sundries

- The dry cleaner lost my breeches.

- While George Sand is a nearly perfectly reasonable thing to say to me when I'm wearing Regency men's clothes: no.

- You know, I've taken dance classes on and off at the Harkness Dance Center at the 92nd Street Y my entire life. The funny factor would have never occurred to me had it not been pointed out. And you (several of you) did. Mainly because of that scary fucking painting (which I've never noticed before).

- I have yet to ever do Regency dance without being besieged by plot-bunnies in pretty much every universe -- fanfic or my own stuff -- I write in.

- This slicking my hair back thing is really working for me.

- Isengart CD. Ah. The Alanis Morisette cover is particularly -- vivid.

- Dance class.

- Pride, briefly.

- WORK

- I'm really enjoying the current shift in the way I occupy space in the world.

- Grace.

- 26 days.

bwahaahah!

First, GIP!
Photo by woodencoyote
Icon by redstapler
Featuring marchek, redstapler, rm, airspaniel

Meanwhile, I told you torchwood_ny had a pterodactyl kite:

http://marchek.livejournal.com/11146.html

(seriously, Marci turned it into a photo essay, it's entirely hilarious. She tried to feed the thing chocolate -- I mean, conceptually anyway.)