From the twitter, there seems to be a huge storm over London tonight. So now I'm hoping the baby gets called Thunder.

That's my nephew's middle name!

My BiL had whimsical urges with his children's names and my sister negotiated them to middle names. Though half of my side calls them by their middle names anyway...

You just have to imagine that the occasional thought of "a dagger would be so useful right about now" goes through a royal head.

Well, there's this song...

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(the empress will probably want to skip it)

The guy has already had a bit of trouble with the law, not sure what, but being taken to small claims court could end up seriously screwing things up for him, and not helping his girlfriend and their kid either. I think they're basically good but stupid people who keep making bad decisions, and I'm probably better off having nothing more to do with them. Not that I'm not pissed off about it.

Nothing says "dinner's ready" quite like the smell of melted tupperware.

I had to check, and your Storm is the vaunted Alicia Marie. I also like [link] If I ever get my Lana cosplay together, I'd do this version of Storm second [link]

I had a cousin named after Shango, the Yoruba god of thunder. I still have the cousin, but new name.

Oh, Ginger.

So in addition to my yard being kind of burned down and being out of work, I discovered this afternoon that my car needs $1K worth of work--the bearings are shot and the left side hub is rusted together and must be completely replaced. Woot.

OTOH, my dad just sent me a fat check. Really fat. In which case I can not only pay for all the work I need to have done, but even maybe replace my laptop before it goes tits-up, as they say. He thinks I should get a new car with it, but I need my laptop far more than I need a car, in some ways...

In other news, and relevant to the thread title: [link]

Too awesome.

Prince Stormageddon.

We've got a helluva light show here.

God, I hurt. My shoulders have been on fire, or more accurately, knotted up and spasming all day. Swim hurt, but help. Not even aleve touched it. I hate hormones.

My attempt to reverse-engineer the awesome flatbread I ate at Consuela's brother's restaurant was not 100% successful, but it was still pretty delicious. Flatbread with chicken, arugula, goat cheese, and a blueberry reduction.

I was super hungry and impatient, so my blueberry reduction had a bit too much liquid in it.

Prince Stormageddon.

This gets my vote!