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We got our lease renewal and the rent went down.

More than a bit swamped right now, especially with WriterCon coming up.

I am disappointed in the lack of romantic impulses in Torchwood fandom. Y'all started a ton of charity efforts (yay!), mailed coffee to the BBC (without comment I note that apparently over 300 letters and parcels with such have been received), left flowers at the Tourist Office (okay, that was actually romantic, you big, beautiful freaks -- see comments for the pics!), came up with some really creative threats and invective against show creators (boo!), and no one, NO ONE, thought about the nature of storytelling and myth and wondered if Ianto really would be remembered in 1,000 years or what you'd actually have to do technically, to make that happen. Maybe I was just involved in too many shitty time capsule projects in grade school, but no one had this fleeting thought? BOO! Not my project, but someone should roll this around in their head a little, it's interesting as a thought exercise.

Getting paid to write an article about Rachel Maddow. This is less cool than you think.

When I have time, I need to write a long thing about my wacky Anubis thing.

HOW FUCKING GREAT IS THIS TOTALLY WEIRD BAND ON COLBERT RIGHT NOW?

The Do-it-yourself Mad Men Makeover is perhaps a little too fascinating to me.

Feeling a little tense about my flight to MN, as this is the shittiest possible weather to be flying it -- summer air is turbulent and we've been having freak thunderstorms and hail the last few days. I'm a baby about turbulence, and blech!

We freeze water in little souffle dishes that we then sit on their sides in the cats' water bowl. The ice just fell out of the one in there now, and Little is staring it with this hunting intensity that is hilarious.

There was other stuff, but lord knows what it was!