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Wow, guys, it is all the cold out there. All of it. Fortunately I have long underwear and maple tea.

Couple of links for you this afternoon. Right off the bat, HELL YES: Jenna has done a much-asked-for illustration from Neal Caffrey Versus The BBC. Presenting to you Neal as Eleven and Mozzie as Jack, with bonus Burke!Master. I love how Mozzie looks completely at home in his outfit, while Neal just looks like a giant dork.

Clearly I am a muse, because debitha also wrote a fic based off my "Wanna travel in time and space?" icon, When Opportunity Knocks, wherein the Doctor has a job for Neal and Mozzie. Worth it for the "dumps my ass" line alone. :D

In other news, one of the Trib blogs did a review of the restaurant Groupon was referencing in the Fish Curry ad. The owner of the restaurant himself has said that he was taken aback by the ad -- they weren't involved in the production of it -- and hopes his business doesn't feel blowback from it. Apparently the curry is pretty good.

(Unrelatedly, I got the link from ColonelTribune on Twitter -- he's basically a linkspam for the Trib, but I can't help it, I'm utterly charmed by his icon and I hear everything he says in a crusty posh accent.)

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Oh, this is delicious.

If we start from the end of the story, it is this: I nicked a link from someone about a blog post where an author, Sylvia Massara, attacked a pair of review sites for slamming her book. And then I made a glee face and decided to add Book Binge to my "daily reading" bookmarks list.

( Here's what happened in linear time. )

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Okay, here's the thing about the hourglass, and then I promise I'll shut up about it: IT IS EXHAUSTING.

My fifteen minute increments are in a pretty set schedule now. Fifteen minutes of email, then "outside reading" which is websites and articles and stuff, then "to do list" which is dedicated to whittling down my to-do list, and then either writing, special projects, or drywork, or all three, depending.

And this really is helping me focus because I discovered my attention span is almost exactly six minutes long. Six minutes is what I will spend on any given task, if I'm free to do as I please, so basically I'm doubling my attention span. Plus it gets me away from the computer for fifteen minutes of every ninety at least. I do sudoku and read magazines and books -- I'm whipping my way through a nonfiction book about business marketing/practice, Different, and moving slightly slower through Broken (because I can only read on the computer).

As an aside, I am genuinely enjoying Broken, but god damn it's like the third dystopia I've read in a row, LITERATURE BE GETTIN' ME DOWN. But that's not Broken's fault.

Anyway, what this means is that formerly I just sort of doodled around doing shit, and now my brain is in almost constant use, and I get more work done both personally and professionally, it just makes me tired. By the end of the day the system breaks down through a combination of 1. Running out of outside reading, 2. Running out of stuff to do off the computer, and 3. total mind-numbing exhaustion.

I think I can acclimate. I've only been doing this about three weeks, so I'm still fine-tuning it. But this whole "using my intellect" thing is wearing!

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It's Wednesday night. I said to someone the other day, on Wednesday nights I watch Southland and then White Collar, it's like going to a cockfight and then eating an egg sandwich.

Anyway, it's time for Sam's Three Things About White Collar, 2.13: ( Countermeasures )

3a. Say it with me: Oh Mozzie.