HE HAS MY SHOES AGAIN.

GREETINGS from the 53rd Century! This rift between the 53rd and the 21st opened just in time, let me tell you!

First: yes, everyone is doing well. Jack's given you all the scoop on how we've adapted since coming here. Max in particular is thriving. Second: No, I'm not pregnant. Third: Just to prove I'm really coming to you from the 53rd Century, I had Jack take a holo of me holding today's newspaper:

Boy, has it been a rough week. To tell you about it would be SPOILERS! so I'm putting it behind an LJ cut. If it's behind an LJ cut it won't cause a paradox!

It was very upsetting. ( I even had to write a letter to Jack asking for advice! )

EDIT: JACK ANSWERED IT. FINALLY. JESUS!

( JACK SHOT MY PROBLEM IN THE FACE. )

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MY MUM IS COMING.

QUICK, HIDE....EVERYTHING!

She just bought tickets to come visit at the start of August. ARGH. She's thinking of staying with me this time -- she has a standing invitation to do so, and even if that weren't the case I'd still clean frantically. Not that I have an untidy home, but I'm willing to put up with certain things that she's not, like a bit of grease on the stove or a bedroom I haven't roomba'd in a few weeks.

Unrelatedly, I think you should know that snaxcident and I can solve all your problems.

( Especially the ones that happen in Torchwood Season 3. Cut for spoilers. )

This morning I made a one-time post to ask_aboutcoffee, to deal with some various events in S3. We thought as a group it would be nice for fandom, but we uh. Seriously underestimated the level of response we'd get. In eight hours we got 1200 comments. Granted, some of that was us threading, but still.

So. Guess fandom needed that, huh? Our little corner of it anyhow.

And that is where my Saturday went. Well, that and eating pizza, ALL THE PIZZA IN THE WORLD, because the delivery place mistakenly brought me two of everything I'd ordered one of. OH HOW WILL I SURVIVE.