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We are now, I hope, a plague-free household. It's been a rough couple of days here.

Severe flooding in Queensland continues: the airport's going to be closed for weeks. The flooded area is the side of NSW; transportation has been reduced to boat travel basically; and electricity has intentionally been cut in places so that there's no electrocution.

A musical is always about its human problems: the story of Via Galatica.

Beneath the city.

This is what we mean when we talk about how New York is grown in upon itself. Among other things, the city is filled with old building we've cut the tops off of: the Black, Starr & Frost building. I walk by this thing near every day, but this is the first time I've heard of the tower.

Illumination Atellier.

LJ'er in need: sick house made people sick and now everything's a big mess. Mold is serious business folks.

ranalore has a big meta post about her yuletide fics for me, which is totally awesome. I still can't believe I got both those stories. I was literally hiding under the blankets with squee as I read them.

We are closing in on the end of Angel. I love, LOVE, LOVE Wesley's deal with Ilyria. So wrong and yet so right. This is not the Wesley I should understand best, but I do.

Believe it or not, New Year's cards are coming.