aside. I'm just saying.

Is BBCAmerica really calling Torchwood fans "Torchies"? Really? But hey -- new online content: http://www.bbcamerica.com/content/262/index.jsp and the new trailer is AMAZING: (http://community.livejournal.com/torch_wood/4846412.html#cutid1)

Welcome, new people. Sometimes, I write smart stuff. Sometimes I write porny fanfic or talk about my illegal fire-escape garden. If you've got questions, feel free to ask 'em now. Meanwhile, I do actually read (or at least skim) my whole f-list, although I comment sporadically. It does take me a while to get to know names/icons/stories/etc. so if you'd like to introduce yourself here, you can do that too.

Just booked my WriterCon flights, which now means I've finished all con logistics for the rest of the year. That's AWESOME.

Comments

[sevendayloan.livejournal.com]

I don't know why I find it so cool that I can find you on IMDB, but I do. I mean, I already knew that you were all professional-like, but now it's official. Your acting is srs bzns. XD

I'm feeling bizarrely optimistic about the new companion. I was expecting to be all bummed (TOO YOUNG! TOO PRETTY! TOO FEMALE! WHINE!) but for some reason when I saw her picture and it really just clicked. I still hope that she's not from present day London, though.

Torchies? Are you serious? That sounds like a nickname for space-herpes or something.

[rm.livejournal.com]

She also was in the Pompeii episode, apparently.

[sevendayloan.livejournal.com]

As one of the Sibylline Sisters, right? She did well in that, if I remember correctly, though it's not really enough to judge by. I hope we get an interview with her soon. I'd like to learn more about her, as an actress.