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Don't wanna write. *sulk*

In reality I do want to write but I'm feeling remarkably stupid this morning so I'm not trying. Actually I did try for a while, but I didn't get very far.

So instead I've spent the morning playing around with google maps and planning a trip I intend to take someday, when I have the money and leeway from whatever job I'm working. So far there are ten countries, 25 cities (more once I decide precisely which ones in Ireland I'm visiting), and I reckon about 12 weeks of travel on the map. And that's not even counting France, 'cause I promised a friend I wouldn't visit France without her there to give me the tour. I'm visiting one former prison, two stone circles, three pyramids, and at least four castles in various states of disrepair.

Even if I never get to do it, it's fun picking out where to go and trying to decide the best route to take. As of right now it's US - Wales - England - Netherlands - Denmark - Germany - Italy - Greece - Egypt - South Africa - Morocco - Ireland and then back to the east coast of the US, culminating with a relaxing two-day train trip from New Orleans back to Chicago.

Everyone has to have a dream; mine is to eat strange food in places I don't speak the language after seeing really old things.

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"At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid." — Friedrich Nietzsche

Oh man. I wish my principles allowed me to link you guys to the wee baby wanker making a spectacle of herself in a post of mine from four years ago. She's not worth much more than a headpatting, but just once I'd like to see some moron work up an attitude at me and then just unleash you guys on her. Because while you are not 1) slaves to my whim or 2) inherently cruel, you are witty and loyal and I'm pretty sure that with permission you would crush her head. It'd be like a tidal wave hitting a hermit crab.

But I have sworn to use my powers only for pornography good, so I banned her and let her go her merry way.

And now I think I deserve some Pocky. *om nom nom*

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I HAVE...

A THEORY!

It is about Doctor Who. Yeah yeah, the rest of you can scroll onwards.

So. Classic Doctor Who canon states -- hardcore Whovians can probably tell me which episode and/or which Doctor -- that Time Lords are woven on genetic looms. (LOOOOOOMS). However, many New Whovians treat this as a joke the Doctor pulled on one of his Companions, because:

1. The faintly obnoxious Eighth Doctor film states that the Doctor is half-human.
2. New Who has implied that if Time Lords don't exist as infants they at least exist as children; the Doctor is told he had a Very Lonely Childhood and also we see wee!Master going MAD at the age of eight.
3. At least some genetic contribution is probably going on, 'cause the first Doctor has a granddaughter and the tenth Doctor mentions not only being a parent but also a sibling.

But what if ALL THESE THINGS are possible and also Darwin got involved?

You'd get this:

( Sam's Unified Theory Of Everything (Having To Do With The Doctor And Sex) (spoilers for Journey's End) )

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LET THERE BE EGG SALAD.

For every six hard-boiled and diced eggs:
1 small apple, diced, tossed with a light sprinkling of lemon juice
about 1/3 cup equal parts dijon mustard and mayonnaise
liberal helping (about a heaping spoonful) of sweet curry powder

The recipe isn't precise -- I used Trader Joe's "Garlic Aioli Mustard" and only two or three spoonfuls of mayonnaise, so I recommend adding a bit of garlic powder. Toss the apple in a bowl, top with the eggs, cover with the curry powder, stir briefly with a spatula or wooden spoon (not a fork or small spoon -- it breaks up the yolk too much). Add mustard and mayo, stirring gently, until desired texture is reached. TASTE. BE AMAZED.

Eat on crackers, bread, or straight from the bowl.

(I also made a cheese ball using equal parts cream cheese, shredded cheddar, and crumbled stilton, plus a healthy dose of paprika, stirred vigorously and rolled in chopped walnuts).

I may not be a Ricotta master, but goddamn I give good potluck.