mariness

I sent this link around to a few friends yesterday before realizing that, really, it needed to be shared further: Kathleen Jennings' Dalek cartoon game. My hands down favorite is this one; it probably should not give me the glee that it does, but something in Piglet's expression just gets me.

In unrelated news it has genuinely cooled down for the second time, with temperatures in the 50s (about 12 to 13 degrees for you more sensible types). I left the windows partly open last night, thieves or no thieves, allowing a lovely cool breeze to drift through the house, and cooling down my room enough that I slept hard and well, with a lovely dream where for some reason or another I had moved to a house on Miami Beach. As in all of my dreams of Miami, my dream Miami Beach looks nothing like the actual Miami Beach (although one element did slightly resemble a part of the Golden Mile in Fort Lauderdale.) But that isn't important. As I entered the old house and began to explore and try to figure out what bedroom I could take and where I could put my books, I found a marvelous room filled with books (this is always a plus to find in a dream) with balconies and odd ladders leading to still more hidden rooms with still more books, and as I turned I saw people, who explained that they had set up a sort of used bookstore/library/art school in the house, without permission, but on the bright side, they could tell me where the pizza was. And then things stopped making sense, but this was considerably better than the dream earlier this week where I climbed the stairs of a very old building to look out a window to see people wrapping still mostly living bodies in plastic and loading them on trucks -- a dream that left me feeling unrested and twitchy throughout the day.

I keep forgetting how much better I sleep when it's cold -- mostly because even then, I often don't sleep well, or, when I do, wake up as I did yesterday with my blood pressure plummeting down to "you really don't want to sit up" levels which kinda eliminates the joy of sleep. (I have both high and low blood pressure, and I have to tell you, high blood pressure, even when it makes me dizzy? MUCH BETTER. Sorry, horrified cardiologists reading this.) And partly because I share a house with someone who prefers it warm -- he shut all the windows this morning -- so I don't always get the chance to remember.

Anyway, all this -- a decent night's sleep, plus Daleks, a couple of cheering emails and the realization that yes, yes, I do have coconut syrup for the coffee, which is exactly what I need on a coolish sort of day, has massively improved my mood from yesterday's depths of despair. (Being able to sit up is another cheering thought.) But enough babbling: I have a couple of reviews to finish up so I can go to WFC next week with an improved, if not clear conscience.

Well, it speaks for itself, really:



Matt Smith is still too young.

Thanks to Tor.com for the link.

My mother is insisting that I show all of you this:



(I will point out that sharing this with you all would have gone better had she initially sent me the YouTube link instead of a wmv file which did not feel like uploading.)

But I'm guessing many of you, and particularly the Doctor Who fans, will actually want to see this: