Pancakes are generally rolled up!

This weekend was full of bobcat. I managed to salvage that portion of Sunday which involved seeing Jack Clayton's Something Wicked This Way Comes (1983) and The Bespoke Overcoat (1956) at the Harvard Film Archive with gaudior and rushthatspeaks, and today made a huge leap forward at the point where derspatchel took me to dinner at The Friendly Toast and then to a late showing of Moonrise Kingdom (2012)—which I loved, better, I think, than any other Wes Anderson I've seen so far—but in general the last four days have not been among the best. I have, at least, as of this writing, a working computer with a hard drive I didn't have to pay for and all the data I backed up with extreme paranoia on Friday. There are some internet-related problems I will have to address, but not until the morning. Ditto the oh, God number of e-mails I have to answer. Kalliope, muse of epics, pray for me.

strange_selkie sent me this for whenever I came back online: the seven highly productive habits of Alan Turing. Don't forget about chaining your tea mug to the radiator.

Hello. I'm going to bed.