monkeys and ponies

Well, at least this one's easy. Here, have a pretty picture.



( the rest of the days )

I just got back from England a few hours ago and have oh so much to post tomorrow -- many photos, and a full report on Hamlet and Love's Labour's Lost, not to mention a general trip entry or two. Plus I've been mostly away from the flist and the rest of the internet for a week, so if I've missed any particularly interesting news or fic, let me know.

Short version of the trip, if you want to skip all my entries tomorrow:

• London was fabulous. I hadn't been there in 25 years, and we saw all kinds of things that hadn't been there the last time. (The Eye! The Tate Modern! The Doctor Who exhibit at Earl's Court, because we are geeks!)
  
• Stratford-Upon-Avon is a lovely little town, and the plays were everything I hoped they'd be. (Well, except that there weren't any nude scenes.) I did not actually leap over the balcony rail to jump on DT, although there were moments in LLL during which he undid his shirt where I seriously contemplated it.
  
• Brought home nearly half a kilo of mint Aero balls. They are spherically shaped crack. Why can't we get these in the States? WHY?
  

Anyway, my body thinks it's 1:30am, but I'm going to stay up to watch Heroes anyway and go to bed afterwards in the hopes of readjusting to EDT. If you see any especially incoherent posts or comments from me during the next hour and a half, that's why.