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One more swan and I'm going to barf.

And his feet are faster.

I fell a little bit in love with Stephen Colbert during last night's interview with Neil Gaiman. I was fully prepared to fall for the wordsmith himself but couldn't get past the unfortunate bangs. Things were a bit snoozy until Colbert dropped character (you can see the exact moment when his inner geek wins out) and kicked the fatty lumpkin out of things.

Watch it and marvel.

All the undead, please stand up.

The L____ family portrait. For the L____ family weekend. We were supposed to meet the mystery woman who is to be my new sister in law (once removed?), but, according to our natures, we bolted early. So she remains preserved in my mind the shadowy figure I've constructed--"She-Hara". I like her as such. She doesn't ask any questions--and weilds her singing sword like any dutiful Blood Elf must.

And, in the real world, we went to Boston. The MFA? Well--must I say it?--Mother Fucking Awesome.

Necessitas.

Another mess-terpiece. The goal was to bulk up my slender collection of recognizables, so I started with Zeus and ended with Ananke. Who the hell knows Ananke? Me and a handful of mythology professors the hell do. So, it's fated to unravel. Mwah. Inside joke. Also, I think my HB's were balking at what is essentially a glorified rape. "Stick to ruffles and rodentia," they say. And I spin them on their heads.

Pan-ic.

It's upon us again! March forth!