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I finally made it to storage today. I've been putting it off because it can be a bit overwhelming, but as I suspected the memory is worse than the reality.

I'm down to six boxes and a bookcase that need to come home, six boxes to go to the Brown Elephant thrift shop, three boxes of trash, and two boxes I still need to sort through. I found the entire box of grad school notes I kept, most of which are a mystery to me now; I have all the flashcards that I converted them to for cramming for orals, so I got rid of most of them, and ruthlessly weeded my book collection. I definitely do not need three copies of East Of Eden, however much I may love it.

I brought home my "treasure box" that I have to go through, odd little trinkets I picked up here and there. I also found a very nice tin box that I do not, at all, know the origin of, and which was filled with coins I don't remember acquiring. For instance, I have never been to Bermuda, and yet if I went I could probably buy a candy bar there. I have definitely never been to Finland, and I'm not sure these coins are even legal tender in Finland anymore.

Perhaps I am Xanatos, and my future self left the coins behind for me.

In that case, I very much look forward to my Finnish-Bermudan world tour.

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So then I watched 26 episodes of Hetalia in a sitting.

I BLAME JEAN. And it's actually her fault this time. But they're only five minutes long, it's ok.

Hetalia is this thing, okay, where there are a bunch of characters who represent countries and they...interact. No, it doesn't make sense, don't try to make it make sense. It simply is. The Zen of Hetalia.

The thing about Hetalia is, it's like watching a normal anime (and I use the term "normal" quite loosely) whilst on LSD. You can't understand it. You will never understand it. You just have to let it wash over you. There is some appeal in the idea of a storytelling structure where you have no plot, you just do shit because it'll be interesting. Why are Italy, Germany, and Japan stranded on a beach, but only in half the episodes? Why is Austria such a prick? WTF is up with the SpagBol in the credits? Was that seriously just a giant singing Roman Empire playing the ukelele?

DON'T ASK.

But do check out Sealand sometime. It's kind of a hoot.

Jean and Lifty declared me Germany, because he answers the phone a lot and likes to be alone. I can't really deny this, in my heart of hearts.

Jean and Lifty would like me to add that she is China (for the pandas) and Lifty is America because he is AN EFFING HERO.

We're not going to discuss his bizarre predilection for sweater vests.

Delight of Battle; Torchwood/Doctor Who

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Thank you for your patience!

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AND THEN I DID A FANFIC.

bodlon and I were discussing classic Who the other day, and the interesting arcs both Ian and Barbara have in the First Doctor's era. I have many thoughts on both of them, but particularly on Ian; for a long time I've thought both that he was probably thrilled to get away from boring heteronormative Earth and that he would have a difficult time adjusting to life back home, since after you've had gay sex in a storage locker while the Daleks take over the world, Coal Hill School doesn't exactly thrill.

The solution?

A job with Torchwood!

And as it's Torchwood, I wrote porn. :D

Title: Delight Of Battle
Rating: R (Jack Harkness/Ian Chesterton)
Summary: Earth is a hard place to be stuck after having all of time and space at your feet. Sometimes, even Torchwood can mean freedom.