sundries

Patty will be home on Friday. I can't wait.

Humans are weird. We are compelled to create things like the world's largest mug of hot cocoa for marketing purposes.

End of life decisions for the wealthy are proving to be particularly complicated this week because of changes in the estate tax in 2010. Families weigh whether it's appropriate to take heroic measures for loved-ones who may not want such so that they live until Jan 1.

I think I'm going to be pretty disinclined to do a decade retrospective -- I feel too tired and worn. Somehow, jonquil's post about Thatcher's racism didn't make me feel less tired and worn, even if the Thatcher years were even longer ago. Christ, Thatcher. Time to watch Watchmen again.

invisible_lift wrote "Allison" which is Tosh/Ianto and involves a strip club and, I believe, was sort of hatched by this really fucked up group outing to a strip club when we were all in Minneapolis and someone said "let's go see some classy burlesque" and I didn't say "burlesque is an art, not a euphemism." Er, yeah.

Prepare for The End of Time with Bingo cards. These are funny. They also made my heart hurt in places.

NY'ers: anyone know where I can get those anti-seasickness bracelets in the city before we leave for our trip on Jan 3? Also, underwater disposable cameras?

My tuxedo is stuck in customs. I know you know this, I just can't really get past it and whether it's hilarious or making me cry.

I'm going to see a rehearsal of my play tonight. It's freezing out and I have to go to Queens, but I'm trying to be sanguine about it all nonetheless. It'll be interesting to see the piece in a way that involves no one I know.

Last night I had a cab driver who said, "I came from Africa fourteen years ago, and people come here for the New Year, to see the buildings and the lights, and they do not know, Central park is the most miraculous thing. I called my family, and I said, you have to come to this country."

I have been sitting on a brilliant idea for an event for a few weeks now. It would be awesome. It would be fun. It would make good things happen for many, many people I know. I just have to write an email to one of those people pitching the idea. And I can't seem to make the email make sense. And I don't know why. It's driving me mad. I could save the whole matter until next time we see each other, but there's a timing element involved and I don't know if that will make it too late. Argh, the whole thing is a bit stupid.

Last night I dreamed I was in Bangalore, and there was a cat who looked just like Little Kitty that was a "train cat" that lived on commuter trains and ate scraps of food people dropped. I called her Curry Cat and was amused by her antics. I remembered this this morning while on the subway and standing next to a woman who's outfit for her baby in these frigid temperatures was a lion suit and the baby had body language that reminded me of Little.