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The only thing worse than a dream in which the internet hates you is a dream in which the internet hates you...with added Satan.

Seriously, that was a week's worth of stress tightly packaged into a few minutes of REM sleep. They announced my address on the news. And not because people wanted to give me flowers! I dunno what I did but you were all seriously pissed.

AND THEN SATAN SHOWED UP.

Though we did have an interesting conversation about fairy tale morality tests, viz, they are no longer functional if the testee has been exposed to fairy tales. If evil is testing you with Mother Goose style scenarios, be honest and loyal and choose virtue and you're pretty much golden.

He was very annoyed when I told him that.

True facts: every few months my quite religious but nondenominationally Christian mother has a dream in which Satan appears to her and she has reaffirm her faith by saying "Jesus Christ is my lord and saviour" to him in order to banish him.

If this starts happening to me on a biannual basis I'm going to be fucking pissed.

Torchwood Summer Style

For centuries, the height of couture for a man of means and manners was the military uniform, tailored to suit. This look was attractive without being studied or pretentious, as a gentleman would have his uniform proscribed by his regiment, after which it would be laid out by a valet or underofficer. The ideal, carried over into civilian dress of the 19th century, was an attractive, trim look without the appearance of forethought.

This explains quite a lot about our 51st Century lads.

Here in the 21st, however, the balancing act between elegance and inattention is a difficult one. You can't simply snap on a pair of braces over a belt and excuse it with the use of an extremely sexy uniform coat, not while Jack's around anyway. Which is why I share the wisdom of couture, passed down through the Jones family line for generations (gran's knitted socks were always the most stylish).

( The 21st Century is when Everything Changes, except apparently fashion. )

And what Torchwood fashion post would be complete without a little CRAZY JOHN GALLIANO?

He's obvs. a Merlin fan.

In short: cool, bright but not glaring, a little touch of colour is enough, and I have an awesome coat.

Stay fashionable and stay safe!

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I had my first physical therapy session today, which was actually pretty pleasant -- I've been a little afraid to use my ankle normally, and the stretching and manipulation the therapist did made me a lot less anxious about it. It felt so good to stretch my calf, holy crap.

Of course now my ankle is all swollen again, and I have to elevate and ice AGAIN, but it's not like I'm a social butterfly to begin with. I am going to stretch out with some DVDs and an ice pack and have a quiet evening in, because goddamned if I'm going to have another dream about Satan tonight. :D

All these pillows mum has sent me over the years, and there are a lot, are turning out to be very handy...