So it's come to this

Yeah, it's four in the morning because I just got woken up by a miniature roar and a bloodcurdling scream, a series of tiny shrieks accompanied by several hard whacking sounds, a jingling I couldn't quite place, and then a battle cry of "I KNEW IT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Next thing I know, I turn on the lamp and there's Iorek on his side roaring and kicking his legs drunkenly, Lyra wielding a metal bookmark like a medieval flail, Anna brandishing the formal toothpicks, and The Littlest Edward cowering there on the nightstand with A PUFF OF STUFFING HANGING OUT OF HIS MOUTH?

( The scene of the crime )

Lots of posts today, I guess

Early linkspam, since it's Lostnesday. And sometime after Lost, we'll check in on Iorek and The Littlest Edward.


ETA: CNN is reporting that Natasha Richardson has passed away, according to a statement from her family.

( Linkspam )

Since we're here anyway

I ETA'd the previous entry, but I'll repeat for those of you who saw the original entry earlier: CNN is reporting that Natasha Richardson has passed away, according to a statement from her family.

So. Uh. How 'bout that Lostnesday. I know I feel like squealing over a TV show right now.

The last post of the day, as promised

So. Back to this morning. I got back from dealing with The Littlest Edward and went to check on Iorek, ( Who is most qualified to treat a partially explushinated polar bear? )