Doctor? Doctor Who?

So um. Found this in my yard a few minutes ago.



This leather jacket belongs to no one in this house. And I'm not certain where the face came from. The way I see it, there can only be two logical explanations for this:

1. The 9th Doctor is going to run up to me at any moment, grab my hand and his jacket and yell, "RUN!"

-or-

2. Someone with impeccable taste in clothing and a dispensable supply of creepy lawn ornaments somehow knows that I just finished watching the weeping angels episode and really wanted to freak me out.


If it be the first, I should be back in about 10 seconds with stories of the universe for you all.
If the second, you fail. Because even the mere idea that The Doctor himself could be at my house is enough to remove all fear of death.

Pottermore and Khaki Dress Pants

So, Pottermore.com. Just about the coolest thing since the Harry Potter novels.

Basically what I get from it is that you join, take a quiz written by J.K. Rowling herself, get sorted into a house by the sorting hat, then earn house points and do other random things.
Such as buying audiobooks for the first time in Potter history. Pottermore is also going to have information direct from Jo Rowling herself that never made it into the books.

The only problem is that it's not opening until October.
A "chosen few" will be allowed to enter the site early if they solve one of seven riddles.

I'm going to solve that riddle tonight if it's the last thing I do.

They'll be all like


And I'll be like

And my life will be complete.

So starting right now, I am officially on Potterwatch.

Well, I have absolutely NO writing tips for you today. So I'm just going to make up something that sounds good. OK?
OK.

Remember all the encounters you have with strange people, you can use them in a book some day.
For example:

I used to work in a popular fashion retail store. This woman came in one night and asked me where we kept our khaki dress pants.

I was like, "Ma'am, we don't have khaki dress pants here. We have some casual khaki jeans though, and they're over in the corner."

She's like, "But I don't want casual khaki pants! I want Khaki dress pants! Where are your khaki dress pants?"

And I go "Uh, we don't have any. We have black dress pants and khaki casuals."

And then she goes on this screaming rampage like she's godzilla or something. "BUT WHERE ARE YOUR KHAKI DRESS PANTS? I WANT KHAKI DRESS PANTS!"


So finally I just say "All our dress pants are on that far wall over there."

And she turns into smiles and rainbows and goes "Thanks."

And I'm left there going

She comes and finds me about ten minutes later and she informs me that we do not, in fact, have any khaki dress pants in stock, but thank you anways. And then she leaves.

Really? You sure could have fooled me. I thought we had loads of khaki dress pants.

But there you go. Crazy personality for a random character. 

They always make life a little more fun. 

That's all for now, darlings.