This morning I bought a tiny 1927 wind-up alarm clock with a diameter of about two inches. It's pretty badly water-damaged and it only ticks for about ten seconds after it's wound, but it is little! And cute! And since it's little I can justify storing it, and since it's cheap I can justify buying it, and since it's already nonfunctional I can justify taking it apart to see what makes it tick.

...if I actually get it ticking that'll just be a bonus. (I don't expect to get it to keep good time, but I like the tick, what can I say. And it's little! And cute! And fits just right in the palm of my hand, like a newborn kitten! And I almost walked away, but I know I would have regretted it for years if I didn't.) I plan to take it apart this week while I'm home alone.

...that crusty white stuff in it just better not be Time Lord essence, that's all I can say.


(ALSO, they're showing Torchwood in the US finally! On *BBC America*, which the only way you can get it in this area is on satellite. How is that fair?? That probably means they'll never pick it up on a channel we get, too. I blame the vast right-wing conspiracy. And FOX. Oh, oh, I tried to be good, but Captain Jack, sooner or later you'll drive me to finally learn torrents. Alas.)