Sad news

RIP Tweedle Dum, a.k.a. Dum-Diddy. 1992-2006. Goodbye, sweet little soul. We'll miss you.

My mom's little cancer-survivor kitty died last night. She was a pesty, skinny, sweet girl with a rusty meow, and my mom loved her the most, I think. She waited until we got back to go away.

I am sad, but my mom is heartbroken. If any of you want to take a moment to send her some healing thoughts or say a prayer for her, I would be grateful.

On a less serious note

Some random thoughts.

I may be writing a cracktastic crossover that seems less cracktastic the more I think about it. This morning Polly Plummer and Edward Elric were having a chat in my head about parallel universes. It seems like the idea of Narnia would fit into the FMA movie really well with just a little bit of a nudge (spoilery weather ahead... like, what if it's Shamballa?), but I'm almost afraid to go find The Magician's Nephew because I think Polly's timeframe may be a wee bit early.

Speaking of crack, I got my first-ever BPAL shipment yesterday, and I'm wearing Brisingamen right now. It's yummy.

And speaking of FMA, I met a funny British girl in the Japan store in Epcot. I was oohing and aahing over the Roy Mustang doll, and she said "Why do girls always like Roy? Ed is better." Which, yeah, but there's a bit of the naughty sick and wrong in being 32 and thinking an animated teenager is hot.

My layout person on the Book from Hell asked if we could put her in the production credits as Alan Smithee. Heh.