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I have just visited the cat. While she is still not eating on her own and is still jaundiced, today she sat up, meowed, try to come out of her little hospital enclosure and was otherwise more interactive with me. She also seemed less bloated and seemed to be breathing better. While we could still get a lot of bad news tomorrow, this is the first time in days I've had actual hope for her, and it's good to see her less miserable.

Jack's back. Actually, I just chopped off all my hair. Thank god. I feel about a bazillion times better. It's cute (at least it was until the fucking hairdresser tried to make it flouffy -- LEAVE IT ALONE -- I AM NOT A POODLE). Once I wash it it'll be near perfect. I'll get a little trim before Gally, and we'll be good to go.

Okay, so the response to expensive cat illness shouldn't be retail therapy, but I caved and bought myself a new pair of eyeglasses. The frames are Ray-bans, god help me (only funny if you are a child of the 80s, I think) -- fairly rectangular, gunmetal grey, and really, really, REALLY awesome. I spent more than I wanted to, but hey, they'll be ready tomorrow. Transitions lenses too -- so sunglasses and not!

Hard Choice for a Comfortable Death: Terminal Sedation. I tried to read this last night, and failed, which is unlike me. Got through it this morning.

The NY Times on marching bands. But really? It just makes me want to watch Drumline again. I love that movie so much it's embarrassing.

Really need to order/get a stud set for my tux like five minutes ago. If not today, tomorrow. I resisted the urge to traumatize Patty with the easy availability of one celebrating her alma mater. Her alma mater is like a fandom. It's really scary.

cupidsbow is doing this brilliant thing of 12 Days of Cliche with Torchwood fan offerings. Day 2 was mpreg, which is weird in TW fandom, since a) it's canonically relevant (I say relevant as we don't know if Jack was lying or not) and b) it actually can be used to address a lot of other stuff that is central to TW canon. I find TW is the first and only fandom I'll read mpreg in, and I wonder why that is. It's not erotic to me, and it's certainly not making these men seem more familiar to me or my experience. I suppose it's the unlikeliness -- and that is familiar. Jack or Ianto having a damn baby is only marginally more absurdist than my having one. Or something.

marchek sent me a remarkable little poem, 221B, by Vincent Starrett about Sherlock Holmes, that in its first couple of lines really speaks to what I'm doing for the Bristol paper, and I think would also be of interest to many Torchwood fen.

While I didn't much care for Part 1 of The End of Time I gotta say the new trailers for Part 2 (especially this one) give me chills. I normally don't consider trailers spoilers, but these are pretty spoilertastic. I have a lot of hope that RTD's habit of making the second half of two-parters too big manifested in the first half this time, and that the second half is going to be cold and chilling. Also one of the other trailers has the sentence "he must stand at arms or lose himself and all this world." HELLO THEMES FROM CHILDREN OF EARTH, I SEE YOU.

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[51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com]

Aww, kitty.

Hairdressers always do the exact opposite of what I want with the styling part. Yet I let them do it and hate my hair all day until I wash it the next morning. I have faith that one day the result will be awesome, but I've been doing my own hair forever and I know where the cowlicks are. :D

[rm.livejournal.com]

Word. I always feel rude undoing their hideous styling handiwork, so I just wait it out.

[imaginarycircus.livejournal.com]

They get halfway through blow drying mine even though I told them it would not work and they look freaked out and either march me back to the sink or go nuts with a spray bottle. Fine curly hair turns into a dandelion clock when blow dried!

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

Yes, this.

I'm getting a hair cut tomorrow, and I know that I'll hate it until I wash it later that day.

[redstapler.livejournal.com]

I once had a pigeon crap on my head while on my way to my friend's wedding.

Luckily, I was meeting the bridal party at the salon. I walked in and requested an emergency hair wash. All was well until she dried it and started to do things that would make me look like Hillary Clinton.

I finally asked her to stop and if I could use the product on that shelf over there. Thank GOD they carried the line I prefer.

I felt like a dick, but it was an unplanned situation, and I knew how I wanted to look.

[51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com]

I feel bad too, so I just sort of... let them.

I had a haircut for a holiday party this month and she took FOREVER with it, so I had to just go home and dress. It was okay, but oddly curled with the round brush and blow dryer. And I felt like I was wearing a wig. :D