Monday, Monday

Hopefully I can trust this rainy day to end with me clutching a Maryland Inspection Certificate for Eddie II Giles. (As Mo points out that the interior is tweed, after all...)

Until then, a graphics-intense but totally hilarious take on the whole shipper war in Harry Potter.

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YAY, Giles passed inspection! Now all I need is to get the title in the mail so I can register and bolt the tags on. (And hopefully update said tags at the same time, as they expire in a couple of months.)

Y'know, I've watched a large portion of my f-list lust and squee over the new Dr. Who, while I, without computer capacity for torret feed, was left hanging. And now that I've gotten an eyeful of Dr. #10 and seen this casting spoiler news, I'm willing to skip right over Eccleston and lust in advance for Tennant. Whoo Hoo, how fast can we get YOU on DVD?

Full length picture here. To steal a line from Dr. Who and the Curse of the Fatal Death, that's definately lick-the-mirror sexy!