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I got my name back! Seriously. After much unbelievably stupid hassle because a) I'm a flake, b) someone thought that my being in a movie meant that my name as a domain would be worth something, c) me being stubborn and again a flake, delchi helped me rescue my domain. So I can has again. Now I just need to make something new and exciting for it.

Snow.

No, really. Snow. And no one in my fucking neighborhood has plowed shit. Which is charming until you have to walk six blocks to the subway. I called 311 and reported just about EVERYONE. Individual private owners get a pass -- the Duane Reade and the corporation that owns our apartment building? not so much.

I'm perversely enjoying the poor United Airlines tweeter trying to pacify people on Twitter about call hold times related to flight delays/cancellations because of the snow.

The holiday cards have finally been ordered. We'll be sending them out right before the cruise. They're fabulous this year. If you want one, comment here.

I have found men's shoes that fit me! At Target. Also, suddenly the Payless in our neighborhood has men's shoes in my size. None of these come near what is appropriate for a tux, but SO much better than what I had before that I've now at least reached something I can live with.

I really want to finish my Yuletide tonight. I do not want to be writing down to the wire. At all.

I watched about half of Doctor Who, S4 last night. While some individual episodes are better than others (and there are a few I find terribly weak), as an arc (and this is really true of all the seasons and it's why I can forgive RTD & co for a lot) it's really, really, fucking masterful. Knowing what's to come both in DW and TW, every episode pretty much has a moment that leaves me in tears, Fires of Pompeii and Planet of the Ood particularly. I should have been counting deaths and stuff last night watching it for Bristol, but I was just enjoying it as background noise to other tasks.

It's another report from The Art of Manliness, which is one of the blogs that explains over and over that the way to be a man is not to be a woman, or something. Most of the time the thing is pretty offensive, but I get the daily emails because of occasional very useful clothing info or odd historical stuff of interest. Anyway, today's OMGWTFBBQ from them was a 1949 definition of "boy" penned by Alan Beck. Oh, good, you're already giggling. Anyway, the thing is exactly what you'd expect for 1949, but it had this one little phrase that I just absolutely adore and I may do something with in fic: "a boy has... the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap." Okay, most of you are rolling your eyes at me, but the Torchwood fen are nodding along, aren't you?

My Boy Builds Coffins. sushis just turned me on to this song, which is going onto the Bristol death paper mix immediately.

I bought a new winter beanie today. It is two shades of blue with grey trim. And it has waffle texture. It's like the most awesomely boy thing ever.

I'm not one of those people that's like "cops are assholes," but I'll say this -- my 50-page investigative reporting project for my journalism degree was on police brutality in DC, so my patience for DC cops in particular, even if that was fifteen years ago, is pretty fucking low (we do not, for instance, shoot a deaf man for not answering your questions during a riot - he can't hear you!). Which means, I have to pass along video of a DC detective pulling a gun on a bunch of people who threw snowballs at his Hummer. Fucking DC. CityPaper also has a detailed account of events.

Do you know what charms me? When anyone I know even really super vaguely gets to go to Australia for the first time, and I think "you will fall in love." I'm really hoping that 2011 might mean Patty and I can go. I miss it. We just travel so much it's hard to make room for something like that.

Hee! redstapler just called me from some suburban supermarket where she is picking me up gluten-free ciabatta (yes, from a trusted brand/packager, after yesterdays gluten-free fraud report).

I miss Patty liek woah.

Comments

[delchi.livejournal.com]

Snow!

It really was not that big deal of a storm. I drove through it with amazing ease. Granted i watched people spin out and weave all over the place. Guess NJ people have to learn the hard way that you can't do 60 in snow on an un-plowed road.

It just doesn't snow like it used to.

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

All the weirdness of a world constantly on film, constantly mugging for the cameras and evils of reality television aside - I love how fucking crazy it is that *everyone* and their dog has a camera these days.

[dremiel.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the message.

[graene.livejournal.com]

My family friend from Australia that you had coffee with? Just got engaged. Don't know if you made contact with them during NIDA, but get the number again if you do go. By then the renovations to family home should be complete and they like sharing the beauty.

[ayoub.livejournal.com]

Snow... Thankfully, we haven't had much of the stuff!

And I agree, the arcs in recent series of Doctor Who have been amazing!

[tree00faery.livejournal.com]

Hee, I watched like half of Doctor Who series 4 last night also. Got it as a late Chanukah present. And yeah, it's so much worse (better) watching DW when you know what's going to happen at the end. It's not worth much because I cry really easily, but Pompeii totally had me in tears, several times.

*sigh* I can't say I'm surprised at the DC police story. Though, generally, I've found the park police to be even worse.

[orlacarey.livejournal.com]

the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap.

but, but, but that's my definition of a girl!

[ubixtiz.livejournal.com]

a boy has... the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap.

Huh. I like it, I think.

[redstapler.livejournal.com]

I'm at a Wegmans, in case any of your readers want to keep their eyes out. :)

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

God, just thinking about Season 4 makes me tear up. After I watched Waters of Mars again I burst into tears... *sigh* being mushy hearted isn't easy.

That definition of a boy is just beautiful. Would that work for a semi-femmy grrl?

As for shoes... man oh man, when I found these (http://www.senseofashion.com/Cala/items/4210/Oxford-Shoes) my dad demanded I go back to the shop and ask if they had a pair is men's size! They're just too awesome :)

Sorry for the multiple edits.

[qthelights.livejournal.com]

OMG YOU MUST COME BACK TO OZ.

And do Melbourne this time, 'cause we rock just as much as Sydney (okay, more... it's true).

[torenheksje.livejournal.com]

I'm so in love with Florence + the Machine. ;c)

[dskasak.livejournal.com]

Season 4 is a great redemption for the Tinkerbell Jesus ending of Season 3. Donna is the companion that Ten has needed since his regeneration, and in episodes like Planet Of The Ood and Turn Left, she proves as much (though it can be argued that her absence also proves the same in Midnight).

[austengirl.livejournal.com]

I do love that Florence and the Machine song, most of the album is excellent.

[better-late24.livejournal.com]

Fires of Pompeii relates a lot to Waters of Mars, doesn't it? Just in terms to the Doctor's reaction to letting tragedy happen. And ditto to there being some random crap episodes in there, but overall...yeah, a good season. And sort of brutal.

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

- do you need my address?

- I keep almost unsubscribing to AoM. It's a massive contributor of late to my "ARGH, HATE!" mood. Fortunately, Buck Angel is sort of my anti-AoM. (Yeah.)

- And WTF? Gun over snowballs? Fuckery.

[editrx.livejournal.com]

The RTD-era of DW, in particular Tennant's years ... man, I'm going to miss it like woah. I'm going to be a mess of tears by New Year's, I'm sure.

DC police. Lord. I grew up in DC; I think you knew that. In the late '60s I remember seeing cops pull guns on kids who pelted their squad car with snowballs during that enormous snowfall in (I think it was) 1967 or 1968. I'm somehow not surprised it happened again. 14th & U -- that's near Howard University, if I recall correctly.

This is yet another reason I made the decision not to move down to DC when Elric got that job at Georgetown Univ (that and not even closely being able to afford to live in the worst of the worst areas we could find in MD); it used to be a horribly crime-ridden area with cops that did shit like that. I swear it's worse now.

[sociallyawkrd.livejournal.com]

What size shoes do you wear in women?

I say this because Thomas wears a size 7 women's and a size something or other in boy's and it might be easier if you have that size(ish) feet to find tux appropriate shoes in boy's sections.

He requested a tux for Christmas and I have been able to find the right shoes for him in his boy's sizes.