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I cut my hair!

Patty has chosen a living situation in Cardiff and I believe is moving in there today. There are chickens. Someone, please use the chickens detail in a Torchwood fic.

Dress has been altered thanks to marchek. After I bought shoes for it, which were higher than I intended but are super comfy, and an industrial bra that basically takes me form a B-cup to a DD-cup, I decided it didn't need to be shortened, it just needed to be nipped in slightly on one side, and it has been. So it looks great, even if it's pure technology. Perhaps, that's entirely suitable.

I fear I am getting Patty's cold. Add to this that I need to get up at 4am tomorrow because of one of those vagaries of media-related employment and I'm full of dread. Mostly, I just need to power through the event tomorrow night, and then if I get sick, I get sick, although I'd rather manage to power through this whole week -- what with the Paley Center and the Inception rehearsal.

We haven't gotten any mail at the house in several days, which is pretty unusual. Should I be concerned about this in a "some asshole did a change of address on me" or something similar way?

Last night I tried to start my "It Gets Better" video. I've run into a few problems, including that most of the anti-gay bullying I experienced was during my completely horrific freshman year of college; that's not very promising is it? Maybe I should be vague. Also, somewhere towards the end of messing with it last night I sort of had a "Oh, this is how iMovie works!" breakthrough that has now led me to being all "scrap this, story board, start again, be awesome!" which on on hand is unnecessary, but on the other hand, does speak to greater cogency. Also, the power of editing is awesome, because it helps the directorial imagination, but wow, I HATE EDITING. At least with iMovie. It's a patience thing. MAKE IT GO. GRah.

If the aliens come, the UN has a plan.

I mentioned Sukkah City last week, here's an article about it.

An amicus brief opposing gay marriage has been filed to the 9th Circuit from Alabama, Florida, Idaho, Indiana, Louisiana, Michigan, South Carolina, Utah, Virginia, and Wyoming. Just so you know which states are on notice.

What's being sold in ads that feature "female empowerment"? I generally hate those ads. To some people they're inspiring. To me they say "you're nothing, but if you buy this thing, you can feel like you have one tiny little choice in the world."

Branding carrots as junk food to get kids to eat them.

The Kafkaeqsue legal wrangle over Kafka's papers.

"The Ecstasy of Grief" by eleusis_walks: an essay on the death of Jenny Calendar in Buffy which I'm linking to for my own reference because it's about death stuff.

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If given a choice between chocolate or raw carrots, it's a tossup which my children will take. Chocolate is a sometimes-treat that they do enjoy, but they looove carrots. We stopped by the farm market (as in, a Big farm that has its own pre-picked veggies market) and I had to threaten my daughter to keep her from stealing apples. I did sneak a couple of bites from the apple that she had taken, a Courtland, and oh man was it good. (Fortunately, the staff are very understanding about greedy little fingers and do encourage courteous sampling. Taking one bite out of each apple in a basket would be way out of line; taking one apple out of a basket and devouring it is acceptable. I had to check last year when she took an apple, took one bite, and then hid in an unreachable spot until she'd finished the apple.)

The problem with fruits and veggies is not that they don't taste good. The problem is that the parents aren't eating enough of 'em, or they're not buying good enough produce. If you can't get it directly from a farmer or farmers' market, getting produce from the fancy, preferably organic, stores is your best bet. (Whole Foods does not suck. Trader Joe's is too boutique-y for me. My Organic Market is a DC-metro "crunchy granola" chain that is absolutely stupendous.)