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[ontology]

I had something witty and brilliant and intelligent that I wanted to say, but I can't remember what it was. (I did make biscuits today--American ones with buttermilk that turned out a bit less fluffy than I think they ought to have but which will taste very good with a bit of sausage and cheese later--but that doesn't make for much of an anecdote as nothing went interestingly wrong. Things often go interestingly wrong when I am baking. I managed to burn a batch of brownies so magnificently once that even the little chocolate chips on top were scorched through, which was really tragic.)

Bartholomew-the-kitten, who is not actually a kitten anymore but an adolescent cat who has apparently discovered girls for the first time, ran off two days ago, not even coming back for dinner, which was a bit worrying as he is not the sort of cat to miss a good dinner, but he finally turned up at the door this morning, noisy and hungry. We think he was chasing the female felines of the neighbourhood. He has been very repentant and purry and cuddly today, but also very noisy. And he keeps crawling into laps when the laps are sitting at tables and the people the laps belong to are having a plate of turkey.

I totally didn't squee publically enough about "The Shakespeare Code", which may or may not have been the best Doctor Who episode ever, and also may or may not have been the best bit of television I've seen in a long time. (I think I might have even liked it better than "Girl in the Fireplace", which means a lot. NEIL GAIMAN LIKED THAT EPISODE.) I mean, it had Shakespearian London. Which was very pretty. The historical episodes are usually magnificently pretty. And it had Harry Potter references and the Doctor quoted Dylan Thomas, which had me wibbling like the fangirl I am. (By the by, that couplet--'do not go gentle into that good night / rage, rage agains the dying of the light'--is tremendously Doctorish, innit?) And Martha, who kept on being pretty awesome. Also, briefly, Ten in an Elizabethan collar, which was nothing short of wonderful. (Wonder if people ever got those caught on doors and things? I mean, I'm always catching my cape on doorknobs and railings because they are in direct alignment with the arm-holes, and often I am innocently going up the stairs when I am yanked back by my renegade cape which has got itself curled round the end of the railing.) I ran around in circles in my bedroom for a while after I finished watching and jumped over stuff for a while.

One of these days I am going to stun all of you with my brilliance and structure and presence of mind. Today is not that day.

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[anthon1.livejournal.com]

I cooked lots today, and had an almost 100% char rate, which was excelent as I was cooking on a barbecue and I like my sausages and pepper ever so slightly crispy and the things that weren't burnt were the burgers. Then again, I once managed to burn spaghetti, so i should probably keep my mouth closed.

I am forever catching items of clothing on door-handles - usually sleevers, although on one memorable occaision I managed to catch a button on my shirt on the handle, somehow - although I am ever-so-slightly confused as to how a cape can have arm-holes.

[lady-moriel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's kind of why we don't let our kitty out roaming anywhere--well, she's spayed, so she wouldn't go looking for boys, but also she's declawed but doesn't know it most of the time, so she'd probably get beaten up by some tougher cat. She doesn't do much except lie around anymore, though; she seems to be less temperamental than she used to be, but she was more active when she was younger. Now she's just kind of a lump. >_<

"The Shakespeare Code" was SO MUCH SQUEE. I still wibble when I remember "Wait till you read book 7. I cried." That was the best thing ever. Except for the "Rage, rage against the dying of the light," which was also the best thing ever. WIBBLE.

I catch things on things too. Any time I'm wearing particularly flowy sleeves, I catch them on doorknobs and such. I don't wear scarves much, but after piratecaterina sent me a Ravenclaw scarf, I wore that for a while, and I kept worrying I'd catch that on something...well, and my ear buds are always getting caught on stuff. Like my arm, or my books, or whatever. What's most annoying, though, is when you're wearing a long-sleeved shirt and you're working in Fred Meyer, and you're going way too fast around racks because you're in a flaming hurry, and you keep catching your sleeves on hooks and stuff. It's very annoying and it makes you want to take a baseball bat to work and start laying waste. ...Actually a lot of things in such a job make you want to do that. (Don't ever work retail.)

And I still think about 90% of Four Quartets sounds like the Doctor directly inspired it. Among other things. You really, really need to write that Doctor-meets-Eliot fic.