rm | sundries

I just bought a lot of really sexy lingerie in pastel/candy colors. I have no idea why. Sometimes this happens. I blame the people in my head (Cissy wants a pony).

I am eating a salad with: spinach, grilled chicken, cheddar, bacon and carrots with honey mustard dressing. It's not healthy, but it wins.

Last night, while Patty and I were having dinner with my parents, I discovered that there really are potatoes that are red inside and flipped out. Now, I knew there were blue potatoes, and I used Patty's affection for them as inspiration when Kali and I wrote the whole alien marketplace/Jack cooking thing in Harbour at the end of IHNIIHBT, but I didn't know there were potatoes that were actually red inside. I AM STILL FREAKING OUT. Patty is buying me some at the farmer's market RIGHT NOW.

Fandom is making me unaccountably melancholy today. I've no idea why (even though there are often a million good reasons) and so I just blame menstruation.

Which means I feel like utter crap.

But tonight is Dances of Vice.

So if I do go to Infinitus and Patty is not on a dig at that time, it looks like she's going to come with so she can go to theme parks and ride rollercoasters while I do HP things.

Some fucking animal killed our lavender plant and made off with its pot.

I am suffering from what I suppose is best described as an inconvenient RPS bunny.

San Francisco people, Duchess Clothier is visiting your town. You know, just in case you want suits. And you do. They also have some cool stuff coming up in Portland, where they are based out of. If you go, say hi for me!

Dear John Edwards, Stop floating trial balloons and step up. Thank you.

The New York Times has reviewed Dil Bole Hadippa! which is interesting (and good!), as it's a Bollywood film with no Western angle as far as I can tell.

From the department of inexplicable: After viewing the Kindle edition page for my Harry Potter trivia book, 15% of people buy Pride and Prejudice instead. WHUT?