Mmmm... Captain Jack

Did anyone else realize Captain Jack (aka John Barrowman) was quite so friggin' talented? He's lovely. I think I shall stare at him for a bit until I develop a crush.

I'm still here, btw. Just busy. We did the Christmas decorating thing on Saturday and Sunday, and Keven and I went to his rather nifty holiday party on Friday night. We hung out with Josie & Brad, who are both Teh Shazaam. I wouldn't have enjoyed myself quite so much if we hadn't found them. It's nice to know folks in advance. We danced to the music supplied by a DJ who seemed to have graduated right around when I did, because the stuff he played was like reliving a junior high dance: "My Prerogative," "Bust a Move," "Poison" (Bel Biv Devoe). All that was missing was "Love Shack" and "Wild Thing." "Sexyback" was great fun--too bad I didn't know the routine--as was dancing to "Brick House" with Brad. Can you believe no one else wanted to dance with us? Food was waaaay tasty and I ate too much desert, as per usual.

OK, back to work. My house is exploding. Probably best that the threat of a massive ice storm kept me home from the Chicago North meeting tonight. *sigh*

Oh, and if you haven't seen the "fall finale" of "Life," the two-part episode, you're seriously missing out on some fantastic, amazing drama.

We come from the land of ice and snow
From the midnight sun and the hot springs blow.
Immigrant Song" by Led Zeppelin

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