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Fuck you, weather. Fuck you. Victoria is a blackened mess, northern Queensland is flooded, and now there's a tropical cyclone warning out for most of the country. It's much much cooler in Sydney than it was yesterday, but I'm too busy being freaked out at the devastation elsewhere to appreciate it.

Good thoughts today go to the medics at the Albert Hospital's burn unit, who are dealing with a huge amount of terrible injuries; even worse than those from the Bali bombings, apparently. I can't donate my spare room, my time, my belongings, my skills, or any of the things that other people are donating, but this is one of those times when I am glad of the opportunity to donate money.

The Australian Red Cross has a direct appeal website where you can donate. (And please tell me, if you do: I'll write you something. Anything you like. You can email me if you'd prefer not to leave a comment.)

um what

Farscape 1x05 is freaking me out a bit because it's about reliving bits and pieces of the same day, and the constant reference point is that Crichton keeps breaking a piece of blue porcelain-glass-stuff.

UM.

I feel like this is one of those impossible moments where creative influence creeps through a hole in the timespace continuum and colours the formation of something I have already written.

PS - holy shit internet, you were totally not kidding about how hot Aeryn Sun is