Boxing Day may be a British tradition, but it sounds better than "Leftover Day," which for many folks it is. We did the family thing in Rowlett and Southlake, including one ham dinner and one turkey supper. Joy prefers the turkey, but I'm neutral since I don't have to cook anything. I got to talk with Steph and Hunter who have both gone back to school ... Lucky dogs, except they have to work at the same time.
Yesterday also was a Doctor Who night. BBC America, which cuts the show terribly, made arrangements to show the Christmas show on Christmas night. (Imagine that!!) The commercials of the Doctor and Amy in America, complete with a Stetson hat, were rather humorous. Even River Song, villainess and heroine rolled into one, sent Christmas greetings. If I'd wanted, I could have watched various Doctors (in the rebooted seasons) celebrate the season. The "Tooth and Claw" episode ended with a joke of a royal family werewolf; however, it reminded me that Torchwood began in Victoria's reign -- which gives rise to a steampunk companion. Mid-1800s seem to be a favorite time period -- close enough that people recall some details yet far enough away that the writer can work in his own details. Hard to believe sometimes that Jane Austen now is 2 centuries old ... though if you look at the costumes, it's a reminder of how much male fashions changed with the industrial revolution. The gang above would be mocked for the plaid pants and stovetop hats, but once they removed the accessories, the men could pass ... not so, for the fashion plate ladies with their hoop skirts (though the corsets are back for some fashionable ladies).
We decided to give Ikkicon in Austin a miss in 2011 -- Skittles has become a geriatric kitty with special needs, and there are 6 Christmas kittens in the cat carrier ... We could be gone overnight, as long as I come back on Sunday morning to check on everyone; however, the 36 hour absence might not be a good choice ... right now, Skittles is lying atop the computer monitor -- the day is so cold that the wintry sun isn't putting out much heat. Let me settle on the sofa, and he'll become a lap kitty for the duration.
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