Friday...

I've been making terms with a head cold all week; not a bad head cold, but enough to make me way too tired most of the time. Many deep naps.

Had a lovely dinner this evening with maaseru at the Yang Sheng. Last time we went, we agreed not to order our 'regular' dishes and we had some amazingly wonderful food, including an eggplant dish that will remain in my memory for a long time. Tonight I reverted to my standard: vegetarian egg rolls and sam pan congee. Wonderful.

I got the nozzle for my dishwasher and it's now attached: the dishes are being washed even as I type.

Fashion sense among heroes...

From LJ's fannish5: Name five characters whose fashion sense you admire.

Thank you, fannish5, for giving me the opportunity for picspam.

I decided that to make this list manageable, I'd pick characters from TV shows. There are many whose look I don't like: I don't generally like the Doctor's fashion sense, for example. Eleven almost had it, but blew it with the blow tie. Nine looked good, but not striking - no, that's wrong, he was striking, but it was his presence, not his clothes, and not the way he wore them. Clark Kent's farmboy fashions didn't impress me. Dean Winchester's cowboy non-chic has a certain charm. Then there's the Trenchoat Brigade: John Constantine, Castiel, Columbo - what, do they all start with a C?

( Without further ado... )

Supernatural: Swan Song...

So there we have it. The End. Only it isn't the end, is it? Another season coming.

I wonder if this is the ending we would have got if they hadn't planned a sixth season. I'm not sure I want to know.

( There were... )