Things what are interesting:
There was a gathering of masked people downtown (apparently the famed Anonymous) handing out leaflets about the dangers of Scientology while doling out free hugs and singing "Never gonna give you up" in perfect tune. Real life rickrolling? XD Also, there was a guy to the side with headphones and creative clothing, dancing - and singing along - rather exuberantly to "Pour Some Sugar on Me". I love my wacky city.
I have miso paste, tofu and seaweed from mysterious underground Chinese supermarket. Miso soup, here I come!
The Rowling vs Lexicon case has me despairing for common sense. Also, what does it matter if she's made millions? She could be swimming around in roomfuls of gold coins and it still wouldn't make her right to her own work or her right to sue some plagiarizing upstart any less.
I almost spelled the wot in my post starter as "wot" to make it cutesy, but couldn't keep it. It made me think of this poem that I had in my English poetry book in some teeny grade which, I think, was marveling at some garden. But given my low tolerance for anything poetic at that age, the only thing I remember is going into peals of laughter at "God wot!", because it seemed ridiculous to me that a printed piece should have such a glaring spelling mistake.
Last but not the least, I shall not be bound by shame since I spent a ridiculous amount of time on it and will proceed to link to art I posted this morning. Just in case you missed me cross-posting like a lady of the night. Because
SGA! Merpeople!P.S: I did not make this post just to link to the art. Thought I should make that clear.
P.P.S: Although I could have.
P.P.P.S: But I didn't.
P.P.P.P.S: I shall now stop being annoying and go to sleep.