My own pterodactyl...

I bought a pterodactyl at the Museum of Nature yesterday. Obviously only fannish dinosaurs interest me, but I've been wanting a pterodactyl action figure to go with my Captain Jack. So I spent some time hunting down the right kind of creature in the gift shop; there were two contenders, one small, one large, at the same price. I finally decided the larger one was more in scale with Captain Jack.

Now I just have to figure out how to hang him from my bathroom ceiling. I'll let Captain Jack worry about how - and what - to feed him.

Instinct...

A quote from Oprah Winfrey:

Follow your instincts. That's where true wisdom manifests itself.

Now, honed by yoga training, I believe that, I really do. The trick is to recognize the difference between an instinct, a whim, a desire, a hope, and an impulse. Someone tell me how to do that and I'd be grateful.

Oooh chocolate decadence...

My boss just got back from a party at her young daughter's school. She made and took chocolate cupcakes and brought some for us. On my diet? Not by a long shot.

I might have been able to resist but they had little sugar ball bearings on top of them and that makes them a Doctor Who fannish tie-in and there was no way for me to resist.

My diet will start again tomorrow.

Bathroom redecoration...

The pterodactyl now hangs elegantly in my bathroom by the mirror, not far from where the Doctor and Captain Jack are standing - and he looks perfectly to scale. I am a happy fan.

In other news, I was writing Torchwood fanfic on the bus this evening, and I made myself thoroughly carsick. I hope the writing is legible, so it will be at least partially worthwhile.