Today...

It was cold, bleak, biting weather: foggy withal: and he could hear the people in the court outside go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement stones to warm them. The city clocks had only just gone three, but it was quite dark already -- it had not been light all day: and candles were flaring in the windows of the neighbouring offices, like ruddy smears upon the palpable brown air. The fog came pouring in at every chink and keyhole, and was so dense without, that although the court was of the narrowest, the houses opposite were mere phantoms. To see the dingy cloud come drooping down, obscuring everything, one might have thought that Nature lived hard by, and was brewing on a large scale.

Foggier yet, and colder! Piercing, searching, biting cold.

- Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

Random things.

Spoilerfree review of the Christmas Special from Den of Geek. (No spoilers re. plot, it's more about the tone.)

THE BOX BOUNCED. The Doctor v. a juice carton by Miss M.

Baby, Your Gaze Gets Me Hard as Granite - fic by 10littlebullets. When I say that this is not the oddest pairing I have ever read, that only proves that I have read faaaaaar too much crazy fic. Don't miss out, this is fabulous!

The latest episode of Merlin mostly made me think of this.

And speaking of Merlin, then kathyh has thoughts on the title of the finale and the end of the show.

There was probably more, but I need sleep now...