sundries: late night, very random

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Little Kitty's ashes are back. I need a cat urn. It doesn't need to be cat-shaped. It needs to be round and squat though, like Little. I don't really have the emotional energy for the research (I tried). Any vendor recs?

Dreamwidth is under attack from anti-free speech trolls of the sort that may have precipitated the LJ StrikeOut thing. I don't really need to underline all the ways in which I have NO patience for this, do I?

I have just discovered the Whuffie Bank, and that I have nearly as many Whuffies as Lexa Doig. Despite telling you this, I don't know what it means.

Project Runway is back in NYC. Thank god.

Did any Jack/Alonso work show up while I was gone other than the piece by xtricks? Anyway, trying not to read, as I spent a lot of time on the boat (duh) cogitating on my own piece which I hope to be awake enough to write tomorrow.

Speaking of Alonso.... I'm seeing the rumors everywhere that he's in the not officially announced TW, S4 -- are any of the rumors from good sources? I haven't been back long enough to really look or poke my own sources with sticks.

Charity List and Haiti-related links to come. I need to be awake to do it, and obviously, people are ahead of me.

Started reading Sherlock Holmes on the boat. No one told me about the Mormons. Or the purple prose.

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The only real thing I've heard about Alonso in Torchwood is one comment from John Barrowman about how he'd like to see it happen, and an interview with Russell Tovey in which they ask him if he thought he might reprise the character in the future. The Barrowman thing is just him blabbing as he always does, probably doesn't mean anything. But the Russell Tovey bit is a little more intriguing.


Is there a chance for you to reprise that role again after this?
"Surely. Yes. Sorry, I'm not allowed to say anything!"

From here. (http://www.digitalspy.com/tv/interviews/a191004/russell-tovey-being-human.html)

Of course that could mean anything, from him just messing with our heads to him being in it. Who can tell.