Randomosity

A couple links of general interest:

What do you do when a bunch of racist clowns come to your town? Send more clowns in to kick their asses.

Moira Cameron receives the title of Yeoman Warder of Her Majesty's Royal Palace and Fortress the Tower of London, and Member of the Sovereign's Body Guard of the Yeoman Guard Extraordinary. In other words, the Tower has its first female Beefeater. I love that grin on her face. I also dig the smile on the guy next to her.

Also, dark_aegis and wendymr have both finished multi-part Nine/Jack/Rose fics over on their LJs. (And I would assume Teaspoon, ladies?) One's about a temporal recursion, the other about the Doctor facing the consequences of the Time War on a frozen planet. Reading them at the same time occasionally made me think that the next part would have Rose and Jack repeat being frozen over and over, but I'm being a smartass. They're good. Go read.

ETA, thanks to who_daily: fantasyjax's intriguing essay on what "love of his life" means to someone who has 13+ lives when you say someone is the "love of the Doctor's life", it kind of invites asking, "which life?" He had ten. They're not indentical. Some of them are not even similar... We fall in love with a person as a whole, and very often our love is strongly influenced by very minor things. That is how we form attachments. And these things change extremely from Doctor to Doctor.

On the personal side of things, I'm torn between the ultimate "I've got good news and bad news." The good news is, Terry Pratchett is going to be in town. The bad news is, he'll be there the day I start traveling to join my family in Italy. (I wouldn't be so disgruntled about this if I didn't know that I'm going to be spending much of that day killing time in Newark Airport waiting for the connecting flight.)

Also, the most senior member of our department at work - in age and time working - died over Labor Day. Even while we're working to clear out her office and reapportion her work, it's somehow not quite real.

Post-Prandial Bento Note

So, last night I bought Chinese food. And before I start eating it, I start sticking it into bento boxes for later.

Data For Future Consideration:

1) Spreading out the rice in a layer on the bottom side of a 2-tier box and topping it with a layer of the food looks very nice and keeps very well. It also stretches the main dish to the point where you can fill three, maybe four boxes with it *and* eat it for dinner, so order extra rice.

2) Having it all compact like that microwaves decently. (1 minute, high)

3) There is no way in hell you can stick a fork in there without spilling food and rice all over your desk. It's going to take about five bites before you have enough room to eat, and even then, hold the bugger by your chin.

Item #1 is encouraging, Item #3 is going to require... something.

Really random non sequiturs

The Dickens Tea, the Team Wench charitable event that I thought of and then could muster neither energy nor money to launch, has been officially handed off. They will keep the three aspects that were the most important to me - a Victorian Christmas theme, a late afternoon schedule, and the American Heart Association (Go Red for Women) as the recipient of the charity. The new runners include the member of a tea club, someone who runs a similar event for her Girl Scout troop, and someone who is raring to have a TW event under her belt and has great, creative ideas. It's in good hands. Better hands than mine right now.

Yes, I do feel that there's a big weight off my shoulders.

I am becoming annoyingly evangelical about the morning yoga. (The one thing that absolutely nobody else on my f-list could give a rat's ass - sorry Nos - about, judging from the resounding silence.) "Remember my body doesn't work in the morning," M said warningly when I enthused. That's kind of the *point* to me - when the alarm goes off at 5 in the frickin' morning, the last thing I want to do is actually *get up.* But I can roll onto my back and flex my feet. That's not too bad. And then pulling up my knees isn't so bad, I'm still on my back... and a few more "and thens" I'm up on my feet and can face the day, even though it's still pretty much still the crack of "Why am I awake?"

Next up, trying to come up with a 3-5 minute routine to get the blood moving to combat the middle-of-the-afternoon post-lunch snoozes at work.

John Barrowman, you're an oversexed toddler. Don't ever change.

iTunes does not have the original Slade version of "Run Runaway." Dang.