Personal Note: The Birds

My home is besieged by catbirds. It began yesterday morning, ungodly close to dawn, with one shrieking fit to shatter steel outside my bedroom window. Then the others decided to lay claim to my porch; every ten minutes one or another of them lands, struts around nervously for a bit, then takes off. I can't tell whether they've got a nest in the trees opposite or what; they don't seem to have built anything on the house itself. Yet.

If this is what happens when I write horror, I'm swearing off.

Personal Note: On Being a Whovian

A friend lent me the first two seasons of the new series of Doctor Who, which I'd been wanting to see for some while, but since I don't have cable ... I'll get around to an actual review eventually, but just at the moment I find myself taking a trip down Memory Lane to visit a certain blue police box, as I remember it.

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