sundries

Yeah, so have not gotten my Friends of the Text thing done.

Hey, contract came last night. Yay. I don't think I'm supposed to talk about it yet because the volume hasn't been officially announced. But it's a good thing. Happy post-office day.

I am getting antsy about knowing scheduling things for D*C, but what can you do? Lots of this is that many tracks say "we will tell you what's going on by this date" and then don't, because, quite legitimately, they are very busy, all-volunteer and the unexpected does happen. But it's not good for my impatience.

Last night, my mother asked if I was going over to help Patty get settled in Cardiff when she goes. It seemed like the only good time to say "No, because that doesn't make sense, but I'm probably going to go spend Thanksgiving with her." I expected a shitstorm. I was wrong. My mother TOTALLY understood. So, uh, yeah. That's half a plan. I'm grateful. We'll refrain from examining the complete absurdity that will be me trying to cook a gluten-free Thanksgiving meal for two (or who knows, if Patty collects some random ex-pat friends) in Cardiff.

Also sent in the RSVP for the wedding in Chicago today. I need to make hotel reservations.

Speaking of heat, because Chicago is the devil in August, the heat here is really grinding me down.

Completely cranky that Patty and I found out about the New York Waterfront thing this weekend too late to get reservations on any of the really cool boats. We may try standby stuff. Or we may spend a fun afternoon in Brooklyn. Or we may blow the whole thing off and go to the Plaza's new Food Hall instead.

Whale! Seriously, is the whale okay?

A business executive was shot and killed by a police officer at a gay cruising spot. The officer says the executive propositioned him, then tried to flee when the cop moved to arrest him, eventually trying to disarm the cop. There are all sorts of ways this cause could prove to be more ugly than it already is. I fear all sorts of worst.

The latest on the clocktower. Patty's rightfully fascinated by this apartment, so real-estate update for her. Also, I think it's a near moral obligation that whoever gets the apartment be a Doctor Who fan, ne?

I have not seen Sherlock yet, which I need to get on (ETA: Oh! Apparently no one has, except all the various people I follow on Twitter with various in's to advance showings. Gotcha. So lovely not to be behind.). White Collar and Covert Affairs thoughts posted last night. There's way too much TV that is relevant to my interests lately both personally and professionally, and it's awesome, but more than a little inconvenient.

over in my other life...

... which is really only about six inches away from here:

Amateurism, sentimentality and kidney stones.