long, magnetic eyes of the true cat-green

I love my nice new digital camera, but generally speaking I take pretty dreadful photos, mostly because my timing is inventively bad and I habitually photograph things a few seconds after they've moved from the position I think is interesting. Static targets help, which is why Todal's habit of playing the Inscrutable Feline Supervillain ("So pleasant to see you, Mister Bond!") is rather helpful. Here I think she thinks she's the fiendish Fu Manchu, artistically posed in half-shadow.


I frittered away a few hours on YouTube this morning. Belle and Sebastian are rather endearing in live performance, not least because they're one of those gratifying bands whose stage output is tightly faithful to the studio recordings. Despite this I have spent the bulk of the day in the mad academic see-saw, currently in the swooping downswing/nasty jarring thud bit in which everything I've written is clearly crap. Shall move onto Disney criticism instead, since there at least I can content myself with the realisation that a lot of what other critics write is also clearly crap.

B5 is at T+2, and I am losing all faith in the postal service. I was hoping that the arrival of the series yesterday would allow me to hijack the planned Magic evening with Evil Landlord and jo&stv, thus directing attention away from the fact that I have the tactical ability of a stunned herring. No such luck. Got pwned. On the other hand, as a random consolation, feral strawberries.

Bunny Threat Level: rising to yellow, since I am somewhat galvanised by this morning's polite e-mail from the press, asking for an update on the book status. Alarms ring! lights flash! the nice editor lady is back from maternity leave...