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Good morning all! Welcome to Radio Free Monday. It's good to be back. :)

Ways To Give:

socchan linked to fandomaid, which is currently running an auction to aid those affected by Superstorm Sandy.

arsenicjade is doing a triathalon to help raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. A TRIATHALON YOU GUYS THOSE ARE TERRIFYING. Anyway she's offering fic in exchange for donations, and you can read more about it here.

insixeighttime linked to a Kickstarter to help a Washington DC theatre company bring back their apparentely very popular rock musical about the Brontes for FallFringe in DC. It looks like a hell of a show!

Fans Helping Fans:

sabathea is putting together a list of online craft sellers, as a resource for anyone looking for presents and to help the sellers get more traffic and publicity. You can read more here, and people who aren't crafters but who know crafters are encouraged to pass word along.

moyakite is doing a giveaway on Goodreads: a signed copy of her book Rewritten I: Fallacy. You can enter for a chance to win here.

Updates:

an_sceal wanted to let everyone know that Baby, the service dog in Arizona who was attacked by feral dogs and in need of extensive medical care, is recovering nicely, and they did make enough in donations to cover her care; excess will be donated to the Emergency Vet Fund at the Pima County Animal Shelter.

Just For Fun:

moyakite linked this week to a super-awesome Paint Your Own Nebula flash program.

eldarwannabe linked me to Lost In Austen and I totally blew an entire night watching it. It's AWESOME.

iamshadow linked to Katherine Kerr's blog about the Met in NYC digitising and making available a bunch of out of print books on art/art history for free download. Kerr's post is here and the Met's publication page is here.

Anon linked to an awesome McSweeney's post: My Roomba Won't Stop Boning My Geode.

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So I met with a nutritionist this afternoon because this defective fleshy envelope in which I am trapped doesn't absorb nutrients it should and absorbs too much of others with the result that I am ENFEEBLED.

My sentence is thus: wholegrain everything, no more egg yolks, and I have to start eating lunch again. I yearn for the day my consciousness may be uploaded to an android body.

I feel so old.

The moral being, if you are in your twenties or younger, eat whatever the fuck you want because NO MATTER WHAT, in your thirties you can't eat anything delicious ever again. If I had known I was going to be diagnosed as allergic to chicken when I was twenty-nine, I would have eaten fried chicken for breakfast at least twice a week.

Now if you'll excuse me I have to go eat carrots and apple slices for dinner, seasoned with my tears of sorrow.

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Sam: I need to go see Wreck It Ralph and Paperman, I have a friend who worked on Paperman.
R: Wreck It...Ralph...?
Sam: It's a new Disney animated deal.
R: *pauses*
Sam: *waits*
R: Man, you don't even have to change the title for the porno.

I think that may go down in history as one of the best Conversations With R I have ever had.

We had dinner tonight at my place, because I had the meatballs, though he very kindly brought the beer. My nutritionist just started weeping and can't understand why.

R is now teaching, which is going to be funny in about six months, and I'll tell you why: because he's teaching part time, wants to add a second school to his "R drives around teaching seven-year-olds music" program, and he started talking about these kids and just lit up. So if in six months time I mention that R's a full time teacher...

Though I have to admit that I had a slight mental pause when he explained to me that he now spends his time responsible for shaping the moral character of a dozen children. Not a doubt, just...a pause. Mind you, I think he and they probably communicate on a level lost to much of the adult world. Bless his heart. (He'll need it, he ate like fifteen meatballs.) (OH GOD I AM SO OLD.)