nobody's children at all, after all

I should be processing credit transfers. And checking board schedules. And catching up on plaintive curriculum advice emails. So I'm going to make another cup of Earl Grey, assault the packet of TimTams I raided from the Evil Landlord's cupboard this morning, and talk about Torchwood instead. I'd witter on about District 9, but it's still percolating. Memo to self: get new job. Preferably reviewing science fiction. This one isn't leaving enough brain space.
( Torchwood. Spoilery. You Have Been Warned. )

That was all a bit heavy, so have some Friday Hee: a Lemony Snicket Advice Column. "Dear Mr. Snicket: I recently discovered that a family of rabid ermines has taken up residence within the belly of my eighteenth-century Rococo chaise lounge. What would you, sir, suggest to be the best way to envelop them with the spirit of the holiday season?"