Coming home yesterday, weary but replete. We walked across the dark tarmac, and it was so hot that the scent of surrounding cedars and pines filled the air like incense, even managing, for a moment, to obscure the smell of cars from the nearby highway. I shambled my way towards the door of our apartment and pondered what's missing ( Read more... )

Remember the One and Other project in London I mentioned?


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Why Turrets make bad babysitters.

*coughs*

Moving on. (Blame gwynnthiere for that one, btw.)

Also, shared this with a ton of folks yesterday, so here. Gorgeously beautiful, desperately sad, Jonathan Coulton a capella song.

The return of absinthe? Let's hope so...

And the Watchmen movie is back in production. Let's see how long it lasts this time ( Read more... )