Remember, remember, the fifth of November!

God, I'm exhausted. I wrote 2700 words on Black Ribbon today--like, actual plot-moving words--and wrote more about the Lexicon thing as well. (The new entry has a breakdown of the previous three [!], so I highly suggest a skim of that. Key phrases for today: "Why didn't you read the book we didn't send you?" and "Vast international smear campaign.") And I desk-danced to Belinda Carlisle all day, because I'm just that lame.

Also, people figured out how to make swoopy fancy rainbow text.

I was going to do a more in-depth roundup of some of the comments that came in yesterday, but, again: exhausted, so I'm simply going to direct you to two topics: Philip Pullman was quoted out of context on the "LOTR is trivial" issue (and not coming off the way he does in person), and why donating hair to Locks of Love doesn't really help anyone (and what you can do instead).

( Mom? Is that you? )

I wish could be sleeps tiem now.