Really disturbing report in the Guardian about the crackdown on Occupy being coordinated between Wall Street, Homeland Security and FBI via the Domestic Security Alliance Council.

Love all the wedding smackdown talk.

also, yay avoiding UC.

It is cold outside, and I had a whole plan to clean my room and organize my closet, as a "getting ready for new year" plan, but now I don't want to leave the house. Except somehow I lost half of the hangers I bought right before Christmas (I bought 2 packs of 25, and now one pack is missing), so I need more. Dilemma.

Also, I feel not as sick as I did earlier (when I woke up with a horrible sore throat, AND a massive hangover, yay meds took that away), but I am all achey. And bruised from falling down stairs. And have weird stripes on my back like I was whipped or something, but no idea what it's from (girl was like "Um, have you been secretly visiting a dungeon without me?" and I laughed, but when she took a picture of my back so I could see it, I was like "WTF?!?!")

I was actually thinking that when ND and I are ready for a vow renewal, Jilli and Clovis may have to officiate.

YES. The Devilbunny and I are so, SO good with this plan.

Ouch! You may have picked up the bruises falling down the stairs, but I'm willing to believe that a lapsed memory related to the hangover could be responsible.

Hah--I wish I could blame the falling down stairs on the drunk! But no, it happened earlier in the day, at home. And now I have a huge bruise on my forearm (which hit the edge of a stair) and on my ass (which, y'know, cushioned the blow).

I had the same thought, Laura, about the falling down the stairs leading to the bruising on the back. Poor meara, sounds like a lot of tender bruise spots.

Hey, all.

Love the idea of Buffista-officiated vow renewals! (Lord, I can see the costumed mass renewal at a F2F now...)

"Are y'all doin' onenna them cult-marriage thangs?"

"No, of cours-- um, kinda?"

"Cause Elmer and me, we got all the seasons of BSG and I can cook real good..."

"Wha—huh. Really? What do you like to cook?"

"Well, I do a mean caramel torte with black sea salt. Went on up to the Cordon Bleu when I got bored with Olympic dressage. But Elmer, he don't cook anything much. Anything he's got burning in his lab, I ain't putting in my mouth, no how."

"Hmm. Marvel or DC?"

"Both. Democrat or Republican?"

"Both. And neither. It's all fucked up. Blu-ray?"

"Yep. High-speed or...dial-up?"

"God, you don't have to be insulting!"

"Well, you cain't be too careful with your fandom's nowadays. Can't go along cult-kinda-group-maybe-marrying anyone."

"Dude, totally! So...um...got a costume? Oh! And a name?"

I wish I could blame the falling down stairs on the drunk! But no, it happened earlier in the day, at home.

Maybe we should bubble-wrap you.

All my comical injuries happen when I'm sober. Sometimes it would be nice to blame my lack of coordination on something.

You're a kind sister-in-law, vw.

I've been thinking about getting new pillows, and was in Marshall's earlier, and guess how much they cost? Thirteen bucks! WTF. I should get new ones more often.

I'm loving the Buffistas wedding-officiant smack-down and would love to be a witness to any/all vows and vow renewals.

Also - finally home after accidentally spending a week away for Christmas.

It was enjoyable - but it's nice to be home.