2009-12-20

I got my name back! Seriously. After much unbelievably stupid hassle because a) I'm a flake, b) someone thought that my being in a movie meant that my name as a domain would be worth something, c) me being stubborn and again a flake,

delchi helped me rescue my domain. So I can has again. Now I just need to make something new and exciting for it.

Snow.

No, really. Snow. And no one in my fucking neighborhood has plowed shit. Which is charming until you have to walk six blocks to the subway. I called 311 and reported just about EVERYONE. Individual private owners get a pass -- the Duane Reade and the corporation that owns our apartment building? not so much.

I'm perversely enjoying the poor United Airlines tweeter trying to pacify people on Twitter about call hold times related to flight delays/cancellations because of the snow.

The holiday cards have finally been ordered. We'll be sending them out right before the cruise. They're fabulous this year. If you want one, comment here.

I have found men's shoes that fit me! At Target. Also, suddenly the Payless in our neighborhood has men's shoes in my size. None of these come near what is appropriate for a tux, but SO much better than what I had before that I've now at least reached something I can live with.

I really want to finish my Yuletide tonight. I do not want to be writing down to the wire. At all.

I watched about half of Doctor Who, S4 last night. While some individual episodes are better than others (and there are a few I find terribly weak), as an arc (and this is really true of all the seasons and it's why I can forgive RTD & co for a lot) it's really, really, fucking masterful. Knowing what's to come both in DW and TW, every episode pretty much has a moment that leaves me in tears, Fires of Pompeii and Planet of the Ood particularly. I should have been counting deaths and stuff last night watching it for Bristol, but I was just enjoying it as background noise to other tasks.

It's another report from The Art of Manliness, which is one of the blogs that explains over and over that the way to be a man is not to be a woman, or something. Most of the time the thing is pretty offensive, but I get the daily emails because of occasional very useful clothing info or odd historical stuff of interest. Anyway, today's OMGWTFBBQ from them was a 1949 definition of "boy" penned by Alan Beck. Oh, good, you're already giggling. Anyway, the thing is exactly what you'd expect for 1949, but it had this one little phrase that I just absolutely adore and I may do something with in fic: "a boy has... the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap." Okay, most of you are rolling your eyes at me, but the Torchwood fen are nodding along, aren't you?

My Boy Builds Coffins.

sushis just turned me on to this song, which is going onto the Bristol death paper mix immediately.

I bought a new winter beanie today. It is two shades of blue with grey trim. And it has waffle texture. It's like the most awesomely boy thing ever.

I'm not one of those people that's like "cops are assholes," but I'll say this -- my 50-page investigative reporting project for my journalism degree was on police brutality in DC, so my patience for DC cops in particular, even if that was fifteen years ago, is pretty fucking low (we do not, for instance, shoot a deaf man for not answering your questions during a riot - he can't hear you!). Which means, I have to pass along video of a DC detective pulling a gun on a bunch of people who threw snowballs at his Hummer. Fucking DC. CityPaper also has a detailed account of events.

Do you know what charms me? When anyone I know even really super vaguely gets to go to Australia for the first time, and I think "you will fall in love." I'm really hoping that 2011 might mean Patty and I can go. I miss it. We just travel so much it's hard to make room for something like that.

Hee!

redstapler just called me from some suburban supermarket where she is picking me up gluten-free ciabatta (yes, from a trusted brand/packager, after yesterdays gluten-free fraud report).

I miss Patty liek woah.

2009-12-20

sundries

most hilarious wacked out theory I've heard on the Internet in AGES

Dear Yuletide Santa redux

missing Chicago-area teen