Two days off in a row. So, naturally... Xmas shopping.

I spent most of what is now yesterday Xmas shopping, watching Rome and some S5 episodes of Buffy (ahh, Travers) while working on Xmas shopping, swearing at eBay over Xmas shopping, chasing up some git down south who's being rather tardy with some Xmas shopping, looking at my finances to possibly throw good money after bad and replace that Xmas shopping with some offline Xmas shopping... Oh, and tomorrow I have a bit more Xmas shopping to do.

Urgh. Anybody want to go see TLTW&TW? It's nowhere near remotely as high on my Significant Childhood Story list as The Lord Of The Rings and I'm already girded against the Biblical referentialism, but I still figure Tilda Swinton and WETA Workshop monster armies will be fun.

Well, there goes my Xmas money.

My mobile is dead. Kaput. Bereft of life, it rests in peace.

It can't find the SIM card. It's been doing this occasionally for a couple months now, and now it's decided this is what it wants to do as a career.

So off I go to the store tomorrow to see if it can be repaired or if I need my second phone in two years.

Shit.

Boots. Off my childhood. NOW.

Christopher Robin ousted from new CGI Pooh series in favour of tomboyish girl in bicycle helmet.

Neil Gaiman responds in kind.

Inscrutable cuts to the heart of things.