In Dreams--Note to myself

She was a ship of the line, and a time travelling device. I don't know whether they had to be 'ship of the line' class or not, but this one was. The navigator had to take careful readings--the time, longitude and latitude were critical. And if the seas were rough at all, hitting your target could be almost impossible. An unexpected swell could mean missing the target. And given that the ship didn't travel (only the agent), a miscalculation could easily mean the loss of an agent.

Hey Ladies (Get Funky)

Brat Productions is my new personal hero.
I found a video of one of his latest mashups that Ellie needs to see if she hasn't already. You will never be RickRolled the same way again.

And that's all I have to say about that.

There's a moon in the sky. It's called the Moon.

The housemate was beautiful and reminded me that Thursday is that free Matt Nathanson concert I've been eagerly awaiting, so I will *not* be going to the cinema that night.
So you now have *two* chances to spend quality time with me--the Wednesday night showing of Moon at Camera 12, and the free concert on Thursday.
You should probably take advantage of both.

Livin' on the Edge

Lilith relinked today to Kaigou's essay on writing (not just) urban fantasy so that the characters seem real.
I re-read it about every six months, because it's good stuff to remember.