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This weekend is fangirl heaven. In addition to all my favorite whoverse charecters that aren't dead on yesterday's awesome Doctor Who, "Ice Blues" from the Donald Scratley Mysteries is going to air today and tomorrow.

Scifi one day and detective stories the next. The only way this would be better would be if someone made James Gunn's "The Magicians" into a movie.

an brown paper packages tied up with string

From Wordle.net:

I put some of my favorite stories though Wordle. Books are from ProjectGutenberg.com, Fairy Tales are from LiteraturePage.com

( War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells )

( The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum )

( The Twelve Dancing Princesses as told to The Brothers Grim )

( The United States Declaration of Independence )

don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me

I was looking though my closet for clothes for going out to dinner with my Aunt Cathy and Uncle Jim, and I came across my two evening gowns. Both are red, and inspired by dress designs from the fourties.

Most of the time, I don't really care what I look like. Part of this is depresion, as I didn't even want to get cleaned up when I was muddy. The other is that I just don't really give a damm. But there are times where I just want to be fucking gorgeous. Dress up my hair fancy, put on some make-up, and strut my stuff because I am just that awesome.

The only problem with this is that if I do get dressed up, I feel that there's no place to go to, well, show-off. I've toyed with wearing the shorter dress - it only goes up to mid-calf! gasp! - to do grocery shopping. It's easier to move around in.

Desicions. Decisions. Decisions. But I have to go get dressed. In something warmer than an evening gown as even though it's seventy-one degrees, it's that chilly dampness out that makes the temperature feel so much colder.