broadcast me a joyful noise

#1 - I am sick of staring at pictures of dissected bodies like you wouldn't believe, and I am waging war on the muscles of the forearm, but anatomy study seems to be going okay.

#2 - I started Rome, which I have had sitting around since approximately forever! Brutus' accent is the funniest thing in the world (it's so very very British Public Schoolboy) and James Purefoy is somehow even hotter as Mark Antony than he was as the Black Prince, but my heart belongs to Vorenus and Pullo and their hilarious domestic badassery. (Apparently a movie exists where Kevin McKidd and James Purefoy play lovers? Considering that I am already having idle aesthetic daydreams about how hot Antony/Vorenus would be, I think I should hunt it down.)

#3 - This article on 'Atheists and Anger' is pretty much everything I've ever wanted to say on the matter, said eloquently and with pictures.

#4 - One of my cousins in England had a son a few months ago, and we've just been sent some photographs.

Mum: So there's Jo and her young man, and there's little Sam Dean.
Me: I'm sorry, what's his name?
Mum: Samuel Dean?
Me: ...*suppresses laughter*

Clearly one day he will grow up and fight evil.