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Having a number of things to tell you, I'm going to fall back on that tried-and-true method of delineating post subjects first popularized by

popnography, the caret.

> I have a new livejournal layout. Bask please. Thanks to CSS kung fu courtesy

projectjulie, we hacked the guts out of my old bloggish layout and translated it into a slashy ode to the doomed and tragic love between Mars rovers Spirit and Opportunity. The text and inspiration come from a painting we saw in a neighborhood coffee shop (currently on fire) by a nice man named Rob something. He said the painting was earmarked for his girlfriend, or I'd'a hocked my -- damn, I ain't got a thing left to hock -- for a piece of it. He's got a website, but a) the art's not up yet and b) I don't remember his name (and the painting, with his name, is stuck there on the wall of the building still, as before, currently on fire). Watch this space.

> So that HP:DH reaction post I wrote came, as evidenced by the preponderance of noun-lists, repetition, and a seeming obsession with the word "quest," under the powerful influence of Ambien, which, as long-time readers here at Eating Hard Candy Alone, makes Sab hilarious crazypants! So at first I was all, I'll apologize for my Ambienated squee and post a more reasoned academic post later, but as days went by, I realized more and more how much I enjoyed basking in my own squee, and so I've set up a summer home here and don't plan to leave for points critical until the very last boat out. I came to the party looking for a sweeping, dark adventure, and totally got what it said on the can. I'd be selfish to ask for anything more.

> We're watching Damages, with Glenn Close and Rose Byrne (Rose Byrne Rose Byrne!), and the gay really does go to eleven. Glenn Close is friggin' scary-ass, and the whole show is basically The Devil Wears Prada: The Creepy Drama. Tune in if you've got any attraction to hot girls, sinister lawyeresses, manipulative violence, semi-annoying backwards story telling, or the marvel that is Ted Danson.

> Time for a brief friendation mixer! First off,

furies, meet

ubil; you are both studying psychology in its various forms and have similar draws and insight into that long dark teatime of the human brain. Second, there's no excuse for any of you not to know

nerdcakes my fannish kindred spirit in everything from Jeremiah and B5 to Seinfeld and Annie Hall, with a love for M*A*S*H doctors, Trek doctors, Green Wing doctors and The Doctor. And she just finished Sports Night, folks! If you like Sab, you'll love

nerdcakes. And confidential to

nerdcakes: next on your list should be the first five seasons of Cheers. Seriously. Have I ever been wrong before? Hush. We'll talk. Also in wonderful flist news, the long-lost

septicemic has begun posting again, though sporatically and with painfully long stretches in between where we miss the hell out of her, but mostly we love that she's back, and brilliant, and a good addition to any flist anywhere. Comic people should friend

likeadeuce; bandom/World-of-Wentz people should friend

annavtree: in both cases, come for the fandom, stay for the blogs. And last but not least, a big hello to my newest friend

twentyfivepast, whose presence on my flist has made me smile for the last two days. Hi, new friend!

> Comic-Con! First, somebody give me the quick-and-fannish skinny on the Torchwood panel Thursday? Did Chris Chibnall and Noel Clarke knock your little Welsh socks off? Second, updates on Hewlett and the Lanteans from today's panel would be gratefully appreciated. We'll be there tomorrow, so

projectjulie can have a sexy date with Mary McD and we can ogle the Hot Ladies of BSG...unless someone currently in San Diego and with floorspace or a hotel room could give us a place to crash tonight? Please? *shows a little leg*

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thassalia's cat came back! Best news all day. Now I'm hungry.