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I did not wake up with any bizarreness in the middle of the night last night. I also had rice with terriyaki sauce for dinner, which Patty had to make because I have not yet mastered rice, because anything else seemed too challenging. On the other hand, now I am cured.

Yay, thing that was fucked up with new lease is now unfucked up. Although management company person on speaker phone, with music playing, filing your nails (yes, I could hear the emery board), you completely suck.

There was also an incident this morning involving city inspectors and a caulking gun.

Stanley Fish on plagiarism. It is, of course, Stanley Fish, which is to say, argue amongst yourselves.

The Ebell Club, a woman's social club in Los Angeles was founded at the end of the 19th century to provide a substitute for university education to women who were usually denied such opportunities because of school policies and family financial priorities. Keeping the club going in a time of broader opportunities, however, is a challenge.

Diagnosing appendicitis.

Fed up flight attendant makes one hell of an exit. Who wants to bet his story gets optioned for a movie deal?

Oyster battle: they can help clean polluted waters, but gov't agencies worry that means tainted seafood will reach consumers.

In the weirdest, least comprehensible event in the saga of the downtown Islamic cultural center is the proposal by an anti-gay media personality of opening a gay bar catering to Muslims next to it.

Meanwhile, the MTA has approved this really offensive ad with images of the planes flying into the WTC that opposes said Islamic cultural center.

Everything I hear about Torchwood S4 is making me so excited. Yesterday's big news, at least in my book, is that it will be taking place 2 years after the events of CoE. We're not sure if that means Ianto and Steven's deaths, or when Jack takes off from earth six months later. But it's a really compelling amount of time to me either way, in terms of where Jack's head is going to be, and is really a random piece of info I've felt those of us who want to be writing speculative S4 fic really, really need. I am all over this detail. ALL OVER IT.

Last night on Buffy: It's the apocalypse sex episode! Hey, own your tropes. Also, jeez, how is Spike the only grownup around? And really, King ARthur? The sword in the stone, really? What's most ridiculous is the degree to which it works, at least in the moment of watching.

Tonight, White Collar and Covert Affairs.

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[sevendayloan.livejournal.com]

And in a hilarious, if only tangentially related, combination of all three things, my mom was shot at in Colorado for being a Moslem.

[trinker.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear that it's in the realm of hilarious rather than tragic, by which I infer that she was shot at, wasn't hit, and wasn't cripplingly traumatized.

Ah, Colorado. Beautiful scenery, great skiing, ugly politics.

[sevendayloan.livejournal.com]

No, thank god, she wasn't actually hit. She can laugh about it now, but her associations with the American Midwest aren't exactly the fondest, and rather understandably, she refuses to go back.

I think that pretty much sums it up. :/ My Coloradian family members and I have to ... agree to disagree about certain political issues. Like gun control. Or, you know, Moslems.

[trinker.livejournal.com]

I have no idea what's in the water in Colorado Springs, that it spawns such hatefulness. (I don't know how I avoided it, I went to high school out there.) Boulder evidently has a different water supply.

[sevendayloan.livejournal.com]

Oh lordy, Colorado Springs. I have to say, I'm impressed by your miraculous escape. I considered applying to Colorado College for a while, when I was applying to university, but I have to admit, the location was a pretty big turn off. And my mom's stories certainly didn't help.

On the other hand, Boulder and I get along juuust fine.

[trinker.livejournal.com]

I had a limited time sentence. (Boarding school)