Sanctuary Kali dance

Tell me you don't want to write Sanctuary fic after watching this:

And I've got this one saved:

The fight is not over: The Sun on the Twitter cyberstalking case

A sharp eyed reporter with a handle on law says "Huh?" to ruling on Twitter case. She notes the judge cited no case law in the decision (except one case irrelevant to the judge's ipse dixit ruling), instead drawing a comparison between "colonial billboards" and Twitter. (No, I don't remember colonial billboards from my high school history class either.)

She ends: "But please, give the case the scrutiny it deserves. The medium here isn't the message here. The message is the message."


ETA: Already blocked one vitriolic Cassidy account (can tell by the name and who else he friended) that friended me on Twitter. And it begins again....

The kitty boys are getting on... sort of...

I have a truce of sorts between the kitty boys. So long as they get to snuggle their human, peace reigns. Junior is spread across the top of the couch in his orange and white glory (he matches the decor) and is sleeping, eyes squinty-shut, smiling. Rothchild is in cuddleball position, relaxed and happy.

*beams*

The fireplace flickers away, bathing the room, and I like my new table.

Yes, indeed, Sanctuary is my new addiction. Expect new fic.