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Our Lies by Rasputina is a thing of genius.

It's raining. Again. I've sheltered the plants as much as I can, because it's just too much water. If it would just be dry for a day so we could have bees we'd have tomatoes growing on all or most plants.

I think I am making an emo!Ianto mix. Because I can. It's really cracky, though. So I'm not sure if I'm actually going to share.

I'd like one day this week wherein my getting an early start actually means I finish early, as opposed to meaning "bullshit expands to fit the space available."

Last night Patty and I went to one of the Iran protests here. We're in a lot of pictures. Participants were mostly Iranian, and I was surprised, expecting to see more random supporters, although we were out in force too. I'm glad we went. Afterwards, we bought groceries.

Speaking of Patty. She's doing so well in the Science Scouts. Ha. They need an auxiliary for poor, long-suffering partners. I'm just saying.

Obama killed a fly. PETA freaked out. I'm still freaked out about it, because he was so fucking intense and satisfied about it. To be frank, it was kind of creepy, although I now totally get why he and Emmanuel are BFFs.

As usual, thanks for liking my digital speechifying. Particularly cool?

eumelia got asked to translate it into Hebrew and is so doing.

I am reading The Angel's Cut with great satisfaction. It is, thus far, a lesser book than The Vintner's Luck, but I'm glad of that too. It's as it should be.