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Someone stole the sign from Auschwitz. With what intent is unknown, but I'm not sure I can think of a creepier artifact on the entire planet to have gone missing.

CNN legitimizes the War on Christmas "debate" by treating the whole thing as if it's an actual discussion or, for that matter, actual news.

Judges in Oklahoma are deciding whether the general public should be able to look-up online whether you've had an abortion. The implications of this one are terrifying and include the potential for a lot of job discrimination.

Tiny gingerbread houses! That perch on your mug of cocoa! via schpahky

Look, this isn't really a spoiler for The End of Time, but there are a couple of production stills in the article. John Simm. As the Master. In a gag. I could look at that picture ALL DAY.

Patty is safely in Ohio visiting her family, despite epic traffic last night that made us wonder just a bit if she'd make her flight (friends were less lucky). I won't have her back until New Year's Day and miss her already (it is cold in our bed!) but this isn't a very long time for her to be gone considering what digs are like.

In the realm of "2009 is completely stupid" the door to the office in our apartment came off the hinges last night. We were not, in fact, having sex up against it at the time.

It's supposed to snow tomorrow. And snow a lot. I am almost excited.

But meanwhile, did I mention it's fucking cold? I've been resisting breaking out the great coat because even though it's the warmest thing I own, it weighs about ten pounds and isn't really fun to wear on the subway. Also, it's a little weird now that Americans have actually seen Torchwood -- I mean those ads were all over the buses for _months_.

There is now tinsel up on the Ianto memorial at Mermaid Quay.

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- Nothing says mourning like tinsel.

Actually, this is sort of on point. One of the things I'm going to talk about in the paper is (particularly when I reference historical instances of mourning for fictional characters) the idea of going to graves/memorials to celebrate things like birthdays and holidays and the degree to which that in particular has come into play with the Mermaid Quay display.