Happy BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRTHDAY dear DEIIIIIIIIIIRDRE! Happy birthday to YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU! I am attempting to introduce this thing called a “weekend” into my life. My understanding is that “weekends” are like mini-vacations (which are not, it seems, tiny versions of where the Pope lives, after all) and come around every days. We went grocery shopping this morning. Ted said this was normal “weekend” behavior. I find participating in typical human rituals fascinating… We went into Dublin briefly yesterday. While having lunch, we saw James Cromwell. At least, I did. Ted is quite certain…
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Holy crap, he did it.
I am utterly flabbergasted that McCain chose Alaska governor Sarah Palin as his running mate. There were rumors, but it didn’t seem likely, what with her being a woman and utterly inexperienced on the national level of politics. It is, as one article said, a Hail Mary pass, and I have an absolute horror of it doing what they hope: pulling disenfranchised female Democrats to the Republican ticket. All I can think is I hope not one of the women who make that choice ever knows anybody who needs an…
sort of busy, I guess
I guess it’s been a sort of busy day. I swam and wrote helped clean the kitchen and worked up a messy little synopsis for a graphic novel project (because I don’t write enough). I said to /Ursula earlier today that I didn’t think I quite understood what a vacation was. She said, “Isn’t that where the Pope lives?” Just so. :) Maybe I wasn’t that busy. I don’t seem to have very much to talk about, anyway. Anybody, she asked vaguely, know what material the (Tenth) Doctor’s coat is…
doctor who & things
I am reminded to announce that sadly, I will not be attending MeCon this year. The world has not conspired to permit it. Mean ol’ world. I’ve been re-watching series 2 Doctor Who, having just recently re-watched the first series. I thought David Tennant had seriously channeled Christopher Eccleston for at least a few episodes, but in re-watching, I gotta say, nope, Ten’s very much his own man straight off. Also, the bit in The Christmas Invasion where he’s still in Nine’s clothes really, really echoed poignantly forward (or back)…
book things
War has erupted among the five Old Races, and Margrit Knight is responsible for the death that caused it. Now New York City’s most unusual lawyer faces her toughest negotiation yet. And with her gargoyle lover, Alban, taken prisoner, Margrit’s only allies–a dragon bitter about his fall, a vampire determined to hold his standing at any cost and a mortal detective with no idea what he’s up against–have demands of their own. Determined to rescue Alban and torn between conflicting loyalties as the battle seeps into the human world,…