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Apparently it is the season of miracles. Honestly? That whole thing has just once again made me miss the days of Cronkite, Murrow, newscasters who believed in the responsibility and integrity of their work and their duty to report the news. Not commentate on it or assign value to it. Not sling sensitive information around willy nilly without a care for the consequences. And so on and so forth. Also, Moore needs a smack in the head half the time these days, maybe more. Speaking of people whose crusades we can sometimes sympathize with but whose personal actions we may not like very much.

Also, this. Fingerbones! This is in addition to them thinking they found one of Amelia Earhart's fingerbones on an island not far from her plotted destination. I really, really need to start reading science journals more often. They have such fascinating stuff in them! And now I want to know more about this supposed new species of human.

Trying to decide if I should also conjugate the perfective/completed verbs on that list above. Hmm.

I have done my pinch hits! And am now eyeing the long list of pinch hits I didn't get that I kind of still want to do anyway, that I might end up doing for treats. And debating whether or not I want to do them tonight. Ultimately, probably not. The apartment could use picked up and I still have a buttload of fiber to spin. I'm getting better about not overtwisting, although someone since pointed out that overtwisting isn't always bad if you only do it a little. I just... argh. Debate debate. So many skills I want to have perfectly, so little time to shoehorn practicing all of them in. And yet, I do it anyway.

Um. Thingie. Human Target last night was disappointing, but not surprising considering Christmas episodes are always kind of tricky. Exercising int he morning is going way better and more productive when I turn the internet off for that hour, why had I forgotten this? Something to remember. Christmas last minute surge is on us, heh. And here I thought it wasn't going to happen. However, today is the last day for us to ship anything since UPS won't pick up from us tomorrow, so, that saves me that worry anyway. Off to the trenches for two more days!

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My Japanese was erased by the kitty. Kitty is a BAD KITTY. Ugh, don't want to re-grind. Decisions. I suppose I will go by the logic that I totally would if it was a video game, so I will.

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So, I've discovered lace knitting. Which is less accurate as to say I have had lace knitting demystified with visual aids courtesy of the Beej. The world should probably fear me covering it in lace arm warmers. That won't be very warm because of the lace, but hey.

Oof. Pinch hits done, and I got a chunk of one Treat for someone or other banged out, although it has since turned sort of epic. I need to remember that not all of these stories need to be the length of a doorstopper.

... I thought I had more to say here, but I guess I didn't. The DREAM act was defeated, which I feel is a setback, but it's been a surprisingly productive week in DC this week. I'm rather impressed. And cold. I'm going to go bundle up now and write some more. Or spin. Hmmm... decisions.