Happy birthday to petronia~! A little belatedly, but then I have been making PANGCAKES with STEM GINGER and VANILLA ICECREAM and thus should be forgiven everything.

One of the posters on the FT scienceblog is called 'Sam Carter': every time their name appears, I giggle like crazy. Sam Carter! Ahh, those old fandom crushes that come back to haunt you. (When we went to Paris, years back, C and J and I, we took with us the first series of SG-1 on video and watched the whole damn lot of it, curled up on the sofa of that little flat hazy with cigarette smoke. J fell asleep in the first episode, woke up for the next one: I don't think she ever managed to see it in full.)

According to the 'Yankee or Dixie?' quiz, I am a Southerner: I think my score should be discounted, though, because I looked at the first question and went "but you don't pronounce that like any of them!" Aunt, like lance and can't, is pronounced with the a in 'far', everyone knows that. And a group of people are addressed as "you lot," and gym shoes are 'trainers,' and a long sandwich is a fucking filled baguette, and so on.

In other news: there is no other news! Except that Infernal Affairs is coming out in the UK on Friday, I am scared of high heels, and I ought to sleep.