sundries

Welsh cakes for breakfast.

We're thinking of going to see ENRON here. Anyone know if it's worth the hassle and price (tickets aren't that widely available so it's pricey and a hassle to get tickets for)?

You may have caught this several days ago (when it was first sent to me, but I was on the road to the UK and sort of spaced it until now): It's about being trans in fandom and addresses a lot of things, including what all those genderswap fics that go around during lgbtfest are, and are not. Good reading for all.

I still need to write about our visit to Kensington Palace, but it deserves as much narrative ability as our trip to Cardiff, and I'm waiting for the inspiration to strike.

Yesterday the inn we're staying at in CT next month called, because they couldn't run my card for a deposit, since it got canceled when I lost it. The whole conversation was surreal, because I was totally startled by the American accent and the person who called couldn't understand the current state of my accent, and the whole thing was complicated besides. But it's amazing how much people are happy to wait a week for their money if you sound like a moneyed world traveler.

I keep meaning to mention I ordered the set of Torchwood-inspired perfume oils from Rosemary Grace, and they're rather remarkable. I'll have to confess to Patty tonight that that's what they are, but I've been enjoying her reaction to them without the context.

What's new, not necessarily useful tech for? Cats! First the cats rode the Roomba, now they play with the iPad.

Sometimes, I miss experiencing media without expertise, but the truth is, I've never been without it. Dad's in advertising. I'm always seeing the angle. *sigh*

Secret: We've been watching Buffy and Angel before bed here. I am behind on episode recaps. Wesley is breaking my heart.

Less secret: I've now seen half of the first Eleven episode. I LOVE IT.

We ate at a pub last night and a pack of very drunk boys came in. I leaned over to Patty and said, "It's odd, in the States, I'd be worried they'd hit on us, here, I just assume they'll drunkenly climb on each other's shoulders, steal a bicycle and crash it into a wall."

Meanwhile, there's a big news controversy here about padded bikini tops for seven-year-olds. Primark has just decided to withdraw them from sale.

Dear BBC News: I NO LONGER CARE ABOUT THE RATS OUTSIDE THE TENT AT THE TORY MANIFESTO LAUNCH. Raaaaaats. Raaaaaaaaaats!

I'll add interesting news as it comes in.

things

- I am now the GLBT Business Examiner at Examiner.com, if you have a story idea for me, please let me know (i.e., are you a queer small business owner? executive? participant in your company's diversity committee? talk to me).

- Textbroker is now making me fax them a copy of my passport, because I had the temerity to register from a UK IP address and now they don't believe ALL THE OTHER INFORMATION I PROVIDED THEM THAT I AM A US CITIZEN. I worked hard not to be snarky in my reply to them.

- OMG, I JUST ATE THE BEST INDIAN FOOD IN EVER. Seriously, all our other meals have been decent, but I don't see any reason to eat anything other than Indian food in this country. And this, from me, who HATED Indian food five years ago. OMG SO GOOD.

- We are totally thinking of going to a Bhangra club night this weekend.

- I finally can say Ianto properly and not like Jack does. Patty mocks me.

- Speaking of Patty, she's in the bathtub. Why am I on the Internet? zoom....