Judge rules in favor of Fox about Watchmen distribution, will make shitloads of money from a property it didn’t even want until it realized the fans were excited about it.

Don’t affect the release date, at least, you jerks.

Earlier this week we had to go to The Mall to pick up a holiday gift item. While we were there, we passed Hot Topic, and there was no way I wasn’t going in there.

You guys, it was awfultastic. I lasted about forty-five seconds, and that was all I needed to see.

The good news is: if you didn’t think Christmas was good the first time, it’s never too late for a do-over as long as it’s Twilight stuff!

For The Special Girl in Your Viewfinder: a tee that tells her why you care enough to rent that cherry picker all the time.

For The Man You’ll Regret Marrying by the Time You’re Twenty: a pair of rings that reminds you of your place any time you feel like having an opinion.

For Your Child Who’s Probably Going to Resent You Anyway: might as well!

Yes, these are actual items. I don’t know what to tell you.

In better news, what I actually got for Christmas:

* A pair of loafers. They’re orthopedic. (What? Your arches aren’t gonna support themselves! See you when I’m eighty, suckers!)

My family is super pragmatic and tends to give totally unsurprising and useful gifts. My sister got a wind-up radio/flashing help signal for her trunk. It’s awesome.

This year, Santa comes wearing a Rainbow Sweater:

And brings the gift of Wesley’s Pullover Collection, a journey in photographs of the many sartorial glories of our man Wesley Crusher.

Happy holidays…FROM THE FUTURE.

I was writing up tomorrow’s TNG marathon for Tor.com, and I realized I will cry TWICE tomorrow if I watch this marathon. One is justified (“You are the bird,” I am not even sorry, okay?), and comes at a point in the series when it was tackling big issues instead of rehashing old Original Series episodes.

Should I spend Christmas blubbering over Tasha Yar’s badly-acted and awkwardly-written holographic will? No. Will I? Dude, please, of course I will. I’m already sobbing as I write this, just in preparation for being sad tomorrow.

I can’t swear to this, since it’s been years, but I have a distinct memory of Wil Wheaton wearing a sweater with a rainbow on it, possibly even to the funeral. If this happens, I think I’ll be laughing too hard to cry.

ETA: IT HAPPENS. My memory is insane. I can’t remember where my high school best friend lived, but I remember the rainbow sweater from Tasha Yar’s funeral in an episode I haven’t seen in fifteen years.

(Thanks to Heather for the video evidence!)

There’s finally a news release about the high-speed chase from my drive back from the train station.

The guy was peeing on the street, and when a cop asked him to quit it and/or made a move to arrest him for street-peeing, he leapt into his car and sped off, hit another car and spun out (and nearly hit us), and got shot at a few times before the nine police cars were able to catch him. Unsurprisingly, they discovered said dude was wasted.

Clearly there’s more here than just being drunk (my vote is smuggling, Mom’s vote is Mafia), but it’s always a shame when people get so drunk that they forget every episode of Law and Order they’ve ever seen. Everyone knows that if you’re ahead of the forty-minute mark, you can sometimes bullshit your way out of charges, but anyone who runs is automatically guilty.

While trying to escape (from the crash we were almsot in), the dude tried to run over a cop, so now he’s going down for some serious jail time. How wasted are you when you try to run over a cop?